The dramatic works of William Shakspere, from the text of Johnson, Stevens [sic] & Reed, with glossarial notes, his life, etc. by N. Rowe

he noble change that I have purposed! ming to look on you, thinking you dead, (And dead almost, my liege, to think you were,)

1 spake unto the crown as having sense,
And thus upbraided it: The care on thee de-
Hath fed upon the body of my father; [pending,
Therefore, thou, best of gold, art worst of gold;
Other, less fine in carat,* is more precious,
Preserving life in med'cine potable:4 [nown'd,
But thou, most fine, most honour'd, most re-
Hast eat thy bearer up. Thus, my most royal
liege,

Accusing it, I put it on my head;

To try with it,-as with an enemy,
That had before my face murder'd my father,-
The quarrel of a true inheritor.

But if it did infect my blood with joy,

Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride;
If any rebel or vain spirit of mine
Did, with the least affection of a welcome,
Give entertainment to the might of it,
Let God for ever keep it from my head!
And make me as the poorest vassal is,
That doth with awe and terror kneel to it!
K. Hen. O my son!

Heaven put it in thy mind, to take it hence, That thou might'st win the more thy father's love,

Pleading so wisely in excuse of it.

Come hither, Harry, sit thou by my bed;
And hear, I think, the very latest counsel
That ever I shall breathe. Heaven knows, my
son,

By what by-paths, and indirect crook'd ways,
I met this crown; and I myself know well,
How troublesome it sat upon my head:
To thee it shall descend with better quiet,
Better opinion, better confirmation;
For all the soil; of the achievement goes
With me into the earth. It seem'd in me,
But as an honour snatch'd with boisterous
And I had many living, to upbraid
My gain of it by their assistances;
Which daily grew to quarrel and to bloodshed,
Wounding supposed peace: all these bold
fears,

[hand; |

Thou see'st with peril I have answered:
For all my reign hath been but as a scene
Acting that argument; and now my death
Changes the mode: for what in me was pur-
chas'd,¶

Falls upon thee in a more fairer sort;
So thou the garland wear'st successively.
Yet, though thou stand'st more sure than I
could do,
[green;
Thou art not firm enough, since griefs are
And all thy friends, which thou must make
thy friends,
[out;
Have but their stings and teeth newly ta'en
By whose fell working I was first advanc'd,
And by whose power 1 well might lodge a
To be again displac'd: which to avoid, [fear
I cut them off; and had a purpose now
To lead out many to the Holy Land;

est rest, and lying still, might make them

look

That strength of speech is utterly denied me.
How I came by the crown, O God, forgive!
And grant it may with thee in true peace live!
P. Hen. My gracious liege,

You won it, wore it, kept it, gave it me:
Then plain, and right, must my possession be:
Which I, with more than with a common pain,
'Gainst all the world will rightfully maintain.

Enter Prince Jown of Lancaster, WARWICK,
Lords, and others.

K. Hen. Look, look, here comes my John of Lancaster.

P. John. Health, peace, and happiness, to my royal father!

K. Hen. Thou bring'st me happiness and

peace, son Jolin;

[flown But health, alack, with youthful wings is From this bare, wither'd trunk: upon thy sight,

My worldly business makes a period.-
Where is my lord of Warwick?

P. Hen. My lord of Warwick!

K. Hen. Doth any name particular belong Unto the lodging where I first did swoon? War. "Tis called Jerusalem, my noble lord. K. Hen. Laud be to God!-even there my life must end.

It hath been prophesied to me many years,
I should not die but in Jerusalem;
Which vainly I suppos'd, the Holy Land:-
In that Jerusalem shall Harry die.
But, bear me to that chamber; there I'll lie:
[Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENEI.-Glostershire.-A Hallin SHALLOW'S

House.

Enter SHALLOW, FALSTAFF, BARDOLPH, and PAGE.

Shal. By cock and pye, Sir, you shall not away to night.—What, Davy, I say! Ful. You must excuse me, master Robert Shallow.

Shal. I will not excuse you; you shall not be excused; excuses shall not be admitted; there is no excuse shall serve; you shall not be excused. Why, Davy!

Enter DAVY.

Dary. Here, Sir.

