Conrad. Yes, sister, but it does regard you greatly,
Nearly, momentously,aye, painfully!
Make me this
Auranthe. Concerning whom or what?
Auranthe. I would inquire somewhat of him.
You had a letter from me touching him?
No treason gainst
his head in deed or word!
Surely you spared him at my earnest prayer?
Give me the letterit should not
Conrad. At one pernicious charge of the enemy
I for a moment-whiles, was prisoner taen
the horses hoofs have minced it!
Auranthe. He is alive?
Conrad. He is! but here make oath
To alienate him from your scheming brain,
Divorce him from your
And cloud him in such utter banishment,
That when his person meets again your eye
vision shall quite lose its memory,
And wander past him as through vacancy.
Auranthe. Ill not be perjured.
Conrad. No, nor great, nor mighty;
You would not wear a crown, or rule a kingdom.
To you it is indifferent.
Auranthe. What means this?
Conrad. Youll not be perjured! Go to Albert then,
That camp-mushroomdishonour of our house.
page his dusty heels upon a march,
Furbish his jingling baldric while he sleeps,
And share his mouldy
ration in a siege.
Yet stay,perhaps a charm may call you back,
And make the widening circlets of your
Sparkle with healthy fevers.The Emperor
Hath given consent that you should marry Ludolph.
Auranthe. Can it be, brother? For a golden crown
With a queens awful lips I doubly thank you!
to wake in Paradise! Farewell,
Thou clod of yesterday!twas not myself!
Not till this moment did I ever
My spirits faculties! Ill flatter you
For this, and be you ever proud of it;
Thou, Jove-like, struckdst
And from the teeming marrow of thy brain
I spring complete Minerva! But the prince
highness Ludolphwhere is he?
Conrad. I know not
When, lackeying my counsel at a beck,
The rebel lords, on bended knees, received
Emperors pardon, Ludolph kept aloof,
Sole, in a stiff, fool-hardy, sulky pride;
Yet, for all this. I never saw
In such a sickly longing for his son.
We shall soon see him; for the Emperor
He will be here this
Auranthe. That I heard
Among the midnight rumours from the camp.
Conrad. You give up Albert to me?
Auranthe. Harm him not!
Een for his highness Ludolphs sceptry hand,
I would not Albert suffer any wrong.
Conrad. Have I not laboured, plotted?
Auranthe. See you spare him:
Nor be pathetic, my kind benefactor!
On all the many bounties of your
Twas for yourself you labourednot for me!
Do you not count, when I am queen, to take
of your chance discoveries
Of my poor secrets, and so hold a rod
Over my life?