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COUNTESS.

My Garcio! (Throwing her arms round him for some time, then raising herself from the bier, and wringing her hands in an agony of grief.)

This is my wretched work! Heaven was his judge,

Yet I, with cruel unrelenting sternness,
Have push'd him on his fate. O Garcio, Garcio!

GARCIO.

Do not upbraid thyself: thou hast done well;

For no repentance e'er could make me worthy
To live with thee, though it has made me worthy
To die for thee.

COUNTESS.

My dear and generous Garcio!

Alas, alas!

GARCIO.

O calm that frantic grief!

For had my life been spared, my dearest Margaret,
A wand'ring banish'd wretch I must have been,
Lonely and sad: but now, forgiven by thee,—
For so my heart assures me that I am,—
To breathe my parting spirit in thy presence,
For one who has so heavily offended,
Is a most happy end. It is so happy
That I have faith to think my deep contrition