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OTHO THE GREAT.
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1st Knight. Where are they now? Hast yet heard?

Gonfred. With the sad Emperor they are closeted;
I saw the three pass slowly up the stairs,
The lady weeping, the old abbot cowl'd.

Sigifred. What next?

1st Knight. I ache to think on't.

Gonfred.'Tis with fate.

1st Knight. One while these proud towers are hush'd as death.

Gonfred. The next our poor Prince fills the arched rooms
With ghastly ravings.

Sigifred.I do fear his brain.

Gonfred. I will see more. Bear you so stout a heart?
[Exeunt into the Castle. 

Scene IV. A Cabinet opening towards a Terrace.

Otho, Erminia, Ethelbert, and a Physician discovered.

Otho. O, my poor boy! My son! My son! My Ludolph!
Have ye no comfort for me, ye physicians
Of the weak body and soul?

Ethelbert.'Tis not in medicine
Either of heaven or earth, to cure, unless
Fit time be chosen to administer.

Otho. A kind forbearance, holy abbot. Come,
Erminia; here, sit by me, gentle girl;
Give me thy hand; hast thou forgiven me?

Erminia. Would I were with the saints to pray for you!

Otho. Why will ye keep me from my darling child?