THE SEPERATION: A TRAGEDY.
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GARCIO (motioning the Nurse to retire).
COUNTESS (to him reproachfully).
GARCIO.
We should disturb him. (Looking after the child as he is carried off.)
COUNTESS.
Thou fear'st, perhaps, an early fate may snap
His thread of life, like his lamented uncle's.
GARCIO.
Dark cumb'rous things which we must cast aside
To make the present hour endurable.
Who waits without?—A cup of wine, I pray;
I'm tir'd and faint.
COUNTESS.
I fear thou bring'st not back thy wonted health.
GARCIO.
I breathe not in it but with breath suppress'd.
Thou know'st right well I never liked this place:
Why art thou here?