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A TRAGEDY.

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(Countess Zaterloo goes to the door and receives something from a Servant, shutting the door immediately.)

COUNTESS ZATERLOO.

It is a servant come to fetch me something.

COUNT ZATERLOO.

Has he not heard it? he has heard it all!

(In violent alarm and agitation.)

COUNTESS ZATERLOO.

Be still, be still! it is impossible.

Thou'st wak'd the pain again; I see thee tremble.

COUNT ZATERLOO (writhing as if in great pain).

Ay, this will master me: 'twill have me now:

What can be done? O for a short reprieve!

COUNTESS ZATERLOO.

Alas, my child! what would'st thou have me do?

COUNT ZATERLOO.

I would have time turn'd backward in his course,

And what is past ne'er to have been: myself
A thing that no existence ever had.
Canst thou do this for me?

COUNTESS ZATERLOO.

Alas! I cannot.

COUNT ZATERLOO.

Then cursed be thy early mother's cares!