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SCENE V.
ALONZO.What will be mine?
O tyrant-Duty! art thou satisfy'd,
While I with Roman names of cruel greatness,
With Brutus, Manlius, share the fame abhorr'd
Of being more, or less, than man was meant?
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Must cover this dire deed—Ha! there, behold
Th'uplifted axe! Ha heaven! it falls—and lo
A headless trunk! a scaffold red with blood!
O thou, All-Just, who doom'd me to a throne!
Why, with its duties, leave this writhing bosom
Accessible to pangs, that but a Child
Can pierce the soul with—and a Parent know?
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