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through the streets; and, at every corner, have them midst of you! and honour be witness, that no want kiss. — Away!

[Ereunt. of resolution in me, but only my followers' base and

ignominious treasons, makes me betake me to my SCENE VIII. Southwark. heels.

(Exit. Alarum. Enter CADE, and all his Rabblement.

Buck. What, is he fled ? go, some and follow him ;

And he, that brings his head unto the king, Cade. Up Fish-street! down Saint Magnus' cor- Shall have a thousand crowns for his reward. ner! kill and knock down! throw them into

(Exeunt some of them. Thames !-(A Parley sounded, then a Retreat.] Follow me, soldiers; we'll devise a mean What noise is this I hear? Dare any be so bold to To reconcile you all unto the king. [Exeunt. sound retreat or parley, when I command them kill ?

SCENE IX.- Kenelworth Castle. Enter BUCKINGHAM, and old CLIFFORD, with Forces.

Enter King HENRY, QUEEN MARGARET, and Buck. Ay, here they be that dare and will disturb

SOMERSET, on the Terrace of the Castle. thee: Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the king

K. Hen. Was ever king that joy'd an earthly

throne, Unto the commons, whom thou hast misled;

And could command no more content than I ? And here pronounce free pardon to them all, That will forsake thee, and go home in peace.

No sooner was I crept out of my cradle,

But I was made a king at nine months old :
Clif.. What say ye, countrymen? will ye relent,

Was never subject long'd to be a king,
And yield to mercy, whilst 'tis offer'd you;
Or let a rabble lead you to your deaths ?

As I do long and wish to be a subject.
Who loves the king, and will embrace his pardon,

Enter BUCKINGHAM and CLIFFORD. Fling up his cap, and say - God save his majesty! Buck. Health, and glad tidings, to your majesty! Who hateth him, and honours not his father,

K. Hen. Why, Buckingham, is the traitor, Cade, Henry the fifth, that made all France to quake,

surpriz'd? Shake he his weapon at us, and pass by.

Or is he but retir'd to make him strong? All. God save the king! God save the king !

Enter, below, a great number of Cade's Followers, Cade. What, Buckingham, and Clifford, are ye

with Halters about their Necks. so brave? - And you, base peasants, do ye believe him ? will you needs be hanged with your pardons

Clif. He's fled, my lord, and all his powers do about your necks ? Hath my sword therefore broke And humbly thus, with halters on their necks,

yield; through London gates, that you should leave me would never have given out these arms, till you had to entertain my vows of thanks and praise ! at the White Hart in Southwark? I thought, ye Expect your highness' doom of life, or death.

K. Hen. Then, heaven, setope thy everlasting gates, recovered your ancient freedom; but you are all recreants, and dastards; and delight to live in Soldiers, this day have you redeem'd your lives, slavery to the nobility. Let them break your backs And show'd how well you love your prince and with burdens, take your houses over your heads, Continue still in this so good a mind,

country: ravish your wives and daughters before your faces: And Henry, though he be infortunate, For me, - I will make shift for one; and so - - A curse 'light upon you all!

Assure yourselves, will never be unkind: Au. We'll follow Cade, we'll follow Cade.

And so, with thanks and pardon to you all, Clif. Is Cade the son of Henry the fifth,

I do dismiss you to your several countries. That thus you do exclaim — you'll go with him?

All. God save the king! God save the king ! Will he conduct you through the heart of France,

Enter a Messenger. And make the meanest of you earls and dukes? Mess. Please it your grace to be advertised, Alas, he hath no home, no place to fly to;

The duke of York is newly come from Ireland Nor knows he how to live, but by the spoil, And with a puissant, and a mighty power, Unless by robbing of your friends, and us.

