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[prologue]

[Lord Byron looking out the window at a thunderstorm]

Lord Byron:
How beautifully dramatic! The cruelest savage exhibition of nature at her worst without.
[turns to face Mary and Percy Shelley, both seated]

Lord Byron:
And we three. We elegant three within. I should like to think that an irate Jehovah was pointing those arrows of lightning directly at my head. The unbowed head of George Gordon, Lord Byron. England's greatest sinner. But I cannot flatter myself to that extent. Possibly those thunders are for our dear Shelley. Heavens applause for England's greatest poet.
Percy Bysshe Shelley:
What of my Mary?
Lord Byron:
She's an angel.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley:
You think so?

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