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