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OTHO THE GREAT.
Comes from the pillow'd beauty of that fairCompletion of all delicate Nature's wit! Pout her faint lips anew with rubious health; And, with thine infant fingers, lift the fringe Of her sick eye-lids; that those eyes may glow With wooing light upon me, ere the morn Peers with disrelish, gray, barren, and cold! [Enter Gersa and Courtiers.  Otho calls me his Lion,—should I blush To be so tamed? so—
 Gersa.Do me the courtesy, Gentlemen, to pass on.
 1st Knight.We are your servants.[Exeunt Courtiers.  
 Ludolph. It seems then, sir, you have found out the man You would confer with;—me?
 Gersa.If I break not Too much upon your thoughtful mood, I will Claim a brief while your patience.
 Ludolph.For what cause Soe'er, I shall be honor'd.
 Gersa.I not less.
 Ludolph. What may it be? No trifle can take place Of such deliberate prologue, serious 'havior. But, be it what it may, I cannot fail To listen with no common interest; For tho' so new your presence is to me, I have a soldier's friendship for your fame. Please you explain.
 Gersa.As thus:—for, pardon me, I cannot, in plain terms, grossly assault
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