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SCENE I.-An antechamber in the Castle.
Enter LUDOLPH and SIGIFred.
Ludolph. No more advices, no more cautioning; I leave it all to fate-to any thing!
I cannot square my conduct to time, place,
Sigifred. I say no more.
It seems I am to wait
Your patient scholar.
Do not wrong me, Prince.
Enter GONFRED from the Council-room.
Well, sir! what!
Gonfred. Great honor to the Prince! The Emperor,
Even now they pass.
[Enter the Nobles from the Council-room. They cross the Stage, bowing with respect to LUDOLPH, he frowning on them. CONRAD follows. Exeunt Nobles.
Ludolph. Not the discolored poisons of a fen,
Princely Ludolph, hail!
May burst, and swell, and flourish round thy brows,
Yet be that hour far off; and may he live,
Who waits for thee, as the chapp'd earth for rain.
Father and son each other re-possess.
Ludolph. Fine wording, Duke! but words could never yet Forestall the fates; have you not learnt that yet Let me look well: your features are the same; Your gait the same; your hair of the same shade; As one I knew some passed weeks ago, Who sung far different notes into mine ears. I have mine own particular comments on't; You have your own perhaps.
My gracious Prince,
Ludolph. Your Dukedom's privilege will grant so much.
He's very close to Otho, a tight leech!
Your hand-I go! Ha! here the thunder comes
Enter ОTHо and CONRAD.
Otho. Will you make Titan play the lackey-page
And none pass this way on pain of death!
[Exeunt CONRAD and SIGIFRED. Ludolph. This was but half expected, my good sire, Yet I am grieved at it, to the full height,
As though my hopes of favor had been whole.
Otho. How you indulge yourself! What can you hope for? Ludolph. Nothing, my liege, I have to hope for nothing. I come to greet you as a loving son,
And then depart, if I may be so free,
Seeing that blood of yours in my warm veins
Has not yet mitigated into milk.
Otho. What would you, sir?
So please you let me unmolested pass
A lenient banishment;
Otho. And shall I let a rebel loose again
And chains too heavy for your life :
-I'll choose a jailer, whose swart monstrous face
Otho. Shall be your fair Auranthe.
Otho. To-day you marry her.
This is a sharp jest!
Otho. No. None at all. When have I said a lie ?
Otho. Not a word more. Let me embrace my child.
As now I see it. Be not kind to me
Punish me not with favor.
Amaze! Amaze !
Then you astonish me.
Ludolph. No, I have no plea.
Otho. You are a most perplexing, noble boy.
Otho. Well, you shall have free passport through the gates. Farewell!
Ludolph. Farewell! and by these tears believe,
And still remember, I repent in pain
All my misdeeds!
Otho. Ludolph, I will! I will! But, Ludolph, ere you go, I would inquire If you, in all your wandering, ever met
A certain Arab haunting in these parts.
Ludolph. No, my good lord, I cannot say I did,
Otho. Make not your father blind before his time;
Of my great love for thee, my supreme child!
Happiest of days!
Otho. We'll make it so.
'Stead of one fatted calf
Ten hecatombs shall bellow out their last,
Otho. Large as a God speak out, where all is thine.
In tender victory, but for myself
I still must mourn. The fair Auranthe mine!
Too great a boon! I pr'ythee let me ask
To my appalling, I saw too good proof
'Tis very sad.
Otho. No more of her. Auranthe-Ludolph, come! This marriage be the bond of endless peace!