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horrid towers,

       I wait for you with horses. Choose your fate.

       Farewell.

      Auranthe.

       Albert, you jest; I’m sure you must.

       You, an ambitious Soldier! I, a Queen,

       One who could say, Here, rule these Provinces!

       Take tribute from those cities for thyself!

       Empty these armouries, these treasuries,

       Muster thy warlike thousands at a nod !

       Go! conquer Italy!

      Albert.

       Auranthe, you have made

       The whole world chaff to me. Your doom is fix’d.

      Auranthe.

       Out, villain! dastard!

      Albert.

       Look there to the door!

       Who is it?

      Auranthe.

       Conrad, traitor!

      Albert.

       Let him in.

      Enter CONRAD.

       Do not affect amazement, hypocrite,

       At seeing me in this chamber.

      Conrad.

       Auranthe?

      Albert.

       Talk not with eyes, but speak your curses out

       Against me, who would sooner crush and grind

       A brace of toads, than league with them to oppress

       An innocent lady, gull an Emperor,

       More generous to me than autumn’s sun

       To ripening harvests.

      Auranthe.

       No more insult, sir!

      Albert.

       Aye, clutch your scabbard; but, for prudence sake,

       Draw not the sword; ’twould make an uproar, Duke,

       You would not hear the end of. At nightfall

       Your lady sister, if I guess aright,

       Will leave this busy castle. You had best

       Take farewell too of worldly vanities.

      Conrad.

       Vassal!

      Albert.

       Tomorrow, when the Emperor sends

       For loving Conrad, see you fawn on him.

       Good even !

      Auranthe.

       You’ll be seen!

      Albert.

       See the coast clear then.

       Auranthe (as he goes). Remorseless Albert! Cruel,

       cruel wretch!

       [She lets him out.

      Conrad.

       So, we must lick the dust?

      Auranthe.

       I follow him.

      Conrad.

       How? Where? The plan of your escape?

      Auranthe.

       He waits

       For me with horses by the forest-side,

       Northward.

      Conrad.

       Good, good! he dies. You go, say you?

      Auranthe.

       Perforce.

      Conrad.

       Be speedy, darkness! Till that comes,

       Fiends keep you company!

       [Exit.

      Auranthe.

       And you! And you!

       And all men! Vanish!

       [Retires to an inner Apartment.

       Table of Contents

      An Apartment in the Castle.

      Enter LUDOLPH and Page.

      Page.

       Still very sick, my Lord; but now I went

       Knowing my duty to so good a Prince;

       And there her women in a mournful throng

       Stood in the passage whispering: if any

       Mov’d ’twas with careful steps and hush’d as death;

       They bid me stop.

      Ludolph.

       Good fellow, once again

       Make soft enquiry; prythee be not stay’d

       By any hindrance, but with gentlest force

       Break through her weeping servants, till thou com’st

       E’en to her chamber door, and there, fair boy,

       If with thy mother’s milk thou hast suck’d in

       Any diviner eloquence ; woo her ears

       With plaints for me more tender than the voice

       Of dying Echo, echoed.

      Page.

       Kindest master!

       To know thee sad thus, will unloose my tongue

       In mournful syllables. Let but my words reach

       Her ears and she shall take them coupled with

       Moans from my heart and sighs not counterfeit.

       May I speed better!

       [Exit Page.

      Ludolph.

       Auranthe! My Life!

       Long have I lov’d thee, yet till now not lov’d:

       Remembering, as I do, hard-hearted times

       When I had heard even of thy death perhaps,

       And thoughtless, suffered to pass alone

       Into Elysium! now I follow thee

       A substance or a shadow, wheresoe’er

       Thou leadest me, whether thy white feet press,

       With pleasant weight, the amorous-aching earth,

       Or thro’ the air thou pioneerest me,

       A shade! Yet sadly I predestinate!

       O unbenignest Love, why wilt thou let

       Darkness steal out upon the sleepy world

       So wearily; as if night’s chariot wheels

       Were clog’d in some thick cloud. O, changeful Love,

       Let not her steeds with drowsy-footed pace

       Pass the high stars, before sweet embassage

       Comes from the pillow ‘d beauty of that fair

       Completion 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 eyelids ; that those eyes may glow

       With wooing light upon me, ere the Morn

       Peers with disrelish, grey, barren, and cold.

      Enter GERSA and Courtiers.