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OTHO THE GREAT.
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Here, underneath this roof where Otho breathes,—Thy father,—almost mine.
 Ludolph.O faltering coward![Enter Page. Stay, stay; here is one I have half a word with.Well? What ails thee, child?
 Page.My lord!
 Ludolph.What wouldst say?
 Page. They are fled!
 Ludolph.They! Who?
 Page.When anxiouslyI hasten'd back, your grieving messenger,I found the stairs al) dark, the lamps extinct,And not a foot or whisper to be heard.I thought her dead, and on the lowest stepSat listening; when presently came byTwo muffled up,—one sighing heavily,The other cursing low, whose voice I knewFor the Duke Conrad's. Close I follow'd themThro' the dark ways they chose to the open air;And, as I follow'd, heard my lady speak.
 Ludolph. Thy life answers the truth!
 Page.The chamber's empty!
 Ludolph. As I will be of mercy! So, at last,This nail is in my temples!
 Gersa.Be calm in this.
 Ludolph. I am.
 Gersa.And Albert too has disappear'd;Ere I met you, I sought him everywhere;You would not hearken.
 Ludolph.Which way went they, boy?
 Gersa. I'll hunt with you.
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