Hell, Hell, Yet I'll be calm. Now the dawn begins and the slow hand of fate is stretched to draw the veil and leave thee bare. Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd ... Nor hell a fury like the woman scorned. Hell, hell, but I'll stay calm, the dawn will come, and the hand of fate slowly lifts the veil and exposes you There is no rage of love and hate in heaven, and no woman in hell is born to be despised Fury from love to hate, like the anger of heaven and the anger of a woman, is stronger than the fire of purgatory
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