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OTHO THE GREAT.
Had plac’d you in some other custody![Exeunt all but Albert.Bring them away.
 Albert. Though my name perish from the book of honor,Almost before the recent ink is dry,And be no more remember’d after death,Than any drummer’s in the muster-roll;Yet shall I season high my sudden fallWith triumph o’er that evil-witted Duke!He shall feel what it is to have the handOf a man drowning, on his hateful throat.
Enter Gersa and Sigifred.
 Gersa. What discord is at ferment in this house
 Sigifred. We are without conjecture; not a soulWe met could answer any certainty.
 Gersa. Young Ludolph, like a fiery arrow, shotBy us.
 Sigifred. The Emperor, with cross’d arms, in thought.
 Gersa. In one room music, in another sadness,Perplexity every where!
 Albert.A trifle more!Follow; your presences will much avail[Exeunt.To tune our jarred spirits. I’ll explain.
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