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OTHO THE GREAT.

Scene II.—Another part of the Forest.

Enter Albert (wounded).

Albert. Oh! for enough life to support me on
To Otho's feet!

Enter Ludolph.

Ludolph.Thrice villanous, stay there!
Tell me where that detested woman is,
Or this is through thee!

Albert.My good Prince, with me
The sword has done its worst; not without worst
Done to another,—Conrad has it home!
I see you know it all!

Ludolph.Where is his sister?

Enter Auranthe.

Auranthe. Albert!

Ludolph. Ha! There! there!—He is the paramour!
There—hug him—dying! O, thou innocence,
Shrine him and comfort him at his last gasp,
Kiss down his eyelids! Was he not thy love?
Wilt thou forsake him at his latest hour?
Keep fearful and aloof from his last gaze,
His most uneasy moments, when cold death
Stands with the door ajar to let him in?

Albert. O that that door with a hollow slam would close
Upon me sudden! for I cannot meet,
In all the unknown chambers of the dead,
Such horrors!

Ludolph. Auranthe! what can he mean?