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Draws near when I must make a winding up
Gersa. You did.
Perhaps 'twould be
He enters now!
Enter Otho, ERMINIA, ETHELBERT, SIGIFRED,
and Physician, Ludolph. Oh! thou good man, against whose
To that demon ? VOL. III.
Not so! No! She is in temple-stall,
I will, When I have finish'd it! Now,- now, I'm pight, Tight-footed for the deed! Erminia.
Erminia. Die, my lord ?
I feel it possible. Otho.
Physician ? Physician. I fear, he is past my skill. Otho.
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.
Oh, my son! my son ! Sigifred. This must not be — stop there! Ludolph.
Am I obey'd ? A little talk with her - no harm — haste! haste !
[Exit Page. Set her before me — never fear I can strike.
Several voices. My lord ! my lord !
Good Prince ! 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.
Softly; so! Otho. Thank God for that! Sigifred.
It could not harm him now. Gersa. No!- brief be his anguish! Ludolph. She's gone! I am content. Nobles,
good night! We are all weary— faint - set ope the doors I will to bed! To-morrow
THE CURTAIN FALLS.
Spread deeper crimson than the battle's toil, Blush in your casing helmets ! for see, see! Yonder my chivalry, my pride of war,
3“ As soon as Keats had to give, as before, their drafinished Otho the Great,' I matic conduct. The play pointed out to him a subject must open,' I began, with for an English historical trag. the field of battle, when Steedy in the reign of Stephen, phen's forces are retreating' beginning with his defeat by — Stop,' he cried,'. I have the Empress Maud and end been too long in leading. ing with the death of his son strings ; I will do all this Eustace. He was struck with myself.' He immediately set the variety of events and char- about it, and wrote two or acters which must necessarily three scenes-about 1 70 lines.” be introduced, and I offered - CHARLES Brown.