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OTHO THE GREAT.
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Her lips—I swear no human bones e'er woreSo taking a disguise;—you shall behold her!We'll have her presently; ay, you shall see her,And wonder at her, friends, she is so fair;She is the world's chief jewel, and, by heaven,She's mine by right of marriage!—she is mine!Patience, good people, in fit time I sendA summoner,—she will obey my call,Being a wife most mild and dutiful.First I would hear what music is preparedTo herald and receive her; let me hear!
 Sigifred. Bid the musicians soothe him tenderly.[A soft strain of Music. 
 Ludolph. Ye have none better? No, I am content;'Tis a rich sobbing melody, with reliefsFull and majestic; it is well enough,And will be sweeter, when ye see her paceSweeping into this presence, glisten'd o'erWith emptied caskets, and her train upheldBy ladies, habited in robes of lawn,Sprinkled with golden crescents, others brightIn silks, with spangles shower'd, and bow'd toBy Duchesses and pearled Margravines!Sad, that the fairest creature of the earth—I pray you mind me not—'tis sad, I say,That the extremest beauty of the worldShould so entrench herself away from me,Behind a barrier of engender'd guilt!
 2d Lady. Ah! what a moan!
 1st Knight.Most piteous indeed!
 Ludolph. She shall be brought before this company,And then—then—
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