Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909 edition. Excerpt: ... I please, To see me. Conrad. Well, suppose this Albert here; What is your power with him? Auranthe. He should be My echo, my taught parrot! but I fear 4o He will be cur enough to bark at me; Have his own say; read me some silly creed 'Bout shame and pity. Conrad. What will you do then? Auranthe. What I shall do, I know not; what I would Cannot be done; for see, this chamber-floor Will not yield to the pick-axe and the spade, --Here is no quiet depth of hollow ground. Conrad. Sister, you have grown sensible and wise, Seconding, ere I speak it, what is now, I hope, resolved between us. Auranthe. Say, what is't? 50 Conrad. You need not be his sexton too: a mail May carry that with him shall make him die Elsewhere, --give that to him; pretend the while You will to-morrow succumb to his wishes, Be what they may, and send him from the Castle On some fool's errand; let his latest groan Frighten the wolves! Auranthe. Alas I he must not die! Conrad. Would you were both hearsed up in stifling lead! Detested--Auranthe. Conrad, hold! I would not bear The little thunder of your fretful tongue, 60 Tho' I alone were taken in these toils, And you could free me; but remember, sir, You live alone in my security: So keep your wits at work, for your own sake, Not mine, and be more mannerly. Conrad. Thou wasp! If my domains were emptied of these folk, And I had thee to starve--Auranthe. O, marvellous! But Conrad, now be gone; the host is look'd for; Cringe to the Emperor, entertain the lords, And, do ye mind, above all things, proclaim 70 My sickness, with a brother's sadden'd eye, Condoling with Prince Ludolph. In fit time Return to me. Conrad. I leave you to your thoughts. Exit. Auranthe (sola). Down, down, proud temper! down, Auranthe's pride! Why do I.
