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Did strive to gain:—and here, indeed, I own
He rightly deem'd; my suit was most presumptuous.

COUNTESS.

Well, pass this o'er;—I know with too much pride

He did oppose thy suit.

GARCIO.

That night! It was in dreary, dull November,

When at the close of day, with faithful Baldwin,
I reach'd this castle with the vain intent
To make a last attempt to move his pity.
I made it, and I fail'd. With much contempt
And aggravating passion, he dismiss'd me
To the dark night.

COUNTESS.

You left him then? You left him?

GARCIO.

O yes! I left him. In my swelling breast

My proud blood boil'd. Through the wild wood I took
My darkling way. A violent storm arose;
The black dense clouds pour'd down their torrents on me;
The roaring winds aloft with the vex'd trees
Held strong contention, whilst my buffetted breast
The crushing tangled boughs and torn-up shrubs