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If to this cruel deed thy heart is steel'd,

Thou shouldst not come! A king who meditates

A deed inhuman, may find slaves enow,

Willing for hire to bear one-half the curse,

And leave the monarch's presence undefil'd.

Enrapt in gloomy clouds he forges death,

Flaming destruction then his ministers

Hurl down upon his wretched victim's head,

While he abideth high above the storm,

Calm and untroubled, an impassive god.