We shall soon see him, for the Emperor He will be here this morning. E'en for his highness Ludolph's sceptry hand, I would not Albert suffer any wrong. CONRAD. Have I not laboured, plotted— ? AURANTHE. See you spare him : Nor be pathetic, my kind benefactor, Of my poor secrets, and so hold a rod CONRAD. Let not this slave-this villain- 110 115 120 Enter ALBERT. ALBERT. Fair on your graces fall this early morrow! For your right noble names, like favorite tunes, AURANTHE. Noble Albert ! CONRAD (aside). AURANTHE. Such salutation argues a glad heart In our prosperity. We thank you, sir. ALBERT. Lady! O, would to Heaven your poor servant CONRAD. To me! What of me, ha? ALBERT. What pleas'd your grace to say? 125 Noble ! 130 135 For there shall be no "gentle Alberts" now, [Aside. [Exeunt CONRAD and AURANTHE. ALBERT (solus). The duke is out of temper; if he knows I should not quarrel with his peevishness. Is in the heady, proud, ambitious vein; She has taken flight from me, then let her soar,— 145 But for poor Ludolph, he is food for sorrow : 150 No levelling bluster of my licens'd thoughts, No military swagger of my mind, Can smother from myself the wrong I've done him,Without design, indeed,—yet it is so,— And opiate for the conscience have I none! 155 [Exit. SCENE II.-The Court-yard of the Castle. Martial Music. Enter, from the outer gate, OTHO, Nobles, Knights, and Attendants. The Soldiers halt at the gate, with Banners in sight. Отно. Where is my noble herald? Enter CONRAD, from the Castle, attended by two Knights and Servants. ALBERT following. Well, hast told Auranthe our intent imperial? Lest our rent banners, too o' the sudden shown, CONRAD. God save illustrious Otho! 5 Отно. Aye, Conrad, it will pluck out all grey hairs; The courtliest inviter to a feast; The subtlest excuser of small faults; And a nice judge in the age and smack of wine. She Enter, from the Castle, AURANTHE, followed by Pages holding up her robes, and a train of Women. kneels. Hail my sweet hostess! I do thank the stars, Or my good soldiers, or their ladies' eyes, I can, all safe in body and in soul, 15 Kiss your fair hand and lady fortune's too. I strove against thee and my hot-blood son, But now my sight is clear; forgive me, lady. AURANTHE. 20 My lord, I was a vassal to your frown, And now your favour makes me but more humble; 25 What need of this? Enough, if you will be A potent tutoress to my wayward boy, And teach him, what it seems his nurse could not, ALBERT. He has not yet return'd, my gracious liege. OTHO. What then! No tidings of my friendly Arab? None, mighty Otho. CONRAD. 35 . [To one of his Knights, who goes out. Send forth instantly An hundred horsemen from my honoured gates, |