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OTHO THE GREAT
Enter Albert.
Albert. Fair on your graces fall this early, morrow
So it is like to do, without my prayers,
For your right noble names, like favorite tunes,
Have fallen frequent from our Emperor's lips,
High commented with smiles.
So it is like to do, without my prayers,
For your right noble names, like favorite tunes,
Have fallen frequent from our Emperor's lips,
High commented with smiles.
Auranthe.Noble Albert!
Conrad (aside). Noble!
Auranthe. Such salutation argues a glad heart
In our prosperity. We thank you, sir.
In our prosperity. We thank you, sir.
Albert.Lady!
O, would to Heaven your poor servant
Could do you better service than mere words!
But I have other greeting than mine own,
From no less man than Otho, who has sent
This ring as pledge of dearest amity;
'Tis chosen I hear from Hymen's jewelry.
And you will prize it, lady, I doubt not,
Beyond all pleasures past, and all to come.
To you great duke—
O, would to Heaven your poor servant
Could do you better service than mere words!
But I have other greeting than mine own,
From no less man than Otho, who has sent
This ring as pledge of dearest amity;
'Tis chosen I hear from Hymen's jewelry.
And you will prize it, lady, I doubt not,
Beyond all pleasures past, and all to come.
To you great duke—
Conrad.To me! What of me, ha?
Albert. What pleased your grace to say?
Conrad.Your message, sir!
Albert. You mean not this to me?
Conrad. Sister, this way;
[Aside. For there shall be no "gentle Alberts" now,
No "sweet Auranthes!"
[Exeunt Conrad and Auranthe.
[Aside. For there shall be no "gentle Alberts" now,
No "sweet Auranthes!"
[Exeunt Conrad and Auranthe.
Albert (solus). The duke is out of temper; if he knows
More than a brother of a sister ought,
More than a brother of a sister ought,
