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OTHO THE GREAT.
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Empty these armouries, these treasuries,Muster thy warlike thousands at a nod!Go! conquer Italy!
 Albert.Auranthe, you have madeThe whole world chaff to me. Your doom is fix’d.
 Auranthe. Out, villain! dastard!
 Albert.Look there to the door!Who is it?
 Auranthe. Conrad, traitor!
 Albert. Let him in. Enter Conrad.Do not affect amazement, hypocrite,At seeing me in this chamber.
 Conrad.Auranthe?
 Albert. Talk not with eyes, but speak your curses outAgainst me, who would sooner crush and grindA brace of toads, than league with them t’oppressAn innocent lady, gull an Emperor,More generous to me than autumn-sunTo ripening harvests.
 Auranthe. No more insult, sir.
 Albert. Ay, clutch your scabbard; but, for prudence sake,Draw not the sword; ’twould make an uproar, Duke,You would not hear the end of. At nightfallYour lady sister, if I guess aright,Will leave this busy castle. You had bestTake farewell too of worldly vanities.
 Conrad. Vassal!
 Albert.To-morrow, when the Emperor sends
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