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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.

Let go thy desp'rate hold, thou desp'rate man! Thou dost constrain me to an oath as dreadful; And by that awful name

Forbear, forbear! Then it must be; there is no mitigation.

What is the matter? Hath he on himself Done some rash act? I heard him loud and stormy.

She cannot answer thee: look to the Count, And I will place her gently on her couch; For they are both most wretched.