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OTHO THE GREAT.

Of unachievable tasks; small rivulets
Then seem impassable.

Albert.Do not cheat yourself
With hope that gloss of words, or suppliant action,
Or tears, or ravings, or self-threaten’d death,
Can alter my resolve.

Auranthe.You make me tremble;
Not so much at your threats, as at your voice,
Untun’d, and harsh, and barren of all love.

Albert. You suffocate me Stop this devil’s parley,
And listen to me; know me once for all.

Auranthe. I thought I did. Alas! I am deceived.

Albert. No, you are not deceived. You took me for
A man detesting all inhuman crime;
And therefore kept from me your demon’s plot
Against Erminia. Silent? Be so still;
For ever! Speak no more; but hear my words,
Thy fate. Your safety I have bought to-day
By blazoning a lie, which in the dawn
I’ll expiate with truth.

Auranthe.O cruel traitor!
For I would not set eyes upon thy shame;

Albert. I would not see thee dragg’d to death by the hair,
Penanced, and taunted on a scaffolding!
To-night, upon the skirts of the blind wood
That blackens northward of these horrid towers,
I wait for you with horses. Choose your fate.
Farewell!

Auranthe. Albert, you jest; I’m sure you must.
You, an ambitious soldier! I, a queen,
One who could say,—here, rule these provinces!
Take tribute from those cities for thyself!