Without direction we have ventured
To lay upon them your strict command,
And they attend.
_Duke_. Bring the presumptuous.
_Enter Constantine, and Euphrata, Otho following in disguise_.
_Euph_. Forward, _Constantine_, our Rites are done,
Thou art my husband, doe not feare his eye,
The worst it can import is but to die.
_Duke_. Base and degenerate.
_Euph_. He is a Gentleman,
'Twas base of you to wed a Curtizan.
_Mon_. Her brothers spirit right, bold and audacious.
_Euph_. When[210] I am no bastard, wherefore should I feare?
The knot is sacred, and I hold it deare;
I am wedded unto virtue, not to will,
Such blessed unions never bring forth ill.
If I offend, in disobedience,
Judge of the power of love by your offence.
Father, you have no reason for this ire;
Frowne whilst you kill us, desire is desire.
_Duke_. A Curtezan? hath that ambitious boy
Taught you such Rethoricke? you shall taste like joy.
I will not reason with you, words are vaine,
The fault is best discerned in the paine.
Your hastie marriage hath writ downe his death,
And thy proud words shall scale it with thy breath.
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