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OTHO THE GREAT.
 Otho. No more of her. Auranthe—Ludolph, come!This marriage be the bond of endless peace.[Exeunt. 

Scene II.—The entrance of Gersa's Tent in the Hungarian Camp.

Enter Erminia. Erminia. Where! where! where shall I find a messenger?A trusty soul? A good man in the camp?Shall I go myself? Monstrous wickedness!O curse Conrad! devilish Auranthe!Here is proof palpable as the bright sun!O for a voice to reach the emperor's ears![Shouts in the camp. 
Enter an Hungarian Captain. Captain. Fair prisoner, you hear these joyous shouts?The king—aye, now our king,—but still your slave,Young Gersa, from a short captivityHas just return'd. He bids me say, bright dame,That even the homage of his ranged chiefsCures not his keen impatience to beholdSuch beauty once againWhat ails you, lady?
 Erminia. Say, is not that a German, yonder? There!
 Captain. Methinks by his stout bearing he should be—Yes—it is Albert; a brave German knight,And much in the emperor's favor.
 Erminia.I would fainInquire of friends and kinsfolk; how they fared
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