DRAMATIS PERSONE. OTHO THE GREAT, Emperor of Germany. CONRAD, Duke of Franconia. ALBERT, a Knight, favoured by Otho. GONFRID, ETHELBERT, an Abbot. GERSA, Prince of Hungary. Page. Nobles, Knights, Attendants, and Soldiers. ERMINIA, Niece of Otho. AURANTHE, Conrad's Sister. Ladies and Attendants. SCENE. The Castle of Friedburg, its vicinity, and the TIME. One Day. S OTHO THE GREAT." ACT I. SCENE I.-An Apartment in the Castle. Enter CONRAD. O, I am safe emerged from these broils! For every crime I have a laurel-wreath, This danger'd neck is saved, "At Shanklin he undertook a difficult task; I engaged to furnish him with the title, characters, and dramatic conduct of a tragedy, and he was to enwrap it in poetry. The progress of this work was curious, for while I sat opposite to him, he caught my description of each scene entire, with the characters to be brought forward, the events, and everything connected with it. Thus he went on, scene after scene, never knowing nor inquiring into the scene which was to follow, until VOL. III. 15 four acts were completed. It was then he required to know at once all the events that were to occupy the fifth act; I explained them to him, but, after a patient hearing and some thought, he insisted that many incidents in it were too humorous, or, as he termed them, too melodramatic. He wrote the fifth act in accordance with his own views, and so contented was I with his poetry that at the time, and for a long time after, I thought he was in the right." CHARLES BROWN MS. By dexterous policy, from the rebel's axe; Enter AURANTHE. Auranthe. Conrad! what tidings? Good, if I may guess From your alert eyes and high-lifted brows. What tidings of the battle? Albert? Ludolph ? Otho ? Conrad. You guess aright. And, sister, slurring o'er To make our golden fortune known to you. Conrad. Yes, so serious, that before I utter even the shadow of a hint Concerning what will make that sin-worn cheek Blush joyous blood through every lineament, You must make here a solemn vow to me. Auranthe. I pr'ythee, Conrad, do not overact The hypocrite. What vow would you impose? Conrad. Trust me for once. That you may be assured 'Tis not confiding in a broken reed, |