“This is my last cry, as my last blood flows. Then, O my Tyrians, besiege with hate His progeny and all his race to come: Make this your offering to my dust. No love, No pact must be between our peoples; No, But rise up from my bones, avenging spirit! Harry with fire and sword the Darden countrymen Now or hereafter, at whatever time”
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