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OTHO THE GREAT.

Ludolph. What portent—what strange prodigy is this?

Conrad. Away!

Ethelbert.You, Duke?

Erminia.Albert has surely fail'd me!
Look at the Emperor's brow upon me bent!

Ethelbert. A sad delay!

Conrad.Away, thou guilty thing!

Ethelbert. You again, Duke? Justice, most noble Otho!
You—go to your sister there and plot again.
A quick plot, swift as thought to save your heads;
For lo! the toils are spread around your den,
The world is all agape to see dragg'd forth
Two ugly monsters.

Ludolph.What means he, my lord?

Conrad. I cannot guess.

Ethelbert.Best ask you lady sister.
Whether the riddle puzzles her beyond
The power of utterance.

Conrad.Foul barbarian, cease;
The Princess faints!

Ludolph.Stab him! O, sweetest wife!
[Attendants bear off Auranthe.  

Erminia. Alas!

Ethelbert.Your wife!

Ludolph.Ay, Satan! does that yerk ye?

Ethelbert. Wife! so soon!

Ludolph.Ay, wife! Oh, impudence!
Thou bitter mischief! Venomous bad priest!
How dar'st thou lift those beetle brows at me?
Me—the prince Ludolph, in this presence here,