Shal. Davy, Davy, Davy,-let me see, Davy; let me see-yea, marry, William cook, bid him come hither.-Sir John, you shall not be excused.

Dary. Marry, Sir, thus;-those precepts cannot be served: and, again, Sir,-Shall we sow the headland with wheat?

Shal. With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook-Are there no young pigeons? Dary. Yes, Sir.-Here is now the smith's note, for shoeing, and plough-irons.

Shal. Let it be cast, and paid:-Sir John, you shall not be excused.

Dary. Now, Sir, a new link to the bucket must needs be had:-And, Sir, do you mean to stop any of William's wages, about the sack he lost the other day at Hinckley fair?

Shal. He shall answer it:- -Some pigeons, Davy; a couple of short-legged hens; a joint of mutton; and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, teH William cook.

Dary. Doth the man of war stay all night,

Sir?

Shal. Yes, Davy. I will use him well; A friend i'the court is better than a penny in purse. Use his men well, Davy; for they are arrant knaves, and will backbite.

Dury. No worse than they are back-bitten, Sir; for they have marvellous foul linen.

Shal. Well conceited, Davy. About thy business, Davy.

Dary. I beseech you, Sir, to countenance William Visor of Wincot against Clement Perkes of the hill.

Shal. There are many complaints, Davy, against that Visor; that Visor is an arrant knave on my knowledge.

Dury. I grant your worship, that he is a knave, Sir: but yet, God forbid, Sir, but a knave should have some countenance at his friend's request. An honest man, Sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not. I have served your worship truly, Sir, this eight years; and if I cannot once or twice in a quarter bear out a knave against an honest man, I have but a very little credit with your worship. The knave is mine honest friend, Sir; therefore, I beseech your worship, let him be countenanced.

Shal. Go to; I say, he shall have no wrong. Look about, Davy. [Exit DAVY.] Where are you, Sir John? Come, off with your boots.Give me your hand, master Bardolph.

Bard. I am glad to see your worship. Shal. I thank thee with all my heart, kind master Bardolph:-and welcome, my tall fellow. [To the PAGE.] Come, Sir John.

[Exit SHALLOW.

Ful. I'll follow you, good master Robert Shallow. Bardolph, look to our horses. [Exeunt BARDOLPH and PAGE.] If I were sawed into quantities, I should make four dozen of such bearded hermit's-staves as master Shallow. It is a wonderful thing, to see the semblable coherence of his men's spirits and his: They, by observing him, do bear themselves like foolish justices; he, by conversing with them, is turned into a justice-like serving-man; their spirits are so married in conjunction with the participation of society, that they flock together in consent, like so many wild-geese. If I had a suit to master Shallow, I would humour his men, with the imputation of being near their master: if to his men, I would curry with master Shallow, that no man could better command his servants. It is certain, that either wise bearing, or ignorant carriage, is caught, as men take diseases, one of another: therefore, let men take heed of their company. I will devise matter enough out of this Shallow, to keep prince Harry in continual laughter, the wearing-out of six fashions, (which is four terns, or two actions,) and he shall laugh without intervallums. Ö, it is much, that a lie, with a slight oath, and a jest, with a sad brow, will do with a fellow that never had the ache m his shoulders! O, you shall see him laugh, till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up.t Shal. [Within.] Sir John! Fal. I come, master Shallow; I come, master Shallow. [Exit FALSTAFF. SCENE II.-Westminster.--A Room in the Palace. Enter WARWICK, and the Lord CHIEF JUSTICE. War. How now, my lord chief justice? whi

ther away?
Ch. Just. How doth the king?

War. Exceeding well; his cares are now all ended.

Ch. Just. I hope, not dead.

War. He's walk'd the way of nature;
And, to our purposes, he lives no more.
Ch. Just. I would, his majesty had call'd me
with him:

The service that I truly did his life,
Hath left me open to all injuries.
War. Indeed, I think, the young king loves

you not.

