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For what cause Soe'er, I shall be honour'd. Gersa.
I not less.
As thus:-for, pardon me,
I do neglect.
Ludolph. Stay there! No-guess ? More princely
you must be
Than to make guesses at me.
"Tis enough. I'm sorry I can hear no more. Gersa.
And I As grieved to force it on you so abrupt ; Yet, one day, you must know a grief, whose sting Will sharpen more the longer 'tis conceal’d. Ludolph. Say it at once, sir! dead-dead-is she
dead ? Gersa. Mine is a cruel task: she is not dead, And would, for your sake, she were innocent.
Ludolph. Hungarian! Thou amazest me beyond All scope of thought, convulsest my heart's blood To deadly churning! Gersa, you are young, As I am ; let me observe you, face to face : Not grey-brow'd like the poisonous Ethelbert, No rheumed eyes, no furrowing of age, No wrinkles, where all vices nestle in Like crannied vermin,—no! but fresh, and young, And hopeful featured. Ha! by Heaven you weep! Tears, human tears ! Do you repent you
then Of a curs'd torturer's office? Why shouldst join,Tell me,—the league of devils ? Confess-con
Gersa. Lie!—but begone all ceremonious points
Of honour battailous! I could not turn
Furious fire !
Ludolph. Look! look at this bright sword;
hilt, But shall indulge itself about thine heart ! Draw! but remember thou must cower thy plumes, As yesterday the Arab made thee stoop. Gersa. Patience! Not here; I would not spill
thy blood Here, underneath this roof where Otho breathes,Thy father,-almost mine.
O faltering coward !
[Enter Page. Stay, stay; here is one I have half a word with. Well? What ails thee, child ? Page.
My lord ! Ludolph.
What wouldst say ? Page. They are fled ! Ludolph.
They! Who? Page.
Ludolph. Thy life answers the truth !
The chamber's empty!
Be calm in this.
And Albert too has disappear'd;
Ere I met you, I sought him everywhere;
Which way went they, boy ?
No, no, no. My senses are Still whole. I have survived. My arm is strong, — My appetite sharp—for revenge! I'll no sharer In
my feast; my injury is all my own, And so is my revenge, my lawful chattels ! Terrier, ferret them out! Burn-burn the witch ! Trace me their footsteps ! Away!
SCENE I.-A part of the Forest.
Enter CONRAD and AURANTHE.
Auranthe. Go no further; not a step more. Thou