t may the tenure be? I pray thee read it.

[_He opens the letter & reads_.

_Otho_. O fall upon me some wind-shaken turret
To hide me from the anger of my friend,
O from his frowne! because he is my friend.
Were he an enemie, I would be bold;
But kindnes makes this wound. O, this horror!
The words of friends, are stronger then their power.

_Con_. Withdraw, good _Julia_.
[_Exit Julia_.

_Euph_. Pray, what is it, love?

_Con_. Tis love indeed to thee, but to my heart
Every loose sentence is a killing dart.
I brought this _Gyges_[175] to my hearts delight
And he hath drown'd his senses with the sight.
Except thy selfe, all things to him were free:
_Otho_, thou hast done me more then injurie;
Well maist thou fixe thy eye upon the earth,
This action sith[176] breedes a prodigious birth:
It is so monstrous, and against all kinde,
That the lights splendor would confound thy minde.

_Otho_. I have offended, prethee pardon me.

_Con_. What cause did move thee?

_Otho_. Her all conquering sight.

_Con_. Couldst thou usurpe upon my well known right?

_Otho_. Thinke, I am flesh and blood, and she is faire.

_Con_. Thinke how I love thee.

_Otho_. There proceeds my care.

_Con_. Our amitie hath bin of ancient dayes,
During which time wrong'd I thee any wayes?

_Otho_. Never.

_Con_. But rather I have done thee good.

_Otho_. I grant you have, O rather shed my blood
Then number the kind deedes betweene us past.

[_Con_.] For this unkindnesse, here I love my last.

_Euph_. He doth repent, and will renounce his suite.

_Otho_. I doe renounce it.

_Con_. O thou canst not do't.

_Otho_. Suffer me stay a while in her faire sight,
'Twill heal my wound and all love banish quite.

_Con_. The sight of the belov'd makes the desire,
That burnt but slowly, flame like sparkling fire.
As thou dost love me, take thee to some place
Where thou maist nere see her, nor I thy face.

_Otho_. By what is deere betwixt us, by our selves,
I vow hencefoorth ten thousand deaths to prove
Then be a hinderance to such vertuous love.

_Con_. Breake heart, tis for thy sake.

_Otho_. When I am dead
O then forget that I haue injured.

_Con_. O hell of love!

_Otho_. Or rather hell of friends!

_Con_. Firmely till they love.

_Otho_. Then thus all friendship ends.

[_Exeunt_.

_Actus Secundus_.

[SCENE 1.]

_Enter Duke,