Отно. It is not so; 140 Still understand me, King of Hungary, For that I am your friend. GERSA. If ever, sire, You are my enemy, I dare here swear 'Twill not be Gersa's fault. Otho, farewell! Отно. Will you return, Prince, to our banqueting? GERSA. As to my father's board I will return. Отно. Conrad, with all due ceremony, give GERSA. All happiness attend you! Отно. Return with what good speed you may; for soon 145 150 155 We must consult upon our terms of peace. And thus a marble column do I build [Exeunt GERSA and ALBERT with others. To prop my empire's dome. Conrad, in thee I know how the great basement of all power 160 165 170 175 For what can any man on earth do more? We will make trial of your house's welcome, CONRAD. How is Friedburg honoured! Enter ETHELBERT and six Monks. ETHELBERT. The benison of heaven on your head, Imperial Otho! Отно. Who stays me? Speak! Quick! ETHELBERT. Pause but one moment, mighty conqueror ! Отно. Pray, do not prose, good Ethelbert, but speak ETHELBERT. The restoration of some captive maids, Though hemm'd around by thy victorious arms. Отно. Demand the holy sisterhood in our name From Gersa's tents. Farewell, old Ethelbert. ETHELBERT. The saints will bless you for this pious care. Отно. Daughter, your hand; Ludolph's would fit it best. 185 190 195 200 CONRAD. Ho! let the music sound! [Music. ETHELBERT raises his hands, as in benediction of OTHO. Exeunt severally. The scene closes on them. SCENE III.-The Country, with the Castle in the Enter LUDOLPH and SIGIFRED. LUDOLPH. You have my secret; let it not be breath'd. SIGIFRED. Still give me leave to wonder that the Prince LUDOLPH. The Emperor must not know it, Sigifred. SIGIFRED. I prythee, why? What happier hour of time Could thy pleas'd star point down upon from heaven LUDOLPH. Still it must not be known, good Sigifred; 5 10 SIGIFRED. If Otho knew His son to be that unknown Mussulman 15 20 Long toil'd in foreign wars, and whose high deeds Are shaded in a forest of tall spears, Known only to his troop, hath greater plea Of favour with my sire than I can have. SIGIFRED. My lord, forgive me that I cannot see 30 How this proud temper with clear reason squares. What made you then, with such an anxious love, 35 |