Come, fair Auranthe, try if your soft hands Auranthe (sets him free). Welcome task! Gersa. I am wound up in deep astonishment! Thank you, fair lady. Otho! emperor! You rob me of myself; my dignity Is now your infant; I am a weak child. Otho. Give me your hand, and let this kindly grasp Live in our memories. Gersa. In mine it will. I blush to think of my unchasten'd tongue; Who eas'd the crownet from your infant brows, Gersa. Then I retire, so generous Otho please, Bearing with me a weight of benefits Too heavy to be borne. Otho. It is not so; Still understand me, King of Hungary, The stage-play emperor to entrap applause, 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! Otho. Will you return, Prince, to our banqueting? Gersa. As to my father's board I will return. Otho. Conrad, with all due ceremony, give The prince a regal escort to his camp; Albert, go thou and bear him company. Gersa, farewell! Gersa. All happiness attend you! Otho. Return with what good speed you may; for soon We must consult upon our terms of peace. [Exeunt GERSA and ALBERT with others. And thus a marble column do I build To prop my empire's dome. Conrad, in thee I have another steadfast one, to uphold The portals of my state; and, for my own Pre-eminence and safety, I will strive To keep thy strength upon its pedestal. For, without thee, this day I might have been A show-monster about the streets of Prague, In chains, as just now stood that noble prince: And then to me no mercy had been shown, For when the conquer'd lion is once dungeoned Who lets him forth again, or dares to give An old lion sugar-cakes of mild reprieve? Not to thine ear alone I make confession, I know how the great basement of all power Of fear and weakness, and a hollow state. Conrad. To kiss that hand, My Emperor, is ample recompense, Otho. Thou art wrong; For what can any man on earth do more? Conrad. How is Friedburg honoured! Enter ETHELbert and six Monks. Ethelbert. The benison of heaven on your head, Imperial Otho! Otho. Who stays me? Speak! Quick! Ethelbert. Pause but one moment, mighty con queror ! Upon the threshold of this house of joy. Otho. Pray, do not prose, good Ethelbert, but speak What is your purpose. Ethelbert. The restoration of some captive maids, Devoted to Heaven's pious ministries, Who, driven forth from their religious cells. Otho. Demand the holy sisterhood in our name From Gersa's tents. Farewell, old Ethelbert. Ethelbert. The saints will bless you for this pious care. Otho. Daughter, your hand; Ludolph's would fit it best. 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 distance. Enter LUDOLPH and SIGIFRED. Ludolph. You have my secret; let it not be breath'd. Sigifred. Still give me leave to wonder that the Ludolph and the swift Arab are the same; Ludolph. The Emperor must not know it, Sigifred. Sigifred. I prythee, why? What happier hour of time Could thy pleased star point down upon from heaven With silver index, bidding thee make peace? Ludolph. Still it must not be known, good Sigifred; The star may point oblique. Sigifred. If Otho knew His son to be that unknown Mussulman After whose spurring heels he sent me forth, With one of his well-pleased Olympian oaths, The charters of man's greatness, at this hour He would be watching round the castle walls, And, like an anxious warder, strain his sight For the first glimpse of such a son return'd— Ludolph!-that blast of the Hungarians, That Saracenic meteor of the fight, That silent fury, whose fell scymitar Kept danger all aloof from Otho's head, And left him space for wonder. Ludolph. Say no more. Not as a swordsman would I pardon claim, But as a son. The bronzed centurion, Long toil'd in foreign wars, and whose high deeds Known only to his troop, hath greater plea Sigifred. My lord, forgive me that I cannot see |