_Duke_. Will it not on?
_Euph_. Not for a diadem;
Ile trie no longer lest I shame my selfe.
_Duke_. Try, _Julia_.
_Ju_. My hand's bigger then my Ladies.
_Duke_. I cannot tell, but in my minde I feele
A wondrous passion of I know not what.
_Fre_. The imbroidered glove may be some childs, no womans.
_Duke_. I should mistrust as much, but that this place
Beares greater compasse then a childish hand.
I must command it.
_Fre_. Willingly, my Lord.
_Duke_. Then to the state-house, brothers, leade the way:
First our instalement [_sic_], then a funerall day.
[_Exeunt Duke and brothers and Fred_.
_Enter Otho_.
_Otho_. Yonder she goes, the mirrour of her sexe.--
Stay, beauteous _Euphrata_.
_Euph. Otho_! what, _Julia_?
_Ju_. Here, madam! what's your will?
_Euph_. Call _Constantine_;
Tell him his deare friend _Otho_ is return'd.
_Ju_. I will.
_Otho_. Stay, _Julia_.
_Euph_. Doe as I bid you, goe. [_Exit Julia_.
_Otho_. I had rather have a word or twaine with you.
_Euph_. I have heard him oft enquire for thee his friend,
I have heard him sigh, I have seene him weepe for thee,
Imagining some mischiefe or distresse
Had falne thee since the closets separation.
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