From:	Doctor Doom <JCH8169@*****.TAMU.EDU>
Subject:	to Simon J. Trent
Date:	Thu, 11 Mar 93 06:38:14 CET

>>>>>[ Trent (as you are not deserving title of "Herr") I have
never seen
Fraulein Jaez so distraught or disturbed until this day. What you did to her,
must have been most dishonorable, which I shall not tolerate...

Rather than express my sentiments myself, I shall permit the bard to articulate
them for me:

"O, that the slave had forty thousand lives,--
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge!
Now do I see 'tis true.--Look here, Iago;
All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven:
'Tis gone.--
Arise, Black Vengeance, from thy hollow hell!
Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne
To tyrannous hate! swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
For 'tis of aspics' tongues!

Yet be content.

O, blood, Iago, blood!

Patience, I say; your mind perhaps may change.

Never, Iago. Like to the Pontic sea,
Whose icy current and compulsive course
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontic and the Hellespont;
Even so with my bloody thoughts, with violent pace,
Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
Till that a capable and wide revenge
Swallow them up.--Now, by yond marble heaven,
In the due reverence of a sacred vow
I here engage my words."

Here this, Trent, woe be it to you should I e'er catch you...
As I swear as God as my witness, that if you are EVER under my hand,
I shall sheath my sword in your life's blood, and pause to see the fire of life
dim within your eyes. ]<<<<<
-- Doctor Doom <12:35:03/03-10-54>