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SCENE VIII.
Corvus.Curse on his coming—it has ruin'd all!—
For his Revilings—we were always Foes,
Nor shou'd I chuse to hear a kinder Language;
Well, since Deceit and Treachery are mine;
They shall be both employ'd to dig thy Fall;—
Do thou enjoy Distrust—and I Revenge;
Yes—he shall die—but while I speak he lives—
It shall be done this Night—Success attends
Th'uplifted Arm of rapid Execution,
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—But Regulus approaches—I must hence,
And meet him with the Mask of Friendship on:
Let honest Fools the Boast of Truth enjoy,
To look by Nature, and through Passions speak;
But Men like me th'inverted Art maintain
To weep in Pleasure, and to laugh in Pain.
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