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Draws near when I must make a winding up
Of bridal mysteries-a fine-spun vengeance!
Carve it on my tomb, that, when I rest beneath,
Men shall confess, this Prince was gull'd and cheated,
But from the ashes of disgrace he rose
More than a fiery dragon, and did burn
His ignominy up in purging fires!

Did I not send, sir, but a moment past,

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Ludolph. Oh! thou good man, against whose sacred head

I was a mad conspirator, chiefly too

For the sake of my fair newly wedded wife,
Now to be punish'd!—do not look so sad!
Those charitable eyes will thaw my heart,
Those tears will wash away a just resolve,
A verdict ten times sworn! Awake-awake—
Put on a judge's brow, and use a tongue
Made iron-stern by habit! Thou shalt see
A deed to be applauded, 'scribed in gold!
Join a loud voice to mine, and so denounce
What I alone will execute!

Otho.

Dear son,

What is it? By your father's love, I sue

That it be nothing merciless!

Ludolph.

VOL. III.

To that demon ?

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Not so!

No!

She is in temple-stall,

Being garnish'd for the sacrifice, and I,

The Priest of Justice, will immolate her

Upon the altar of wrath! She stings me through!-
Even as the worm doth feed upon the nut,
So she, a scorpion, preys upon my brain!
I feel her gnawing here! Let her but vanish,
Then, father, I will lead your legions forth,
Compact in steeled squares and speared files,
And bid our trumpets speak a fell rebuke
To nations drowsed in peace!

Otho.

To-morrow, son,

Be your word law; forget to-day-
Ludolph.

I will,

When I have finish'd it! Now,-now, I'm pight, Tight-footed for the deed!

Erminia.

Alas! Alas!

Ludolph. What angel's voice is that? Erminia, Ah! gentlest creature, whose sweet innocence Was almost murder'd; I am penitent. Wilt thou forgive me? And thou holy man, Good Ethelbert, shall I die in peace with you? Erminia. Die, my lord?

Ludolph.

Otho.

I feel it possible.

Physician. I fear, he is past my skill.
Otho.

Physician?

Not so!

Ludolph. I see it—I see it—I have been wan

dering!

Half mad-not right here-I forget my purpose. Bestir bestir-Auranthe! Ha! ha! ha! Youngster! page! go bid them drag her to me! Obey! This shall finish it! [Draws a dagger.

Otho.

Oh, my son! my son!

Sigifred. This must not be-stop there!

Ludolph.

A little talk with her- no harm-haste! haste!

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Ludolph. Why do ye trouble me ? out-out

away!

There she is! take that! and that! no, no,
That's not well done - where is she?

[The Doors open. Enter Page. Several Women are seen grouped about AURANTHE in the inner room.

Page. Alas! My lord, my lord! they cannot move her!

Her arms are stiff-her fingers clench'd and cold. Ludolph. She's dead!

[Staggers and falls into their arms.

Ethelbert. Take away the dagger.

Gersa.

Otho. Thank God for that!

Sigifred.

Softly; so!

It could not harm him now.

Nobles,

Gersa. No!-brief be his anguish !

Ludolph. She's gone! I am content.

good night!

We are all weary-faint - set ope the doors—

I will to bed!

To-morrow

THE CURTAIN FALLS.

[Dies.

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Alarum. Enter King STEPHEN, Knights, and Soldiers.

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Stephen.

F shame can on a soldier's vein-swoll'n front Spread deeper crimson than the battle's toil, Blush in your casing helmets! for see, see! Yonder my chivalry, my pride of war,

"As soon as Keats had finished Otho the Great,' I pointed out to him a subject for an English historical tragedy in the reign of Stephen, beginning with his defeat by the Empress Maud and ending with the death of his son Eustace. He was struck with the variety of events and characters which must necessarily be introduced, and I offered

to give, as before, their dramatic conduct. The play must open,' I began, with the field of battle, when Stephen's forces are retreating'

-Stop,' he cried,' I have been too long in leadingstrings; I will do all this myself.' He immediately set about it, and wrote two or three scenes-about 170 lines." - CHARLES BROWN.

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