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OTHO THE GREAT.
 Ludolph.No, no, no. My senses areStill whole. I have survived. My arm is strong,—My appetite sharp for revenge! I'll no sharerIn my feast; my injury is all my own.And so is my revenge, my lawful chattels!Terrier, ferret them out! Burn—burn the witch!Trace me their footsteps! Away![Exeunt. 

ACT V.

Scene I.—A part of the Forest.

Enter Conrad and Auranthe.

 Auranthe. Go no further; not a step more. Thou artA master-plague in the midst of miseries.Go,—I fear thee! I tremble every limb,Who never shook before. There's moody deathIn thy resolved looks! Yes, I could kneelTo pray thee far away! Conrad, go! go!—There! yonder underneath the boughs I seeOur horses!
 Conrad.Ay, and the man.
 Auranthe.Yes, he is there IGo, go,—no blood! no blood! go, gentle Conrad!
 Conrad. Farewell!
 Auranthe.Farewell! For this Heaven pardon you! [Exit Auranthe. 
 Conrad. If he survive one hour, then may I die
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