Ch. Just. I know, he doth not; and do arm
myself,

To welcome the condition of the time;
Which cannot look more hideously on me
Than I have drawn it in my fantasy.
Enter Prince JOHN, Prince HUMPHREy, Cla-
RENCE, WESTMORELAND, and others.
War. Here comes the heavy issue of dead
Harry:

O, that the living Harry had the temper
Of him, the worst of these three gentlemen!
How many nobles then should hold their places,
That must strike sail to spirits of vile sort!
Ch. Just. Alas! I fear, all will be overturn'd.
P. John. Good morrow, cousin Warwick.
P. Humph. Cla. Good morrow, cousin.
P. John. We meet like men that had forgot
to speak.

War. We do remember; but our argument Is all too heavy to admit much talk.

P. John. Well, peace be with him that hath made us heavy!

Ch. Just. Peace be with us, lest we be heavier!

P. Humph. O, good my lord, you have lost a friend, indeed:

And I dare swear, you borrow not that face
Of seeming sorrow; it is, sure, your own.
P. John. Though no man be assur'd what
grace to find,

You stand in coldest expectation:
I am the sorrier; 'would 'twere otherwise,
Cla. Well, you must now speak Sir John

Falstaff fair;

Which swims against your stream of quality. Ch. Just. Sweet princes, what I did, I did in honour,

Led by the impartial conduct of my sou!;
And never shall you see, that I will beg
A ragged and forestall'd remission.-
If truth and upright innocency fail me,
I'll to the king my master that is dead,
And tell him who hath sent me after him.
War. Here comes the prince.

Enter King HENRY V.

Ch. Just. Good morrow; and heaven save your majesty!

King. This new and gorgeous garment, maSits not so easy on me as you think. [jesty, Brothers, you mix your sadness with some fear This is the English, not the Turkish court; Not Amurath an Amurath* succeeds, But Harry Harry: Yet be sad, good brothers, For, to speak truth, it very well becomes you Sorrow so royally in you appears, That I will deeply put the fashion on, And wear it in my heart. Why then, be sad: But entertain no more of it, good brothers, Than a joint burden laid upon us all. I'll be your father and your brother too; For me, by heaven, I bid you be assur'd, Let me but bear your love, I'll bear your cares, Emperor of the Turks, died in 1596; his son, which succeeded him, had all his brothers strangled.

Yet weep, that Harry's dead; and so will I:
But Harry lives, that shall convert those tears,
By number, into hours of happiness.

P. John, &c. We hope no other from your ma-
jesty.

King. You all look strangely on me :-and
you most; [To the CH. JUSTICE.
You are, I think, assur'd I love you not.
Ch. Just. I am assur'd, if I be measur'd
rightly,

Your majesty hath no just cause to hate me.
King. No!

How might a prince of my great hopes forget
So great indignities you laid upon me? [son
What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to pri-
The immediate heir of England? Was this easy?
May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten?
Ch. Just. I then did use the person of your
father;

The image of his power lay then in me:
And, in the administration of his law,
Whiles I was busy for the commonwealth,
Your highness pleased to forget my place,
The majesty and power of law and justice,
The image of the king whom I presented,
And struck me in my very seat of judgement:
Whereon, as an offender to your father,
I gave bold way to my authority,

For in his tomb lie my affections;
And with his spirit sadly I survive,
To mock the expectation of the world;
To frustrate prophecies; and to raze out
Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down
After my seeming. The tide of blood in me
Hath proudly flow'd in vanity, till now:
Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea;
Where it shall mingle with the state of floods,
And flow henceforth in formal majesty.
Now call we our high court of parliament:
And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel,
That the great body of our state may go
In equal rank with the best-govern'd nation
That war, or peace, or both at once, may be
As thing acquainted and familiar to us;-
In which you, father, shall have foremost
hand.- [To the Lord CH. JUSTICE.
Our coronation done, we will accite,t
As I before remember'd, all our state:
And (God consigning to my good intents,)
No prince, nor peer, shall have just cause to

say,

Heaven shorten Harry's happy life one day.
[Exeunt.

SCENE III-Glostershire.--The Garden of
SHALLOW's house.

Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, SILENCE, BAR-
DOLPH, the PAGE, and DAVY.