Of gallowglasses, and stout kernes 5, Wer't not a shame, that whilst you live at jar, Is marching hitherward in proud array ; The fearful French, whom you late vanquished, And still proclaimeth, as he comes along, Should make a start o'er seas and vanquish you ? His arms are only to remove from thee Methinks, already, in this civil broil,

The duke of Somerset, whom he terms a traitor. I see them lording it in London streets,

K. Hen. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and Crying - Villageois ! unto all they meet.

York distress'd; Better, ten thousand base-born Cades miscarry, Like to a ship, that, having 'scap'd a tempest, Than you should stoop unto a Frenchman's mercy. Is straightway calm'd and boarded with a pirate : To France, to France, and get what you have lost; But now 6 is Cade driven back, his men dispers’d; Spare England, for it is your native coast;

And now is York in arms to second him. Henry hath money, you are strong and manly: I pray thee, Buckingham, go forth and meet him; God on our side, doubt not of victory,

And ask him, what's the reason of these arms. AU. A Clifford! a Clifford! we'll follow the Tell him, I'll send duke Edmund to the Tower;. king, and Clifford.

And, Somerset, we will commit thee thithet, Cade. Was ever feather so lightly blown to and Until his army be dismiss'd from him. fro, as this multitude ? the name of Henry the fifth Som. My lord, hales them to an hundred mischiefs, and makes them I'll yield myself to prison willingly, leave me desolate. I see them lay their heads toge- Or unto death, to do my country good. ther, to surprize me: my sword make way for me,

5 Two orders of foot-soldiers among the Irish. for here is no staying. -- Have through the very € Only just now.

K. Hen. In any case, be not too rough in terms; Cade. Brave thee ? ay, by the best blood that ever For he is fierce, and cannot brook hard language. was broached, and beard thee too. Look on me well:

Buck. I will, my lord ; and doubt not so to deal, | I have eat no meat these five days; yet, come thou: As all things should redound unto your good. and thy five men, and if I do not leave you all as R. Hen. Come, wife, let's in, and learn to govern dead as a door-nail, may I never eat grass more. better;

Iden. Nay, it shall ne'er be said while England For yet may England curse my wretched reign.


(Ereunt. That Alexander Iden, an esquire of Kent, SCENE X. - Kent. Iden's Garden.

Took odds to combat a poor famish'd man.

Oppose thy steadfast-gazing eyes to mine,
Enter CADE

See if thou canst outface me with thy looks. Cade. Fye on ambition ! fye on myself;_that Set limb to limb, and thou art far the lesser ; have a sword, and yet am ready to famish! These Thy hand is but a finger to my fist; five days have I hid me in these woods; and durst Thy leg a stick compared with this truncheon ; not peep out, for all the country is lay'd for me; My foot shall fight with all the strength thou hast ; ut now am I so hungry, that if I might have a

And if mine arm be heaved in the air, lease of my life for a thousand years, I could stay Thy grave is digg'd already in the earth. no longer. Wherefore, on a brick-wall have I As for more words, whose greatness answers words, climbed into this garden; to see if I can eat grass, Let this my sword report what speech forbears. or pick a sallet another while, which is not amiss

Cade. By my valour, the most complete champion to cool a man's stomach this hot weather. And, I that ever I heard. Steel, if thou turn the edge, or think, this word sallet was born to do me good : cut not out the burly-boned clown in chines of beef for, many a time, but for a sallet 7, my brain-pan ere thou sleep in thy sheath, mayest thou be turned had been cleft with a brown bill; and, many a

to hobnails. (They fight. Cade falls.] 0, I am slain! time, when I have been dry, and bravely march- famine, and no other, hath slain me; let ten thouing, it hath served me instead of a quart-pot to sand devils come against me, and give me but the drink in ; and now the word sallet must serve me

ten meals I have lost, and I'd defy them all. to feed on.

Wither, garden: and be henceforth a buryingEnter IDEN, with Servants.

place to all that do dwell in this house, because the Iden. Lord, who would live turmoiled in the court, unconquered soul of Cade is fled. And may enjoy such quiet walks as these ?

Iden. Is't Cade that I have slain, that monstrous This small inheritance, my father left me,

traitor ? Contenteth me, and is worth a monarchy.

Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deed, I seek not to wax great by others' waning;

And hang thee o'er my tomb when I am dead : Or gather wealth, I care not with what envy;

Ne'er shall this blood be wiped from thy point; Sufficeth, that I have maintains my state,

But thou shalt wear it as a herald's coat, And sends the poor well pleased from my gate.

