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COUNTESS.

O, forgive me!

My mind was weak and brooded on dark thoughts.
We'll cast them from us.—Yes, thy child, thy boy!
Look on him still: they say that in his face
There are some traits of thine. Observe his mouth;
That smile——

GARCIO.

Nay, that sweet smile I could not give him;

No, nor those lips. He much resembles thee.

COUNTESS.

Thinkest thou so? Then haply thou perceiv'st

Another likeness some have sadly traced;
Dost thou perceive it?

GARCIO.

No: another likeness?

COUNTESS.

In my sad lonely hours, I have imagined,

And sooth'd me with the pleasing, mournful thought,
He bears some faint resemblance to my brother,
My poor Ulrico.

(Garcio',s countenance becomes stern, and looking again stedfastly on the child, he turns away in silence.)

It does not strike thee, then?