_Duke_. Our selfe invested in the government,
The Cities care shall lie upon your care.
_Hat. Alfred_ our brother may awaite your grace
In _Saxony_, so please you to command.
_Duke_. We are now but three, and lately have bin seven,
We have cause to love each other; for my part,
Betweene you both we give a brothers heart.
Here or at _Saxonie_, command at pleasure;
I weare the corronet, be yours the treasure.
_Al_. We thanke our brother.
_Duke_. Where's my sonne _Fredericke_?
_Enter Fredericke with a glove_.
_Fre_. Father, the state of _Meath_ desire your grace
To take the paines to passe unto the Senate.
_Duke_. What glove is that, son _Fred_., in your hand?
_Fre_. I found it, if it please your Excellence,
Neere to the state-house: the imbroiderie
Is very excellent, and the fashion rare.
_Duke_. I have not seene a prettier forme of hand.
Daughter, let's see; is't not too bigge for you?
_Euph_. Sure 'tis some admirable worke of nature,
If it fit any hand that owes[174] this glove,
If all the rest doe parallel the hand.
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