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OTHO THE GREAT.

Ludolph.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!
[Exeunt. 


ACT V.

Scene I.—A part of the Forest.

Enter Conrad and Auranthe.

Auranthe. Go no further; not a step more. Thou art
A master-plague in the midst of miseries.
Go,—I fear thee! I tremble every limb,
Who never shook before. There's moody death
In thy resolved looks! Yes, I could kneel
To pray thee far away! Conrad, go! go!—
There! yonder underneath the boughs I see
Our horses!

Conrad.Ay, and the man.

Auranthe.Yes, he is there I
Go, go,—no blood! no blood! go, gentle Conrad!

Conrad. Farewell!

Auranthe.Farewell! For this Heaven pardon you!
[Exit Auranthe. 

Conrad. If he survive one hour, then may I die