ABSTRACT
GROBIANUS On the instant. [Exit JULIUS So may I hope to possess fair Hyppolita as my own wife.
Julius, take heart, ay an iron heart. Thou play'st a high game and must not faint in the midst of it. [Stands apart in deep thought
Enter the Prince. Hyppolita is sad and sits down
PRINCE How strange are women's ways, how passing strange! When they are in love, crying, weeping, roaring is their food, an their sweetheart is not with them. Daughter, thy folly will cause thee to fall sick, thy Romulus will surely come to thee again; wherefore then grievest thou?
