It's a mean and stormy night.
The Moors are bleak and bloody.
Thunder claps! Lightening strikes!
The fair Clarissa, her clothes in disaray races across the wild coastal heath.
Now she stops.
Now she runs.
Will she escape? Will she be caught?
With bold determination, the villainous aristocrat, Braxton Printergast MARCHES FOR HER!
There's no excape, she's but a child!
And yet she turns to fight
With eyes ablaze
This noble girl
Meets his gaze
Unafraid!
She will not be defied.
(Keep away from me, you wretch!)
(I cannot keep away, your beauty draws me, your passion ignites me!)
I've got to hold you!
I defy you!
Got to have you
Let me by you.
Come close. (Don't come too close)
Come close. (Don't come too close)
So close! (Don't come so close to me!)
(I'll have her, and the mother too!)
And at that moment, Rodrigo appears, in magnificent splendor!
(Unhand that woman!)
(Who are you?!)
I am your destiny!
Your bitterest foe
You stole what was rightfully mine, ten long years ago!
You left me cold, alone and forgotten.
Now I'm back to settle the score!
(Miss March!)

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