No enemy,

my sake. We, that are true lovers, run into Jaq. I thank it. More, I pr’ythee, more. I strange capers; but as all is mortal in nature, can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weazel so is all nature in love mortal in folly. sucks eggs: More, I pr’ythee, more. Ros. Thou speak’st wiser than thou art Ami. My voice is ragged ;* I know I cannot 'ware of.

please you. Touch. Nay, I shall ne'er be 'ware of mine Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do own wit, till I break my shins against it. desire you to sing : Come, more; another stanRos. Jove! Jove! this shepherd's passion za; call you them stanzas ? Is much upon my fashion.

Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques. Touch. And mine ; but it grows something Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they stale with me.

owe me nothing: Will you sing? Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond Ami. More at your request, than to please If he for gold will give us any food; (man, myself. I faint almost to death,

Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll Touch. Holla ; you, clown!

thank you: but that they call compliment, is Ros. Peace, fool : he's not thy kinsman. like the encounter of two dog-apes: and when Cor. Who calls ?

a man thanks me heartily, methinks, I have Touch. Your betters, Sir.

given him a penny, and he renders me the begCor. Else are they very wretched.

garly thanks. Come, sing; and you that will Ros. Peace, I say

not, hold your tongues. Good even to you, friend.

Ami. Well, I'll end the song.-Sirs, cover Cor. And to you, gentle Sir, and to you all. the while; the duke will drink under this tree:

Ros. I pr’ythee, shepherd, if that love, or gold, -he hath been all this day to look you. Can in this desert place buy entertainment, Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid Bring us where we may rest ourselves, and him. He is too dispútablet for my company: feed:

(press'd, I think of as many matters as he; but I give Here's a young maid with travel much op- heaven thanks, and make no boast of them. And faints for succour.

Come, warble, come. Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her,

Song. And wish, for her sake, more than for mine own, My fortunes were more able to relieve her: Who doth ambition shun,[All together here. But I am shepherd to another man,

And loves to live i' the sun, And do not sheer the fleeces that I graze;

Seeking the food he eats,
My master is of churlish disposition,

And pleas'd with what he gets,
And little recks* to find the way to heaven Come hither, come hither, come hither;
By doing deeds of hospitality : [feed,

Here shall he see
Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of
Are now on sale, and at our sheepcote now, But winter and rough weather.
By reason of his absence, there is nothing

That you will feed on: but what is, come see, Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I
And in my voice, most welcome shall you be.' made yesterday in despite of my invention.
Ros. What is he that shall buy his flock and

Ami. And I'll sing it. pasture?

Jaq. Thus it goes : Cor. That young swain that you saw here but

If it do come to pass, erewhile,

Thal any man turn ass, That little cares for buying any thing.

Leaving his wealth and ease, Ros. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,

A stubborn will to please, Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,

Ducdame, ducdàme, ducdàme; And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.

Here will he see, Cel. And we will mend thy wages : I like

Gross fools as he,
this place,

An if he will come to Ami.
And willingly could waste my time in it.
Cor. Assuredly the thing is to be sold:

Ami. What's that ducdàme?
Go with me; if you like, upon report,

Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,

into a circle. I'll go sleep, if I can; if I canI will your very faithful feeder be,

not, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt. And buy it with your gold right suddenly.

Ami. And I'll go seek the duke; his banquet [Eteunt. is prepar'd.

(Ereunt severally. SCENE 1.-The same.

SCENE VI.--The same.
Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others.


