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mercy! slay not a dying man; let me breathe my last breath without violence.

Liv. (covering her eyes, and turning away her head.) Torment him no more, I beseech you!

Ant. Nay, Gentlemen, this is unfeeling, ungenerous, unmanly. Stand upon your feet, Count Valdermere, (raising him up.) there are none but friends near you, if friends they may be called, who have played you such an abominable trick.

Vald. How is this? Art thou Antonio? Where are those who would have butcher'd me?

Omnes, Liv. and ''Ant. excepted''. Ha, ha, ha! (laughing some time.)

Bar. No where, Valdemere, but in your own imagination. We have put this deceit upon you to cure you of arrogance and boasting.

Walt. Running the usual risk, gentle Count, of not having our services very thankfully acknowledged.

Vald. You have laid a diabolical snare for me, and I have fallen into it most wretchedly—I have been strangely overcome. I have been moved as with magic.—I have beenI—I know not—What shall I call it?

Walt. Give yourself no trouble about that, Count; we can find a name for it.

Ant. Nay, good Sir; you shall not call it by any name a man would be asham(