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'Answer me, viper! here do I arraign Thy arrogant, self-crowned majesty! Hast thou not prophesied of dole and pain, Weakening the arms of nations and of me? Thou foe of order!--Mercy lingers sick-- False prophet! Canker! Damned heretic!'