Albert. My good Prince, with me
The sword has done its worst; not without worst
Done to another,Conrad
has it home!
I see you know it all!
Ludolph. Where is his sister?
Ludolph. Ha! There! there! He is the paramour!
Therehug himdying! O, thou innocence,
him and comfort him at his last gasp;
Kiss down his eyelids! Was he not thy love?
Wilt thou forsake him
at his latest hour?
Keep fearful and aloof from his last gaze,
His most uneasy moments, when cold death
with the door ajar to let him in?
Albert. O that that door with hollow slam would close
Upon me sudden! for I cannot meet,
In all the unknown
chambers of the dead,
Ludolph. Auranthe! what can he mean?
What horrors? Is it not a joyous time?
Am I not married to a
Of personal beauty and untainted soul?
A blushing fair-eyed purity? A sylph,
timid hand has never sinned
Beyond a flower plucked, white as itself?
Albert, you do insult my brideyour
To talk of horrors on our wedding-night!
Albert. Alas! poor Prince, I would you knew my heart!
Tis not so guilty
Ludolph. Hear! he pleads not guilty!
You are not? or, if so, what matters it?
You have escaped me, free
as the dusk air,
Hid in the forest, safe from my revenge;
I cannot catch you! You should laugh at me,
cheated Ludolph! Make the forest hiss
With jeers at me! You tremblefaint at once,
You will come to
again. O cockatrice,
I have you! whither wander those fair eyes
To entice the devil to your help, that he
change you to a spider, so to crawl
Into some cranny to escape my wrath?
Albert. Sometimes the counsel of a dying man
Doth operate quietly when his breath is gone:
handspartpartdo not destroy
Each otherforget her!Our miseries
Are equal shared, and mercy
Ludolph. A boon
When one can compass it. Auranthe, try
Your oratory; your breath is not so hitched.
stare for help!
There goes a spotted soul
Howling in vain along the hollow night!
Hear him! He calls yousweet Auranthe,
Auranthe. Kill me!
Ludolph. No! What? Upon our marriage night?
The earth would shudder at so foul a deed!
A fair bride!
A sweet bride! An innocent bride!
No! we must revel it, as tis in use
In times of delicate brilliant ceremony:
let me lead you to our halls again!
Nay, linger not; make no resistance, sweet;
Will you? Ah, wretch,
thou canst not, for I have
The strength of twenty lions gainst a lamb!
Nowone adieu for Albert! Come
Scene III.An inner Court of the Castle.
Enter Sigifred, Gonfrid,and Theodore,meeting