heart, by Heaven’s blessing, isA wide world, where a thousand new-born hopes
Empurple fresh the melancholy blood;
But an old man’s is narrow, tenantless
Of hopes, and stuff’d with many memories,
Which, being pleasant, ease the heavy pulse
Painful, clog up and stagnate. Weigh this matter
Even as a miser balances his coin ;
And, in the name of mercy, give command
That your knight Albert be brought here before you.
He will expound this riddle ; he will show
A noonday proof of bad Auranthe’s guilt.
Otho.
Let Albert straight be summon ‘d.
[Exit one of the Nobles.
Ludolph.
Impossible !
I cannot doubt I will not no to doubt
Is to be ashes! wither ‘d up to death!
Otho.
My gentle Ludolph, harbour not a fear;
You do yourself much wrong.
Ludolph.
O, wretched dolt!
Now, when my foot is almost on thy neck,
Wilt thou infuriate me? Proof! thou fool!
Why wilt thou teaze impossibility
With such a thick-skull’d persevering suit?
Fanatic obstinacy! Prodigy!
Monster of folly! Ghost of a turn’d brain!
You puzzle me, you haunt me, when I dream
Of you my brain will split! Bald sorcerer!
Juggler! May I come near you? On my soul
I know not whether to pity, curse, or laugh.
Enter ALBERT, and the Nobleman.
Here, Albert, this old phantom wants a proof!
Give him his proof! A camel’s load of proofs!
Otho.
Albert, I speak to you as to a man
Whose words once utter ‘d pass like current gold;
And therefore fit to calmly put a close
To this brief tempest. Do you stand possess ‘d
Of any proof against the honourableness
Of Lady Auranthe, our new-spoused daughter?
Albert.
You chill me with astonishment. How’s this?
My Liege, what proof should I have ‘gainst a fame
Impossible of slur? [Otho rises.
Erminia.
O wickedness!
Ethelbert.
Deluded monarch, ’tis a cruel lie.
Otho.
Peace, rebel-priest!
Conrad.
Insult beyond credence!
Erminia.
Almost a dream!
Ludolph.
We have awaken’d from
A foolish dream that from my brow hath wrung
A wrathful dew. O folly! why did I
So act the lion with this silly gnat?
Let them depart. Lady Erminia!
I ever griev’d for you, as who did not?
But now you have, with such a brazen front,
So most maliciously, so madly striven
To dazzle the soft moon, when tenderest clouds
Should be unloop’d around to curtain her;
I leave you to the desert of the world
Almost with pleasure. Let them be set free
For me! I take no personal revenge
More than against a nightmare, which a man
forgets in the new dawn.
[Exit LUDOLPH.
Otho.
Still in extremes! No, they must not be loose.
Ethelbert.
Albert, I must suspect thee of a crime
So fiendish
Otho. Fear’st thou not my fury, monk?
Conrad, be they in your sure custody
Till we determine some fit punishment.
It is so mad a deed, I must reflect
And question them in private ; for perhaps,
By patient scrutiny, we may discover
Whether they merit death, or should be placed
In care of the physicians.
[Exeunt OTHO and Nobles, ALBERT following.
Conrad.
My guards, ho!
Erminia.
Albert, wilt thou follow there?
Wilt thou creep dastardly behind his back,
And slink away from a weak woman’s eye?
Turn, thou court-Janus! thou forget’st thyself;
Here is the Duke, waiting with open arms,
[Enter Guards.
To thank thee; here congratulate each other;