To emblaze the honour that thy master got. Cade. Here's the lord of the soil come to seize Cade. Iden, farewell ; and be proud of thy vicme for a stray, for entering his fee-simple without tory: Tell Kent from me, she hath lost her best leave. Ah, villain, thou wilt betray me, and get man, and exhort all the world to be cowards ; for a thousand crowns of the king for carrying my I, that never feared any, am vanquish'd by famine, head to him ; but I'll make thee eat iron like an not by valour.

[Dies. ostrich, and swallow my sword like a great pin, ere Iden. How much thou wrong'st me, heaven be my thou and I part.

judge. Iden. Why, rude companion, whatsoe'er thou be, Hence will I drag thee headlong by the heels I know thee not ; Why then should I betray thee Unto a dunghill, which shall be thy grave, Is't not enough, to break into my garden,

And there cut off thy most ungracious head; And, like a thief, to come to rob my grounds, Which I will bear in triumph to the king. Climbing my walls in spite of me, the owner,

[Exit, dragging out the Body. But thou wilt brave me with these saucy terms ?


SCENE. I. - Near Saint Alban's. This hand was made to handle nought but gold :

I cannot give due action to my words,
The King's Camp on one side. On the other, enter Except a sword, or scepter, balance it.

York attended, with Drum and Colours: his A scepter shall it have, have I a soul;
Forces at some distance.

On which I'll toss the flower-de-luce of France. York. From Ireland thus comes York, to claim his right,

Enter BUCKINGHAM. And pluck the crown from feeble Henry's head: Whom have we here? Buckingham, to disturb me. Ring, bells, aloud; burn, bonfires, clear and bright, The king hath sent him, sure; I must dissemble. To entertain great England's lawful king.

Buck. York, if thou meanest well, I greet thee well. Ah, sancta majestas / who would not buy thee dear? York. Humphrey of Buckingham, I accept thy Let them obey, that know not how to rule !

greeting A kind of helmet.

Art thou a messenger, or come of pleasure ?


the queen;

Buck. A messenger from Henry, our dread liege, Iden. Alexander Iden, that s my name; To know the reason of these arms in peace; A poor esquire of Kent, that loves his king. Or why, thou – being a subject as I am, —

Buck. So please it you, my lord, 'twere not amiss Against thy oath and true allegiance sworn, He were created knight for his good service. Shouldst raise so great a power without his leave K. Hen. Iden, kneel down ; (He kneels.] Rise Or dare to bring thy force so near the court.

up a knight. York. Scarce can I speak, my choler is

We give thee for reward a thousand marks ; so great.

And will, that thou henceforth attend on us. O, I could hew up ocks, and fight with

Iden. May Iden live to merit such a bounty, Aint,

And never live but true unto his liege ! I am so angry at these abject terms;

K. Hen. See, Buckingham! Somerset comes with And now, like Ajax Telamonius, On sheep or oxen could I spend my fury! } Aside. Go, bid her hide him quickly from the duke. I am far better born than is the king; More like a king, more kingly in my

Enter Queen MARGAR¥T and SOMERSET. thoughts :

Q. Mar. For thousand Yorks he shall not hide But I must make fair weather yet a while,

his head, Till Henry be more weak, and I more

But boldly stand, and front him to his face.

York. How now! Is Somerset at liberty ? strong. O Buckingham, I pr'ythee, pardon me,

Then, York, unloose thy long-imprison'd thoughts, That I have given no answer all this while;

And let thy tongue be equal with thy heart. My mind was troubled with deep melancholy.

Shall I endure the sight of Somerset ? The cause why I have brought this army hither,

False king! why hast thou broken faith with me, Is - to remove proud Somerset from the king,

Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse? Seditious to his grace, and to the state.

King did I call thee? no, thou art not king; Buck. That is too much presumption on thy part : Which dar'st not, no, nor canst not rule a traitor.

Not fit to govern and rule multitudes, But if thy arms be to no other end,

That head of thine doth not become a crown; The king hath yielded unto thy demand ; The duke of Somerset is in the Tower.

Thy hand is made to grasp a palmer's staff, York. Upon thine honour, is he prisoner ?

And not to grace an awful princely scepter. Buck. Upon mine honour, he is prisoner.

That gold must round engirt these brows of mine ; York. Then Buckingham, I do dismiss my is able with the change to kill and cure.

