_Jul._ My heart's whole Father; That joys, and leaps, to hear my _Virolet_, My Dear, my life, has conquer'd his afflictions. _Pand._ Those rude hands, and that bloody will that did this, That durst upon thy tender body print These Characters of cruelty; hear me heaven. _Jul._ O Sir be sparing. _Pand._ I'll speak it, tho I burst; And tho the ayr had ears, and serv'd the Tyrant, Out it should go: O he[a]re me thou great Justice; The miseries that wait upon their mischiefs, Let them be numberless, and no eye pitty Them when their souls are loaden, and in labour, And wounded through, and through, with guilt and horror; As mine is now with grief; let men laugh at 'em Then, when their monstrous sins, like earth-quakes, shake 'em, And those eyes, that forgot heaven would look upward, The bloody 'larms, of the conscience beating, Let mercy flye, and day strook into darkness, Leave their blind souls, to hunt out their own horrors. _Jul._ Enough, enough, we must forget dear Father; For then we are glorious formes of heaven; and live, When we can suffer, and as soon forgive. But where's my Lord? methinks I have seen this house, And have been in't before. _Pand._ Thine own house jewel. _Jul._ Mine, without him? or his, without my company? I think it cannot be; it was not wont Father. _Pand._ Some business with the King, (let it be good, heaven) Reteins him sure. [_Enter Boy._ _Jul._ It must be good and noble, For all men that he treats with tast of virtue; His words and actions are his own; and Honour's Not brought, nor compell'd from him. _Pand._ Here's the Boy. He can confirm us more, how sad the child looks! Come hither _Lucio_; how, and where's thy Master? _Jul._ Speak gentle Boy. _Pand._ Is he return'd in safety? _Jul._ If not, and that thou knowst is miserable, Our hopes and happiness declin'd for ever; Study a sorrow excellent as thy Master, Then if thou canst live leave us. _Lucio._ Noble Madam, My Lord is safe return'd, safe to his friends, and fortune, Safe to his Countrey, entertain'd with honour, Is here within the house. _Jul._ Do not mock me. _Lucio._ But such a melancholly hangs on his mind, And in his eyes inhabit such sad shadowes; But what the cause is---- _Pand._ Go tell him we are here Boy, There must be no cause now. _Jul._ Hast thou forgot me? _Lucio._ No noblest Lady. _Jul._ Tell him I am here, Tell him his wife is here, sound my name to him, And thou shalt see him start; speak _Juliana_, And like the Sun that labors through a tempest, How suddainly he will disperse his sadness! _Pand._ Go I command thee instantly, And charge him on his duty. _Jul._ On his love Boy: I would fain go to him.