Adam. Dear master, I can go no further: 0, Ami. Under the greenwood tree,

I die for food! Here lie I down, and measure WVho loves to lie with me,

out my grave. Farewell, kind master. And tune his merry note

Orl. Why, how now, Adam! no greater Unto the sweet bird's throat,

heart in thee? Live a little ; comfort a little ; Come hither, come hither, come hither;

cheer thyself a little: If this uncouth forest Here shall he sce

yield any thing savage, I will either be food No enemy,

for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit But winter and rough weather.

is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake,

be comfortable; hold death awhile at the arm's Jaq. More, more, I pr'ythee, more. end : I'll here be with thee presently; and if Ami. It will make you melancholy, monsieur I bring thee not something to eat, I'll give thee

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leave to die: but if thou diest before I come, The why is plain as way to parish church : thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said! He, that a fool doth very wisely hit, thou look'st cheerly: and I'll be with thee Doth very foolishly, although he smart, quickly.-Yet thou liest in the bleak air: Come, Not to seem senseless of the bob : if not, I will bear thee to some shelter ; and thou shalt The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any Even by the squand'ring glances of the fool. thing in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam! Invest me in my motley; give me leave

[Exeunt. To speak my mind, and I will through and SCENE VII.-The same.


Cleanse the foul body of the infected world, A table set out.-Enter DUKE senior, AMIENS, If they will patiently receive my medicine. LORDS, and others.

Duke S. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou Duke S. I think he be transform'd into a beast;

wouldst do. For I can no where find him like a man.

Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do, but 1 Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone good? hence;

Duke S. Most mischievouis foul sin, in chid. Here was he merry, hearing of a song.

ing sin : Duke S. If he, compact of jars,* grow mu- For thou thyself hast been a libertine, sical,

As sensual as the brutish sting itself; We shall have shortly discord in the spheres :— And all the embossed sores, and headed evils, Go, seek him; tell him, I would speak with him. That thou with license of free foot hast caught,

Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world. Enter JAQUES.

Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride, 1 Lord. He saves my labour by his own ap- That can therein tax any private party? proach.

Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea, Duke S. Why, how now, monsieur! what a Till that the very very means do ebb? life is this,

(pany? What woman in the city do I name, That your poor friends must woo your com- When that I say, The city-woman bears What! you look merrily.

The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders ? Jaq. A fool, a fool!

-I met a fool i'the Who can come in, and say, that I mean her, A motley fool;-a miserable world !— [forest, When such a one as she, such is her neighAs I do live by food, I met a fool ;

Or what is he of basest function, (bour : Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, That says, his bravery* is not on my cost, And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms, (Thinking that I mean him,) but therein suits In good set terms,--and yet a motley fool. His folly to the mettle of my speech? Good-morrow fool, quoth I: No, Sir, quoth he, There then; How, what then? Let me see Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune:

wherein And then he drew a dial from his poke; My tongue hath wrong‘d him: if it dohim right, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,

Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free, Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock :

Why then, my taxing like a wild goose flies, Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags:

Unclaim'd of any man.- -But who comes here? 'Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine;

Enter ORLANDO, with his sword drawn. And after an hour more, 'twill be eleven;

Orl. Forbear, and eat no more. And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet. And then, from hour to hour, we rot, and rot, Ori. Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv'a. And thereby hangs a tale. When I did hear Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of? The motley fool thus moral on the time,

Dúke S. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,

distress; That fools should be so deep-contemplative; Or else a rude despiser of good manners, And I did laugh, sans intermission,

That in civility thou seem'st so enipty? An hour by his dial. -O noble fool!

Orl. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear,t

point Duke S. What fool is this?

Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Jaq. O worthy fool !-One that hath been a Of smooth civility, yet am I inland bred,t courtier;

And know some nurture: | But forbear, I say; And says, if ladies be but young, and fair, He dies, that touches any of this fruit, They have the gift to know it: and in his brain, Till I and my affairs are answered. Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit Jaq. An you will not be answered with reaAfter a voyage,-he hath strange places I must die.

[son, cramm's

Duke S. What would you have? Your genWith observation, the which he vents

tleness shall force, In mangled forms :-0, that I were a fool ! More than your force move us to gentleness. I am ambitious for a motley coat.

Orl. I almost die for food, and let me have it. Duke S. Thou shalt have one.