Whose smile and frown, like to Achilles' spear, powers.

Here is a hand to hold a scepter up,
Soldiers, I thank you all : disperse yourselves ;
Meet me to-morrow in Saint George's field,

And with the same to act controlling laws.
You shall bave pay, and every thing you wish.

Give place; by heaven, thou shalt rule no more

O'er him, whom heaven created for thy ruler. And let my sovereign, virtuous Henry, Command my eldest son, - nay, all my sons,

Som. O monstrous traitor!- I arrest thee, York, As pledges of my fealty and love,

Of capital treason 'gainst the king and crown : I'll send them all as willing as I live;

Obey, audacious traitor; kneel for grace. Lands, goods, horse, armour, any thing I have

York. Wouldst have me kneel? first let me ask Is his to use, so Somerset may die.

of these, Buck. York, I commend this kind submission :

If they can brook I bow a knee to man. We twain will go into his highness' tent.

Sirrah, call in my scns to be my bail ;

(Exit an Attendant, Enter King Henry, attended.

I know, ere they will have me go to ward 8, K. Hen. Buckingham, doth York intend no harm They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement. to us,

Q. Mar. Call hither Clifford; bid him come That thus he marcheth with thee arm in arm ?

amain, York. In all submission and humility,

To say, if that the bastard boys of York York doth present himself unto your highness. Shall be the surety for their traitor father. K. Hen. Then what intend these forces thou York. O blood-bespotted Neapolitan, dost bring ?

Outcast of Naples, England's bloody scourge! York. To heave the traitor Somerset from hence; The sons of York, thy betters in their birth, And fight against that monstrous rebel, Cade,

Shall be their father's bail ; and bane to those Who since I heard to be discomfited.

That for my surety will refuse the boys.
Enter Iden, with Cade's Head.

Enter Edward and Richard PLANTAGENET, with

Forces, at one side ; at the other, with Forces also, Iden. If one so rude, and of so mean condition,

old CLIFFORD, and his Son. May pass into the presence of a king, Lo, I present your grace a traitor's head,

See, where they come; I'll warrant they'll make The head of Cade, whom I in combat slew.

it good. K. Hen. The head of Cade? - Great God, how Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford, to deny their

bail. just art thou ! 0, let me view his visage being dead,

Clif. Health and all happiness to my lord the That living wrought me such exceeding trouble.


(Kneels Tell me, my friend, art thou the man that slew him ? York. I thank thee, Clifford : Say, what news Iden. I was, an't like your majesty.

with thee? K. Hen. How art thou call'a? and what is thy Nay, do not fright us with an angry look: degree?

& Custody, confinement

We are thy sovereign, Clifford, kneel again; To force a spotless virgin's chastity,
For thy mistaking so, we pardon thee.

To reave the orphan of his patrimony,
Clif. This is my king, York, I do not mistake ; To wring the widow from her custom'd right;
But thou mistak'st me much, to think I do: And have no other reason for this wrong,
To Bedlam with him! is the man grown mad? But that he was bound by a solemn oath ?
K. Hen. Ay, Clifford ; a bedlam and ambitious Q. Mar. A subtle traitor needs no sophister.

K. Hen. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himMakes him oppose himself against his king.

self. Clif. He is a traitor ; let him to the Tower, York. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou And chop away that factious pate of his.

hast, R. Mar. He is arrested, but will not obey; I am resolv'd for death or dignity. His sons, le says, shall give their words for bim. Clif. The first I warrant thee, if dreams prove true. York. Will you not, sons ?

War. You were best to go to bed, and dream again, Edw. Ay, noble father, if our words will serve. To keep thee from the tempest of the field. Rich. And if words will not, then our weapons Clif. I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm, shall.

Than any thou canst conjure up to-day ; Clif. Why, what a brood of traitors have we here! And that I'll write upon thy burgonet,

York. Look in a glass, and call thy image so; Might I but know thee by thy household badge. I am thy king, and ihou a false-heart traitor. War. Now, by my father's badge, old Nevil's crest, Call hither to the stake my two brave bears, The rampant bear chain'd to the ragged staff, That, with the very shaking of their chains, This day I'll wear aloft my burgonet, They may astonish these fell lurking curs;

(As on a moutain-top the cedar shows, Bid Salisbury, and Warwick, come to me.

