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Of my great love for thee, my supreme child!
Come close, and let me breathe into thine ear.
I knew you through disguise. You are the Arab
[Embracing him.You can't deny it.

 Ludolph.⁠Happiest of days!

 Otho. We'll make it so

 Ludolph.⁠'Stead of one fatted calf
Ten hecatombs shall bellow out their last,
Smote 'twixt the horns by the death-stunning mace
Of Mars, and all the soldiery shall feast
Nobly as Nimrod's masons, when the towers
Of Nineveh new kiss'd the parted clouds!

 Otho. Large as a God speak out, where all is thine.

 Ludolph. Ay, father, but the fire in my sad breast
Is quench'd with inward tears! I must rejoice
For you, whose wings so shadow over me
In tender victory, but for myself
I still must mourn. The fair Auranthe mine!
Too great a boon! I pr'ythee let me ask
What more than I know of could so have changed
Your purpose touching her.

 Otho.⁠At a word, this:
In no deed did you give me more offence
Than your rejection of Erminia.
To my appalling, I saw too good proof
Of your keen-eyed suspicion, she is naught!

 Ludolph. You are convinc'd?

 Otho.⁠Ay, spite of her sweet looks.
O, that my brother's daughter should so fall!
Her fame has pass'd in to the grosser lips
Of soldiers in their cups.

 Ludolph.⁠'Tis very sad.