And did commit you. If the deed were ill,
Be you contented, wearing now the garland,*
To have a son set your decrees at nought;
To pluck down justice from your awful bench; where, in an arbour, we will eat a last year's
Shal. Nay, you shall see mine orchard:
To trip the course of law, and blunt the sword pippin of my own grafting, with a dish of car-
That guards the peace and safety of your per-raways, and so forth;-come, cousin Silence ;—

son:

and then to bed.

Fal. 'Fore God, you have here a goodly dwelling, and a rich.

Shal. Barren, barren, barren; beggars all. beggars all, Sir John-marry, good air.

is your serving-man, and your husbandman. Fal. This Davy serves you for good uses; he

Nay, more; to spurn at your most royal image,
And mock your workings in a second body.t
Question your royal thoughts, make the case
Be now the father, and propose a son: [yours;
Hear your own dignity so much profan'd,
See your most dreadful laws so loosely slight-Spread, Davy; spread, Davy; well said, Davy.
Behold yourself so by a son disdained; [ed,
And then imagine me taking your part,
And, in your power, soft silencing your son:
After this cold considerance, sentence me;
And, as you are a king, speak in your state,‡
What I have done, that misbecame my place,
My person, or my liege's sovereignty.

King. You are right, justice, and you weigh
this well;

Therefore still bear the balance and the sword:
And I do wish your honours may increase,
Till you do live to see a son of mine
Offend you, and obey you, as I did.

So shall I live to speak my father's words;-
Happy am I, that have a man so bold,
Thut dares do justice on my proper son:
And not less happy, having such a son,
That would deliver up his greatness so
Into the hands of justice.-You did commit me:
For which, I do commit into your hand [bear;
The unstained sword that you have us'd to
With this remembrance,-That you use the

same

With the like bold, just, and impartial spirit,
As you have done 'gainst me. There is my
hand;

You shall be as a father to my youth: [ear;
My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine
And I will stoop and humble my intents
To your well-practis'd, wise directions.
And, princes all, believe me, I beseech you;-
My father is gone wild into his grave,

* Crown.

+ Treat with contempt your acts executed by a representative.

la your regal character and office.

Shal. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir John.-By the mass, I have drunk too much sack at supper:-a good varlet. Now sit down, now sit down:-come, cousin.

Sul. Ah, sirrah! quoth-a,-we shall
Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer,
[Singing
And praise heaven for the merry year;
When flesh is cheap, and females dear,
And lusty lads roam here and there,
So merrily,

And ever among so merrily.
Fal. There's a merry heart!-Good master
Silence, I'll give you a health for that anon.
Shal. Give master Bardolph some wine,

Davy.

and the PAGE at another table.] I'll be with you
Dary. Sweet Sir, sit; [Seating BARDOLPH
good master Page, sit: proface! What you
anon-most sweet Sir, sit.Master Page,
want in meat, we'll have in drink. But you
must bear; The heart's all.
[Exit.

Shal. Be merry, master Bardolph;-and my little soldier there, be merry.

Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife's as all
[Singing.
For women are shrews, both short and tall:
'Tis merry in hall, when beards wag all,
And welcome merry shroce-tide.
Be merry, be merry, &c.

Fal. I did not think, master Silence had p been a man of this mettle.

Sil. Who I? I have been merry twice and once, ere now.

Re-enter DAVY.

Davy. There is a dish of leather-coats* for
[Setting them before BARDOLPH.

you.

Shal. Davy,-
Davy. Your worship?-I'll be with you
straight. [To BARD.-A cup of wine, Sir?
Sil. A cup of wine, that's brisk and fine,
And drink unto the lemant mine;

[Singing.

And a merry heart lives long-u.
Fai. Well said, master Silence.
Sil. And we shall be merry;-now comes in
the sweet of the night.

Fal. Health and long life to you, master
Silence.

Sil. Fill the cup, and let it come; I'll pledge you a mile to the bottom. Shal. Honest Bardolph, welcome: if thou wantest any thing, and wilt not call, beshrew thy heart.-Welcome, my little tiny thief'; [To the PAGE.] and welcome, indeed, too.I'll drink to master Bardolph, and to all the cavaleroes about London.

Davy. I hope to see London once ere I die. Bard. An I might see you there Davy,Shal. By the mass, you'll crack a quart together. Ha! will you not, master Bardolph? Bard. Yes, Sir, in a pottle pot.

