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RAYNER:
COUNT ZATERLOO.
Of aught but want of love.
MIRA.
Thou talk'st of love and thou wouldst break my heart.
COUNT ZATERLOO.
Yet be not thus: in token of forgiveness
This friendly cup receive, and smile upon me.
(Offering her a cup, which she dashes to the ground.)
MIRA.
Will I receive; I scorn thy offering.
Ev'n the rich robe thou hast so often promis'd me:
Ay and so oft forgot, so I must call it,
I would now scorn, since thou dost slight my love.
COUNT ZATERLOO.
Before two days be past: I swear to thee.
Then do not look so frowningly, my love;
I know thou hast a soft relenting nature;
Smile my forgiveness.
MIRA.