How often shall I charge they be brought foorth?
Were my heart guilty of a crime so vilde,
I'de rend it forth, then much more kill my childe.
_Val_. O, that this love may last! 'tis sprung so hie,
Like flowers at full growth that grow to die.
_Enter Julia, with a vaile over her head, Otho with
another, with Officers_.
_Duke_. What means these sable vailes upon their faces?
_Val_. In signe they sorrow for your high displeasure.
For since the houre they were imprisoned,
They have liv'd like strangers, hood-winkt together.
You may atchieve great fame, victorious Lord,
To save the lives of two such innocents.
_Duke_. Tis pretty in thee, my soule lov'd Dutchesse,
To make this Princely motion for thy foes.
Let it suffice, the'are traitors to the state,
Confederators with those that sought my life,
A kinne to _Fredericke_, that presumptious boy,
That durst beare armes against his naturall father:
Are they more deare then he? off with their vailes.
_Mon_. O yet be mercifull unto your daughter.
_Duke_. You make me mad, headsman; dispatch I say,
They are doom'd to die, and this the latest day.
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