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The very spot. There will I plant me close
Among the shrubs and bushes, and so wait
Until she come; then seize my opportunity,
And run upon her. What can she oppose,
The tender thing, either by force or flight,
To one so swift and powerful? She may use
Her sighs and tears, and all that is of force
In beauty to move pity. I will twist
This hand of mine in her thick locks; nor stir
One step till I have drank my draught of vengeance.
Among the shrubs and bushes, and so wait
Until she come; then seize my opportunity,
And run upon her. What can she oppose,
The tender thing, either by force or flight,
To one so swift and powerful? She may use
Her sighs and tears, and all that is of force
In beauty to move pity. I will twist
This hand of mine in her thick locks; nor stir
One step till I have drank my draught of vengeance.