Duke S. Sit down and feed, and welcome to Jaq. It is my only suit;

our table. Provided that you weed your betterjudgements Orl. Speak you so gently? Pardon me,

I Of all opinion that grows rank in them,

pray you: That I am wise. I must have liberty I thought, that all things had been savage here; Withal, as large a charter as the wind, And therefore put I on the countenance To blow on whom I please ; for so fools have : Of stern commandment: But whate'er you are. And they that are most galled with my folly, That in this desert inaccessible, They most must laugh: And, why, Sir, must Under the shade of melancholy boughs, they so?

Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time

If ever you have look'd on better days; *Made up of discords. The fool was anciently dressed in a party-co'oured coat.

+ Well brought up. Good manners

* Finery

Ifever been where bells have knoll'd to church,

'AMIENs sings. If ever sat at any good man's feast ;

SONG. If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear,

1. And know what 'tis to pity, and be pitied ; Let gentleness my strong enforcement be:

Blow, blow, thou winter wind In the which hope, I blush, and hide my sword.

Thou art not so unkind* Duke S. True is it that we have seen better

As man's ingratitude ; days;

Thy tooth is not so keen, And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church;

Because thou art not seen, And sat at good men's feasts; and wip'd our

Although thy breath be rude. eyes

Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly: Or drops that sacred pity hath engender*d: Most

friendship is feigning.most loving mere folly; And therefore sit you down in gentleness,

Then heigh, ho, the holly! And take upon command what help we have,

This life is most jolly. That to your wanting may be ministered.

II. Orl. Then, but forbear your food a little

Frecze, freeze, thou bitter sky, while,

That dost not bite so nigh Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawr,

As benefits forgot : And give it food. There is an old poor man,

Though thou the waters warp, Who after me hath many a weary step

Thy sting is not so sharp
Limp'd in pure love; till he be first suffic'd, -

As friend remember'dt not.
Oppress'd with two great evils, age and hun- Heigh, ho? sing heigh, ho ! &c.
I will not touch a bit.

(ger,Duke S. Go find him out,

Duke S. If that you were the good Sir Row. land's son,

And we will nothing waste till you return. Orl. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your Ag you have whisper'd faithfully, you were; good comfort!

[Érit. And as mine eye doth his effigies witness Duke S. Thou seest, we are not all alone un Most truly limn’d, and living in your face, This wide and universal theatre [happy :

Be truly welcome hither : I am the duke, Presents more woful pageants than the scene

That lov'd your father: The residue of your Wherein we play in.

fortune, Jaq. All the world's a stage,

Go to my cave and tell me.-Good old man, And all the men and women merely players:

Thou art right welcome as thy master is : They have their exits, and their entrances ;

Support him by the arm.-Give me your hand, And one man in his time plays many parts,'

And let me all your fortunes understand. His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,

[Exeunt. Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms ;

ACT III. And then, the whining school-boy, with his

SCENE I.-A Room in the Palace. satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Enter Duke FREDERICK, OLIVER, Lords, and

Attendants. Unwillingly to school : And then, the lover ; Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Duke F. Not see him since? Sir, Sir, that Made to his mistress' eye-brow: Then, a sol

cannot be:

(pard, But were I not the better part made mercy, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the I should not seek an absent argument Jealous in honour, sudden* and quick in quar. Of my revenge, thou present: But look to it; Seeking the bubble reputation (rel, Find out thy brother, wheresoe'er he is ; Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living, justice;

Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd, To seek a living in our territory;

[thine, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call Full of wise saws, and modernt instances, Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands; And so he plays his part: The sixth age shifts Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon ;

Of what we think against thee, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side; Oli. O, that your highness knew my heart in His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide I never lov'd my brother in my life.

(this ! For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Duke F. More villain thou.--Well, push Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

him out of doors ; And whistles in his sound: Last scene of all, And let my officers of such a nature That ends this strange eventful history, Make an extent upon his house and lands: Is second childishness, and mere oblivion; Do this expediently,f and turn him going. Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every

[Exeunt. thing

SCENE II.-The Forest.
Re-enter ORLANDO, with Adam.

