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SCENE IV.
Clytie.Hence, weak remorse! hence, hence away!
In vain before my dazzl'd eyes,
In all your daunting shapes you rise,
To fill me with dismay.
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My rival shall die;
And thou, whose false, ungrateful heart
Thy immortality secures,
Look down, while I revenge my smart,
And thro' her bosom strike at your's.
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