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THE SEPERATION: A TRAGEDY.
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O, if I do! I am not yet abandoned

To utter reprobation. (Falling at her feet, and embracing her knees?) Margaret! wife!
May I still call thee by that name so dear?


MARGARET (disentangling herself from his hold, and removing to some distance).

O, leave me, leave me! for Heaven's mercy leave me!


GARCIO (following her, and bending one knee to the ground).

Marg'ret, beloved wife! keenly beloved!


COUNTESS.

Oh, move me not! forbear, forbear in pity!

Fearful, and horrible, and dear thou art!
Both heaven and hell are in thee! Leave me then,—
Leave me to do that which is right and holy.

GARCIO.

Yes, what is right and holy thou shalt do;

Stain'd as I am with blood,—with kindred blood,
How could I live with thee? O do not think
I basely seek to move thee from thy purpose.
O, no! Farewell, most dear and honour'd Marg'ret!
Yet, ere I go, could'st thou without abhorrence—
(Pauses.)