That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm,)

Even to affright thee with the view thereof.
Drums. Enter WARWICK and SALISBURY, with

Clif. And from thy burgonet I'll rend thy bear,

And tread it underfoot with all contempt, Clif. Are these thy bears ? we'll bait thy bears to Despight the bear-ward that protects the bear. death,

Y. Clif. And so to arms, victorious father, And manacle the bear-ward 1 in their chains,

To quell the rebels, and their 'complices. If thou dar'st bring them to the baiting-place.

(Ereunt severally Rich. Oft have I seen a hot o’erweening cur Run back and bite, because he was withheld ;

SCENE II. - Saint Alban's. Who, being suffer'd with the bear's fell paw,

Alarums : Ercursions. Enter WARWICK. Hath clapp'd his tail beween his legs, and cry'd : And such a piece of service will you do,

War. Clifford of Cumberland, 'tis Warwick calls ! If you oppose yourselves to match lord Warwick. And if thou dost not hide thee from the bear,

Clif. Hence, heap of wrath, foul indigested lump, Now, when the angry trumpet sounds alarm, As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!

And dead men's cries do fill the empty air, York. Nay, we shall heat you thoroughly anon. Clifford, I say, come forth and fight with me! Clif. Take heed, lest by your heat you burn Proud northern lord, Clifford of Cumberland, yourselves.

Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms. K. Hen. Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?

Enter York. Old Salisbury, — shame to thy silver hair,

How now, my noble lord ? what, all a foot ? Thou mad misleader of thy brain-sick son !

York. The deadly-handed Clifford slew my steed; What, wilt thou on thy death-bed play the ruffian, But match to match I have encountered him, And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles ?

And made a prey for carrion kites and crows, O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty ?

Even of the bonny beast he lov'd so well.
If it be banish'd from the frosty head,
Where shall it find a harbour in the earth ?

Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,

War. Of one or both of us the time is come. And shame thine honourable age with blood ? York. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other Why art thou old, and want'st experience ?

chase, Or wherefore dost abuse it, if thou hast it?

For I myself must hunt this deer to death. For shame! in duty bend thy knee to me,

War. Then, nobly, York; 'tis for a crown thou That bows unto the grave with mickle age.

fight'st. Sal. My lord, I have consider'd with myself As I intend, Clifford, to thrive to-day, The title of this most renowned duke;

It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail'd. And in my conscience do repute his grace

[Erit WARWICK. The rightful heir to England's royal seat.

Clif. What seest thou in me, York? why dost K. Hen. Hast thou not sworn allegiance unto me?

thou pause ? Sal. I have.

York. With thy brave bearing should I be in love, K. Hen. Canst thou dispense with heaven for such But that thou art so fast mine enemy. an oath?

Clif. Nor should thy prowess want praise and Sal. It is great sin, to swear unto a sin;

esteem, But greater sin, to keep a sinful oath.

But that 'tis shown ignobly, and in treason. Who can be bound by any solemn vow

York. So let it help me now against thy sword, To do a murderous deed, to rob a man,

As I in justice and true right express it! The Nevils, earls of Warwick, had a bear and ragged staff

Clif. My soul and body on the action both! Bear-keeper,

2 Helmet.

for their crest.

York. A dreadful lay! 3 — address thee instantly. To give the enemy way: and to secure us

[They fight, and CLIFFORD falls. By what we can, which can no more but Ay. Clif. La fin couronne les auvres. Dies.

(Alarum afar off. York. Thus war hath given thee peace, for thou If you be ta’en, we then should see the bottom art still.

Of all our fortunes : but if we haply scape, Peace with his soul, heaven, if it be thy will ! (As well we may, if not through your neglect,)

[Exit. We shall to London get; where you are lord; Enter Young CLIFFORD.

