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OTHO THE GREAT.
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Till we determine some fit punishment.It is so mad a deed, I must reflectAnd question them in private; for perhapsBy patient scrutiny, we may discoverIn care of the physicians. [Exeunt Otho and Nobles, Albert following. 
 Conrad. My guards, ho!
 Erminia.Albert, will you follow there?Will you creep dastardly behind his back,And slink away from a weak woman’s eye?Turn, thou court-Janus! thou forget’st thyself;[Enter Guards.Here is the Duke, waiting with open arms,To thank thee; here congratulate each other;Wring hands; embrace; and swear how lucky ’twasThat I, by happy chance, hit the right manOf all the world to trust in.
 Albert.Trust! to me!
 Conrad (aside). He is the sole one in this mystery.
 Erminia. Well, I give up, and save my prayers for Heaven!You, who could do this deed, would ne’er relent,Though, at my words, the hollow prison-vaultsWould groan for pity.
 Conrad.Manacle them both!
 Ethelbert. I know it—it must be—I see it all!Albert, thou art the minion!
 Erminia.Ah! too plain—
 Conrad. Silence! Gag up their mouths! I cannot bearMore of this brawling. That the Emperor
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