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SCENE V.
Valentinianalone.
[to the guards at the dungeon.]
Bring once again
The prisoner hither. Hence my just resentment!
Deep in my heart be now my hatred buried,
Nor let my looks betray the war within.
With storms beneath its treacherous breast,
Oft ocean seems compos'd to rest,
While zephyr breathes in gentle gales
And universal calm prevails.
But if that fiery soul again
Reject my grace with proud disdain,
I give my just revenge the rein.
Oft ocean seems compos'd to rest,
While zephyr breathes in gentle gales
And universal calm prevails.
But if that fiery soul again
Reject my grace with proud disdain,
I give my just revenge the rein.
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