110 Nor be pathetic, my kind benefactor! On all the many bounties of your hand, 'T was for yourself you laboured - not for me ! Do you not count, when I am queen, to take Advantage of your chance discoveries Conrad. Let not this slave - this villain Be cause of feud between us. See! he comes! Look, woman, look, your Albert is quite safe! In haste it seems. Now shall I be in the way, And wish'd with silent curses in my grave, Or side by side with' whelmed mariners. 121 Enter ALBERT. Albert. Fair on your graces fall this early morrow! So it is like to do without my prayers, For your right noble names, like favourite tunes, And a nice judge in the age and smack of Cry a reward, to him who shall first bring wine. Enter from the Castle, AURANTHE, followed by Pages, holding up her robes, and a train of Women. She kneels. Hail my sweet hostess! I do thank the stars, Or my good soldiers, or their ladies' eyes, And in-door melodies; nor the ruddy wine Ebb spouting to the lees; if I pledge not, 50 In 20 my first cup, that Arab! The little prologue to a line of kings. It was my chance to meet his olive brow, I must see Ludolph or the - What's that Triumphant in the enemy's shatter'd shout? Voices without. Huzza! huzza! Long live the Emperor ! Other voices. Fall back! Away there! Say what noise is that? Otho. ALBERT advancing from the back of the Stage, whither he had hastened on hearing the cheers of the soldiery. Albert. It is young Gersa, the Hungarian prince, Pick'd like a red stag from the fallow herd Of prisoners. Poor prince, forlorn he steps, Slow, and demure, and proud in his despair. If I may judge by his so tragic bearing, 89 His eye not downcast, and his folded arm, He doth this moment wish himself asleep But can you give a guess where Ludolph Among his fallen captains on yon plains. |