And where this breach, now in our fortunes made,
Y. Clif. Shame and confusion ! all is on the rout! May readily be stopp'd.
Fear frames disorder, and disorder wounds

Enter Young CLIFFORD.
Where it should guard. O war, thou son of hell,
Whom angry heavens do make their minister,

Y. Clif. But that my heart's on future mischief set,

I would speak blasphemy ere bid you fly;
Throw in the frozen bosoms of our part
Hot coals of vengeance; — Let no soldier fly:

But fly you must ; uncurable discomfit
He that is truly dedicate to war,

Reigns in the hearts of all our present parts. 5 Hath no self-love; nor he that loves himself,

Away, for

relief! and we will live

your Hath not essentially, but by circumstance,

To see their day, and them our fortune give : The name of valour. - 0, let the vile world end.

Away, my lord, away!

(Exeunt. [Seeing his dead Father.

SCENE III. And the premised 4 flames of the last day

Fields near Saint Alban's. Knit earth and heaven together!

Alarum: Retreat. Flourish; then enter YORK, Now let the general trumpet blow his blast,

RICHARD PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, and Soldiers, Particularities and petty sounds

with Drum and Colours. To cease! — Wast thou ordain'd, dear father, To lose thy youth in peace, and to achieve

York. Of Salisbury, who can report of him; The silver livery of advised age ;

That winter lion, who, in rage, forgets And in thy reverence, and thy chair-days, thus

Aged contusions and all brush of time 6; To die in ruffian battle ? — Even at this sight,

And, like a gallant in the brow of youth,
My heart is turn'd to stone; and, while 'tis mine,

Repairs him with occasion ? this happy day
It shall be stony,
York not our old men spares ;

Is not itself, nor have we won one foot,
No more will I their babes : tears virginal

If Salisbury be lost.

Rich. Shall be to me even as the dew to fire;

My noble father, And beauty, that the tyrant oft reclaims,

Three times to-day I holp him to his horse, Shall to my flaming wrath be oil and flax.

Three times bestrid him, thrice I led him off, Henceforth, I will not have to do with pity :

Persuaded him from any further act : Meet I an infant of the house of York,

But still, where danger was, still there I met liim; Into as many gobbets will I cut it,

And like rich hangings in a homely house, As wild Medea young Absyrtus did :

So was his will in his old feeble body. In cruelty will I seek out my fame.

But, noble as he is, look, where he comes. Come, thou new ruin of old Clifford's house;

Enter SALISBURY. [Taking up the Body. As did Æneas old Anchises bear,

Sal. Now, by my sword, well hast thou fought So bear I thee upon my manly shoulders;

to-day; But then Æneas bare a living load,

By the mass, so did we all. - I thank you, Richard : Nothing so heavy as these woes of mine. [Erit. God knows, how long it is I have to live ;

And it hath pleas'd him, that three times to-day Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET and SOMERSET, You have defended me from imminent death. fighting, and SOMERSET is killed.

Well, lords, we have not got that which we have Rich. So, lie thou there;

'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled, For, underneath an alehouse' paltry sign,

Being opposites of such repairing nature. 9 The Castle in Saint Alban's, Somerset

York. I know, our safety is to follow them ; Hath made the wizard famous in his death.

For, as I hear, the king is fled to London,
Sword, hold thy temper: heart, be wrathful still : To call a present court of parliament.
Priests pray for enemies, but princes kill. [E.xit. Let us pursue him, ere the writs go forth: -
Alarums: Excursions. Enter King HENRY, QUEEN

What says lord Warwick ? shall we after them s
MARGARET, and others, retreating.

War. After them! nay, before them, if we can. Q. Mar. Away, my lord ! you are slow; for Saint Ålban's battle, won by famous York,

Now by my faith, lords, 'twas a glorious day: shame, away!

Shall be eterniz'd in all age to come. — K. Hen. Can we outrun the heavens? good Mar- Sound, drums and trumpets : — and to London all:

garet, stay. Q. Mar. What are you made of ? you'll not fight, And more such days as these to us befall! (Exeunt. nor fly:

5 For parties. sie. The gradual detrition of time. Now is it manhood, wisdom, and defence,

71.e. The height of youth; the brow of a hill is its summit

8 i.e. We have not secured that which we have acquired. 3 A dreadful wager, a tremendous stake.

91. e. Being

enemies that are likely so soon to rally and re. 4 Sent before their time,

cover themselves from this defeat.

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