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OTHO THE GREAT.
But can you give a guess where Ludolph is?Know you not of him?
 Auranthe.Indeed, my liege, no secret—
 Otho. Nay, nay, without more words, dost know of him?
 Auranthe. I would I were so over-fortunate,Both for his sake and mine, and to make gladA father's ears with tidings of his son.
 Otho. I see 'tis like to be a tedious day.Where Theodore and Gonfred and the restSent forth with my commands?
 Albert.Aye, my lord.
 Otho. And no news! No news! 'Faith! 'tis very strangeHe thus avoids us. Lady, is't not strange?Will he be truant to you too? It is a shame.
 Conrad. Wilt please your highness enter, and acceptThe unworthy welcome of your servant's house?Leaving your cares to one whose diligenceMay in few hours make pleasures of them all.
 Otho. Not so tedious, Conrad. No, no, no,—I must see Ludolph or the—What's that shout?
 Voices without. Huzza! huzza! Long live the Emperor!
 Other voices. Fall back! Away there!
 Otho.Say what noise is that?
[Albert advancing from the back of the Stage, whither he had hastenedon hearing the cheers of the soldiery.
 Albert. It is young Gersa, the Hungarian prince,Pick'd like a red stag from the fallow herdOf prisoners. Poor prince, forlorn he steps,
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