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SCENE VI.
BIRENOalone.
The wise should watch the event on fortune's wheel,
That for a moment circles at the top,
And seiz'd not, vanishes—I must about it,
My all's at stake—Ye ministers of vengeance!
That hide your gory locks in mist-hung caves,
And roll your deadly eyeballs o'er the edge
Of your insatiate daggers, shaking ever
Dews of oblivious sleep from your stung brows,
Receive me of your band! ne'er to know peace
Till this keen writhing vulture quit my heart,
And with blunt beak, and flagging wings outstretch'd,
Drowze o'er the mangled victims of my rage.
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