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SCENE V.
MESSALA.[Alone.
A more detestable, relentless tyrant
No where exists, than the severity
Of thy harsh-moulded soul. But e'er long
I may behold groveling beneath my feet
The over-bearing pride of thy false virtue.
Yes, thou Colossus, raised to such an height
By the vile people; that huge bulk perchance
These hands may crush; the thunder is prepared.
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