_Mon_. By heaven and by your beauteous selfe I will.
_Euph_. Then, _Constantine_, come forth; behold thy friend.
_Enter Constantine_.
_Con_. Madame, what meane you, to reveale our love?
_Mon_. This is a very stubborne Gentleman.
A Gentleman? a pesant! _Saxonie_,
Affords not one more base.
_Con_. He does me wrong,
That termes me meaner then a gentleman.
_Mon_. I tearme thee so.
_Euph_. Why, how now, Lord _Montano_?
You do forget your oath.
_Mont_. And you your selfe,
Your Princely father, and the Dukedomes honour,
To chaine your liking to a groome so base.
_Con_. He lies that calles me groome.
_Enter Julia_.
_Ju_. O God, forbeare:
His Excellence your father's comming hither.
_Mon_. He comes in happie time, to know the cause
Why such great Princes have bin made your scorne.
_Euph_. What, will you tell him?
_Mon_. Will I? let me die
Contemn'd of heaven, in publique obloquie,
If I reveale not this lascivious course.
_Ju_. We are undone.
_Con_. Hence with this prating Maide.
If thou hast any anger in thy brest
Towards this Lady, turne it all on me.
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