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RAYNER:
RAYNER.
COUNT ZATERLOO.
Of speech. Let's hear thy voice's sound, good man,
To say thou art alive. Thou'rt marvellous silent:
Didst thou not also hear them?
RAYNER.
All seems like the dark mingled mimicry
Of fev'rish fleep; in which the half-doubting mind,
Wilder'd and weary, with a deep-drawn breath,
Says to itself, "Shall I not wake?"
COUNT ZATERLOO.
Wilt thou not keep thy soldier's spirit up?
To-morow's sun will be thy waking time,
And thou wilt wake a rich man and a free.
RAYNER.
And have no waking.
COUNT ZATERLOO.
RAYNER.