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OTHO THE GREAT.
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Still weep amid the wild Hungarian camp,
Though hemm'd around by thy victorious arms.

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 prince,
Ludolph, and the swift Arab are the same;
Still to rejoice that 'twas a German arm
Death doing in a turban'd masquerade.

Ludolph. The emperor must not know it, Sigifred.

Sigifred. I pr'ythee, 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,