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OTHO THE GREAT.
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 Otho.Not so!
 Ludolph. I see it—I see it—I have been wandering!Half mad—not right here—I forget my purpose.Bestir—bestir—Auranthe! Ha! ha! ha!Youngster! Page! go bid them drag her to me![Draws a dagger.Obey! This shall finish it!
 Otho.Oh, my son! my son!
 Sigifred. This must not be—stop there!
 Ludolph.Am I obey'd?A little talk with her—no harm—haste! haste![Exit Page. Set her before me—never fear I can strike.
 Several Voices. My Lord! My Lord!
 Gersa.Good Prince!
 Ludolph. Why do you trouble me? out—out—away!There she is! take that! and that! no, no,That's not well done.—where is she?
[The doors open. Enter Page. Several women are seen grouped about Auranthe in the inner-room.
Page. Alas! My Lord, my Lord! they cannot move her!Her arms stiff,—her fingers clench'd and cold!
 Ludolph. She's dead[Staggers and falls into their arms. 
 Ethelbert. Take away the dagger.
 Gersa.Softly; so!
 Otho. Thank God for that!
 Sigifred.It could not harm him now.
 Gersa. No!—brief be his anguish!
 Ludolph. She's gone! I am content—Nobles, good-night!We are all weary—faint—set ope the doors—[Dies.I will to bed!—To-morrow—

THE CURTAIN FALLS.

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