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OTHO THE GREAT.
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Should in a vast circumference descend,
And sing for my delight, I'd stop my ears!
Though bright Apollo's car stood burning here,
And he put out an arm to bid me mount,
His touch an immortality, not I!
This earth, this palace, this room, Auranthe!

Otho. This is a little painful; just too much.
Conrad, if he flames longer in this wise,
I shall believe in wizard-woven loves
And old romances; but I'll break the spell.
Ludolph!

Conrad. He'll be calm, anon.

Ludolph.You call'd?
Yes, yes, yes, I offend. You must forgive me;
Not being quite recover'd from the stun
Of your large bounties. A tourney, is it not?
[A senet heard faintly. 

Conrad. The trumpets reach us.

Ethelbert (without).On your peril, sirs,
Detain us!

1st voice (without). Let not the abbot pass.

2d voice (without).No,
On your lives!

1st voice (without). Holy father, you must not.

Ethelbert (without). Otho!

Otho.Who calls on Otho?

Ethelbert (without).Ethelbert!

Otho. Let him come in.
[Enter Ethelbert leading in Erminia.  
Thou cursed abbot, why
Hast brought pollution to our holy rites?
Hast thou no fear of hangman or the faggot?