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Otho. Are you sure, Ludolph. you have no saving plea in store? Ludolph. My father, none! Otho. Then you astonish me. Ludolph. No, I have no plea. Disobedience, Otho. You are a most perplexing noble boy. Ludolph. You not less a perplexing noble father. Otho. Well, you shall have free passport through the gates. Ludolph. Farewell! and by these tears believe, Otho. Ludolph, I will! I will! Ludolph. No, my good lord, I cannot say I did. Otho. Make not your father blind before his time; [Embracing him. Ludolph. Happiest of days! Otho. Well make it so. Ludolph. Stead of one fatted calf Otho. Large as a God speak out, where all is thine. Ludolph. Ay, father, but the fire in my sad breast Otho. At a word, this: Ludolph. You are convinced? Otho. Ay, spite of her sweet looks. Her fame has passed into the grosser lips Of soldiers in their cups. Ludolph. Tis very sad. |
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