SCENE II.. An Apartment in the Castle Enter as from the Marriage, ОTHO, LU- Otho. Now Ludolph! Now, Auranthe! What can I find to grace your nuptial day More than my love, and these wide realms in fee? Ludolph. I have too much. And I, my liege, by far. Ludolph. Auranthe! I have! O, my bride, my love! Not all the gaze upon us can restrain My eyes, too long poor exiles from thy face, From adoration, and my foolish tongue Auranthe. Spare, spare me, my Lord; I swoon else. Ludolph. Soft beauty! by to-morrow I should die, Wert thou not mine. [They talk apart. My Arab,- no soft music should enrich The cool wine, kiss'd off with a soldier's smack; 30 |