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OTHO THE GREAT.
And precious goblets that make rich the wine. But why do I stand babbling to myself? Where is Auranthe? I have news for her Shall—
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 Our by-gone quarrels, I confess my heart Is beating with a child's anxiety, To make our golden fortune known to you.
 Auranthe. So serious?
 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 yon impose?
 Conrad. Trust me for once. That you may be assured 'Tis not confiding ina broken reed, A poor court-bankrupt, outwitted and lost, Revolve these facts in your acutest mood, In such a mood as now you listen to me: A few days since, I was an open rebel,—Against the Emperor had suborn'd his son,—Drawn off his nobles to revolt,—and shown Contented fools causes for discontent,
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