Enter ORLANDO, with a paper.
Duke S. Welcome: Set down your venerable

Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my And let him feed.


(survey Ori. I thank you most for him.

And, thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, Adam. So had you need :

With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.


[sway. Duke S. Welcome, fall to:I will not trouble

Thy huntress' name, that my whole life doch you

O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books, As yet to question you about your fortunes:Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing.

And in these barks my thoughts I'll character;

+ Remembering * Violent.

+ Trite. commor.

Seize by legal proces. Experlitinusly.



That every eye, which in this forest looks thee, shallow man! God make incision in thee!

Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. thou art raw.* Run, run, Orlando; carve, on every tree, Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive* she. eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate, envy

(Exit. no man's happiness; glad of other men's good, Enter CORIN and TOUCHSTONE.

content with my harm: and the greatest of my

pride is, to see my ewes graze, and my lambs Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, suck. master Touchstone?

Touch. That is another simple sin in you; to Touch. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, bring the ewes and the rams together, and to it is a good life ; but in respect that it is a offer to get your living by the copulation of shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that cattle: to be bawd to a bell-wether; and to it is solitary, I like it very well; but in re- betray a she-lamb of a twelvemonth, to a spect that it is private, it is a very vile life. crooked-pated, old cuckoldly ram, out of all Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me reasonable match. If thou be'st not damn'd well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is for this, the devil himself will have no sheptedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits herds ; I cannot see else how thou shouldst my humour well; but as there is no more 'scape. plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Cor. Here comes young master Ganymede, Hast any philosopy in thee, shepherd ? my new mistress' brother. Cor. No more, but that I know, the more

Enler Rosalind, reading a paper. one sickens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is

Ros. From the east to western Ind, without three good friends :—That the property No jewel is like Rosalind, of rain is to wet, and fire to burn: That good Her worth, being mounted on the wind, pasture makes fat sheep: and that a great Through all the

world bears Rosalind, cause of the night, is lack of the sun: That All the pictures, fairest lin'd,+ he, that hath learned no wit by nature nor art, Are bui black to Rosalind. may complain of good breeding, or comes of Let no face be kept in mind, a very dull kindred.

But the fairs of Rosalind. Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher.

Touch. I'll rhyme you so, eight years togeWast ever in court, shepherd ?

ther; dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours Cor. No, truly.

excepted: it is the right butter-woman's rank Touch. Then thou art damned.

to market. Cor. Nay, I hope,

Ros. Out, fool! Touch. Truly, thou art damned; like an ill

Touch. For a taste :roasted egg, all on one side. Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.

If a hart do lack a hind, Touch. Why, if thou never wast at court,

Let him seek out Rosalind. thou never saw'st good manners; if thou never

If the cat will after kind, saw'st good manners, then thy manners must

So, be sure, will Rosalind. be wicked ; and wickedness is sin, and sin is

Winter-garments must be lind, damnation: Thou art in a parlous state, shep

So must slender Rosalind. herd.

They that reap, must sheaf and bind; Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: those, that

Then to cart with Rosalind.

Sweetest nut hath sourest rind, are good manners at the court, are as ridicu.

Such a nut is Rosalind. lous in the country, as the behaviour of the

He that sweetest rose will find, country is most mockable at the court. You told me, you salute not at the court, but you

Must find love's prick, and Rosalind. kiss your hands; that courtesy would be un- This is the very false gallop of verses; Why do cleanly, if courtiers were shepherds.

you infect yourself with them. Touch. Instance, briefly; come, instance. Ros. Peace, you dull fool; I found them on

Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes; a tree. and their fells, you know, are greasy.

