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 (Her eye-balls flashing a pernicious glare) Sick struggles! Hark—her pangs increase! Her groans are horrible! But ô! most fair The promis'd Twins, she bears—!

I mark'd Ambition in his war-array: I heard the mailed Monarch's troublous cry— "Ah! whither does the Northern Conqueress stay?