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“ ‘And if thou know’est to deal in direful fight the doom of brand and blade to Moorish host, know also thou to deal of life the light to one who ne’er deserved her life be lost: But an thou wouldst mine inn’ocence thus requite, place me for aye on sad exilèd coast, in Scythian sleet, on seething Libyan shore, with life-long tears to linger evermore.