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SCENE V.
Teresa and Carravagio.TERESA.
Where is the countess gone?—All is prepar'd.
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Attend you here, and what she may require
Give without speaking, and with lowly service,
Such as befits our mean and abject natures,
When call'd to offices of awful issue.
TERESA.
How is she now?
CARRAVAGIO.
Magnificent! sublime!
Like the archangel on the wall of Heav'n,
Who looking down on our sublunar orb,
Computes the good and ill of human life,
And finds a vast preponderance of ill.
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