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Is this too little for thy cruelty?
No; by the living God! on my curst head
Light every ill but this! We shall not part.

COUNTESS.

Let go thy desp'rate hold, thou desp'rate man!

Thou dost constrain me to an oath as dreadful;
And by that awful name——

GARCIO.

Forbear, forbear!

Then it must be; there is no mitigation.

(Throws himself on the ground, uttering a deep groan, when Rovani and Sophera burst in upon them from opposite sides.)

ROVANI (to the Countess).

What is the matter? Hath he on himself

Done some rash act? I heard him loud and stormy.

SOPHERA.

She cannot answer thee: look to the Count,

And I will place her gently on her couch;
For they are both most wretched.

(Sophera supports the Countess, while Rovani endeavours to raise Garcio from the ground, and the scene closes.)