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THE SEPERATION: A TRAGEDY.
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GARCIO (motioning the Nurse to retire).

We shall disturb his slumbers.


COUNTESS (to him reproachfully).

Sent off without a kiss of kind endearment?


GARCIO.

We should disturb him. (Looking after the child as he is carried off.)

COUNTESS.

Thine eye pursues him with a mournful look:

Thou fear'st, perhaps, an early fate may snap
His thread of life, like his lamented uncle's.

GARCIO.

No; past and future are but shadowy visions;

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.

Indeed, thou seem'st unwell:

I fear thou bring'st not back thy wonted health.

GARCIO.

I'm well,—I was in health, but this damp region,

I breathe not in it but with breath suppress'd.
Thou know'st right well I never liked this place:
Why art thou here?