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OTHO THE GREAT.

Comes from the pillow'd beauty of that fair
Completion of all delicate Nature's wit!
Pout her faint lips anew with rubious health;
And, with thine infant fingers, lift the fringe
Of her sick eye-lids; that those eyes may glow
With wooing light upon me, ere the morn
Peers with disrelish, gray, barren, and cold!
[Enter Gersa and Courtiers.  
Otho calls me his Lion,—should I blush
To be so tamed? so—

Gersa.Do me the courtesy,
Gentlemen, to pass on.

1st Knight.We are your servants.
[Exeunt Courtiers.  

Ludolph. It seems then, sir, you have found out the man
You would confer with;—me?

Gersa.If I break not
Too much upon your thoughtful mood, I will
Claim a brief while your patience.

Ludolph.For what cause
Soe'er, I shall be honor'd.

Gersa.I not less.

Ludolph. What may it be? No trifle can take place
Of such deliberate prologue, serious 'havior.
But, be it what it may, I cannot fail
To listen with no common interest;
For tho' so new your presence is to me,
I have a soldier's friendship for your fame.
Please you explain.

Gersa.As thus:—for, pardon me,
I cannot, in plain terms, grossly assault