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OTHO THE GREAT.
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By any hindrance, but with gentlest force Break through her weeping servants, till thou com'st E'en to her chamber-door, and there, fair boy,—If with thy mother's milk thou hast suck'd in Any divine eloquence,—woo her ears With plaints for me, more tender than the voice Of dying Echo, echoed.
 Page.Kindest master! To know thee sad thus, will unloose my tongue In mournful syllables. Let but my words reach Her ears, and she shall take them coupled with Moans from my heart, and sighs not counterfeit. [Exit Page.May I speed better!
 Ludolph (solus).Auranthe! My life! Long have I loved thee, yet till now not loved: Remembering, as I do, hard-hearted times When I had heard e'en of thy death perhaps, And thoughtless!—suffer'd thee to pass alone Into Elysium!—now I follow thee, A substance or a shadow, wheresoe'er Thou leadest me,—whether thy white feet press, With pleasant weight, the amorous-aching earth, Or thro' the air thou pioneerest me, A shade! Yet sadly I predestinate! O, unbenignest Love, why wilt thou let Darkness steal out upon the sleepy world So wearily, as if night's chariot-wheels Were clogg'd in some thick cloud? O, changeful Love, Let not her steeds with drowsy-footed pace Pass the high stars, before sweet embassage
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