Enter AURANTHE. Auranthe. Conrad! what tidings? may guess Good, if I From your alert eyes and high-lifted brows. What tidings of the battle? Albert? Ludolph ? Otho? Conrad. You guess aright. And, sister, slurring o'er Our by-gone quarrels, I confess my heart Is beating with a child's anxiety, To make our golden fortune known to you. Conrad. Yes, so serious, that before I utter even the shadow of a hint Concerning what will make that sin-worn cheek 'Tis not confiding in a broken reed, A poor court-bankrupt, outwitted and lost, DRAMATIS PERSONE. OTHO THE GREAT, Emperor of Germany. CONRAD, Duke of Franconia. ALBERT, a Knight, favoured by Otho. SCENE.-The Castle of Friedburg, its vicinity, and the Hungarian Camp. TIME.-One Day. Against the Emperor had suborn'd his son,— Auranthe. I confess You have intrigued with these unsteady times Conrad. I saw my moment. The Hungarians, Collected silently in holes and corners, Appear'd, a sudden host, in the open day. I should have perish'd in our empire's wreck, But, calling interest loyalty, swore faith To most believing Otho; and so help'd His blood-stain'd ensigns to the victory In yesterday's hard fight, that it has turn'd The edge of his sharp wrath to eager kindness. Auranthe. So far yourself. But what is this to me More than that I am glad? I gratulate you. Conrad. Yes, sister, but it does regard you greatly, Nearly, momentously,-aye, painfully! Make me this vow Auranthe. Conrad. Albert! Concerning whom or what? Auranthe. I would inquire somewhat of him : You had a letter from me touching him? Conrad. At one pernicious charge of the enemy, Conrad. He is! but here make oath To alienate him from your scheming brain, Conrad. No, nor great, nor mighty; You would not wear a crown, or rule a kingdom. Το you it is indifferent. Auranthe. What means this? Conrad. You'll not be perjured! Go to Albert then, That camp-mushroom-dishonour of our house. Go, page his dusty heels upon a march, Yet stay, perhaps a charm may call you back, |