Shal. I thank thee:-The knave will stick by thee, I can assure thee that: he will not out; he is true bred.

Bard. And I'll stick by him, Sir. Shal. Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing: be merry. [Knocking heard.] Look who's at door there: Ho! who knocks? Exit DAVY. Fal. Why, now you have done me right. [To SILENCE, who drinks a bumper. [Singing.

Sil. Do me right,
And dub me knight :

Samingo.

Is't not so?

Fal. "Tis so.

[ACT V

Pist. A foutra for the world, and worldlings base!

I speak of Africa, and golden joys.

Ful. O base Assyrian knight, what is thy

news?

Let king Cophetua know the truth thereof.
Sil. And Robin Hood, Scarlet, and John.

And shall good news be bafiled?
Pist. Shall dunghill curs confront the Heli-
[Sings.
Then, Pistol, lay thy head in Furies' lap.
[cons?
Shul. Honest gentleman, I know not your
breeding.

Pist. Why then, lament therefore.

come with news from the court, I take it, there Shal. Give me pardon, Sir;-If, Sir, you conceal them. I am, Sir, under the king, in is but two ways; either to utter them, or to some authority.

Pist. Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die.

Shal. Under king Harry.

Pist. Harry the fourth? or fifth?
Shal. Harry the fourth.

Sir John, thy tender lambkin now is king;
Pist. A foutra for thine office!-
Harry the fifth's the man. I speak the truth:
When Pistol lies, do this; and fig me, like
The bragging Spaniard.

Fal. What is the old king dead?

Pist. As nail in door: The things I speak,

are just.

Master Robert Shallow, choose what office
Fal. Away, Bardolph; saddle my horse.-
thou wilt in the land, 'tis thine.-Pistol, I will
double-charge thee with dignities.

knighthood for my fortune.
Burd. O joyful day!-I would not take a

Pist. What? I do bring good news?

Shallow, my lord Shallow, be what thou wilt, Fal. Carry master Silence to bed.-Master I am fortune's steward. Get on thy boots; we'll ride all night:-0, sweet Pistol;Away, Bardolph. [Exit BARD.]-Come, Pistol, utter more to me; and, withal, devise something, to do thyself good.-Boot, boot,

Sil. Is't so? Why, then say, an old man can master Shallow; I know, the young king is do somewhat.

Re-enter DAVY.

Davy. An it please your worship, there's one Pistol come from the court with news. Fal. From the court, let him come in.

Enter PISTOL.

Ful. How now, Pistol?
Pist. God save you, Sir John!

Fal. What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Pist. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.-Sweet knight, thou art now one of the greatest men in the realm.

Si. By'r lady, I think 'a be; but goodman Puff of Barson.

Pist. Puff?

Puff in thy teeth, most recreant coward base!-
Sir John, I am thy Pistol, and thy friend,
And helter-skelter have I rode to thee;
And tidings do I bring, and lucky joys,
And golden times, and happy news of price.
Fal. I pr'ythee now, deliver them like a
man of this world.

* Apples commonly called russetines.
+Sweetheart.

Gay fellows.

sick for me. Let us take any man's horses;
the laws of England are at my commandment.
and woe to my lord chief justice!
Happy are they which have been my friends;

Pist. Let vultures vile seize on his lungs
also!

Where is the life that late I led, say they :
Why, here it is; Welcome these pleasant days.
[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-London.-A street.

Enter BEADLES, dragging in Hostess QUICKLY, and DOLL TEAR-SHEET.

Host. No, thou arrant knave: I would I might die, that I might have thee hanged: thou hast drawn my shoulder out of joint.

1 Bead. The constables have delivered her over to me; and she shall have whipping-cheer enough, I warrant her: There hath been a man or two lately killed about her.

Dol. Nut-hook, nut-hook, you lie. Come on; I'll tell thee what, thou damned tripevisaged rascal; an the child I now go with, dc miscarry, thou hadst better thou hadst struck

He who drank a bumper on his knees to the health of thy mother, thou paper-faced villain.

his mistress, was dubbed a knight for the evening.

It should be Domingo; it is part of a song in one of Nashe's plays.

