A TRAGEDY.
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COUNT ZATERLOO (rising half from his seat in great passion.)
Who made of me the cursed thing I am!
I've been a fool indeed and well requited.
Base, avaricious and ungrateful oh!
(Putting his hand on his side as if seized with sudden pain.)
COUNTESS ZATERLOO.
What ails thee now?
COUNT ZATERLOO.
With encreased violence.
COUNTESS ZATERLOO.
And grasp my hand so hard? What is't disturbs thee?
COUNT ZATERLOO.
COUNTESS ZATERLOO.
O why this seeming agony of mind?
'Tis not the pain that racks thee.