Host. O the Lord, that Sir John were come

* A term of reproach for a catchpoll.

he would make this a bloody day to somebody. But I pray God the fruit of her womb miscarry!

Pist. There roar'd the sea, and trumpetclangor sounds.

1 Bead. If it do, you shall have a dozen of Enter the KING and his Train, the CHIEF JUScushions again; you have but eleven now. Come, I charge you both go with me; for the man is dead, that you and Pistol beat among

jou.

Dol. I'll tell thee what, thou thin man in a renser! I will have you as soundly swinged for this, you blue-bottle rogue!t you filthy famished correctioner! if you be not swinged, I'll forswear half-kirtles.

1 Bead. Come, come, you she knight-errant,

Lome.

Host. O, that right should thus overcome might! Well; of sufferance comes ease.

Dol. Come, you rogue, come; bring me to a justice.

Host. Ay; come, you starved blood-hound.
Dol. Goodman death! goodman bones!
Host. Thou atomy, thou!

Dol: Come, you thin thing; come, you rascal! 1 Bead. Very well. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-A public Place near Westminster Abbey.

Enter two GROOMS, strewing Rushes.

1 Groom. More rushes, more rushes.

2 Groom. The trumpets have sounded twice. 1 Groom. It will be two o'clock ere they come from the coronation: Despatch, despatch. [Exeunt GROOMS. Enter FALSTAFF, SHALLOW, PISTOL, BARDOLPH, and the PAGE.

Fal. Stand here by me, master Robert Shallow; I will make the king do you grace: I will leer upon him, as 'a comes by; and do but mark the countenance that he will give me.

Pist. God bless thy lungs, good knight. Fal. Come here, Pistol; stand behind me. O, if I had had time to have made new liveries, I would have bestowed the thousand pound Í borrowed of you. [To SHALLOW.] But 'tis no matter; this poor show doth better: this doth infer the zeal I had to see him.

Shal. It doth so.

TICE among them.

Ful. God save thy grace, king Hal! my roya. Hal!

Pist. The heavens thee guard and keep, most royal imp of fame!

Fal. God save thee, my sweet boy!

King. My lord chief justice, speak to that

vain man.

Ch. Just. Have you your wits? know you what 'tis you speak?

Fal. My king! my Jove! I speak to thee, my heart!

King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy

prayers;

How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester
I have long dream'd of such a kind of man,
So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane;
But, being awake, I do despise my dream.
Make less thy body hence,+ and more thy grace;
Leave gormandizing; know, the grave doth
gape

For thee thrice wider than for other men:-
Reply not to me with a fool-born jest;
Presume not, that I am the thing I was:
For heaven doth know, so shall the world per-
That I have turn'd away my former self;
ceive,
So will I those that kept me company.
When thou dost hear I am as I have been,
Approach me; and thou shalt be as thou wast,
The tutor and the feeder of my riots:
Till then, I banish thee, on pain of death,—
As I have done the rest of my misleaders,-
Not to come near our person by ten mile."
For competence of life, I will allow you,
That lack of means enforce you not to evil:
And, as we hear you do reform yourselves,
We will,-according to your strength, and
qualities,
[lord,
Give you advancement.-Be it your charge, my
To see perform'd the tenor of our word.
Set on.
[Exeunt KING, and his Train.
Fal. Master Shallow, I owe you a thousand
pound.

Shal. Ay, marry, Sir John; which I beseech you to let me have home with me.

Fal. That can hardly be, master Shallow. Do not you grieve at this; I shall be sent for in private to him: look you, he must seem thus to the world. Fear not your advancement; I will be the man yet, that shall make you great.

Shal. I cannot perceive how; unless you give me your doublet, and stuff me out with straw. I beseech you, good Sir John, let me have five hundred of my thousand.

Fal. Sir, I will be as good as my word: this that you heard, was but a colour.

Shal. A colour, I fear, that you will die in, Sir John.

Fal. Fear no colours; go with me to dinner. Come, lieutenant Pistol;-come, Bardolph:-I shall be sent for soon at night.

Re-enter Prince JOHN, the CHIEF JUSTICE,

Officers, &c.

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