Touch. Trudy, the tree yields bad fruit. Touch. Why, do not your courtier's hands Ros. I'll graff it with you, and then I shall sweat? and is not the grease of a mutton as graff it with a medlar: then it will be the earwholesome as the sweat of a man? Shallow, liest fruit in the country: for you'll be rotten shallow : A better instance, I say; come. e'er you be half ripe, and that's the right virtue Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.

of the medlar. Touch. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Touch. You have said; but whether wisely, Shallow, again: A more sounder instance, or no, let the forest judge.

Enter CELIA, reading a paper. Cor. And they are often tarr'd over with the surgery of our sheep; and would you have us Ros. Peace! kiss tar? The courtier's hands are perfumed Here comes my sister, reading; stand aside. with civet. Touch. Most shallow man! Thou worms

Cel. Why should this desert silent be.?

For it is unpeopled ? No: meat, in respect of a good piece of Aesh: Indeed !-Learn of the wise, and prepend : Civet

Tongues I'll hang on every tree, is of a baser bírth thản tar; the very uncleanly

That shall civile sayings show. flux of a cat. Mend the instance, shepherd.

Some, how brief the life of man Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll

Runs his erring pilgrimage;

That the stretching of a span, rest. Touch. Wilt thou rest damn'd? God help

Buckles in his sum of age. * Unexperienced.

t Delineatod. * Inexpressible

Complexion, beauty. Grave, solemn.


Some, of violated vows

Cel. So you may put a man in your belly. 'Twixt the souls of friend and friend: Ros. Is he of God's making? What manner But upon the fairest boughs,

of man? Is his head worth a hat, or his chin Or at every sentence' end,

worth a beard? Will I Rosalinda write ;

Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard. Teaching all that read, to know Ros. Why, God will send more, if the man The quintessence of every sprite

will be thankful: let me stay the growth of his Heaven would in little show.

beard, if thou delay me not the knowledge of Therefore heaven nature charg'd his chin. That one body should be fill'd

Cel. It is young Orlando ; that tripp'd up the With all graces wide enlarg'd:

wrestler's heels, and your heart, both in an Nature presently distill’d

instant. Helen's cheek, but not her heart ;

Ros. Nay, but the devil take mocking; speak Cleopatra's majesty;

sad brow, and true maid.*
Atalanta's better part;

Cel. I'faith, coz, 'tis he.
Sad Lucretia's modesty.

Ros. Orlando?
Thus Rosalind, of many parts,

Cel. Orlando.
By heavenly synod was devis'd; Ros. Alas the day! what shall I do with my
Of many faces, eyes, and hearts, doublet and hose? --What did he, when thou

To have the touches* dearest pris'd. saw'st him? What said he? How look'd he?
Heaven would that she these gifts should Wherein went he?What makes he here? Did

And I to live and die her slave. [have, he ask for me? Where remains he? How partRos. O most gentle Jupiter ! --what tedious ed he with thee? and when shalt thou see him homily of love have you wearied your parishion- again? Answer me in one word. ers withal, and never cried, Have patience,

Cel. You must borrow me Garagantua'st good people!

mouth first : 'tis a word too great for any mouth Cel. How now! back friends ;-Shepherd, of this age's size; To say, ay, and no, to these go off a little :-Go with him, sirrah.

particulars, is more than to answer in a cateTouch. Come, shepherd, let us make an ho- chism. nourable retreat; though not with bag and

Ros. But doth he know that I am in this baggage, yet with scrip and scrippage.

forest, and in man's apparel? Looks he as [Ereunt Corin and TOUCHSTONE. freshly as he did the day he wrestled? Cel. Didst thou hear these verses ?

Cel. It is as easy to count atomies, as to reRos. O, yes, I heard them all, and more too; solve the propositions of a lover :- but take a for some of them had in them the more feet than taste of my finding him, and relish it with a the verses would bear.

good observance. I found him under a tree, Cel. That's no matter; the feet might bear like a dropp'd acorn. the verses.

Ros. It may well be called Jove's tree, when Ros. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could it drops forth such fruit. not bear themselves without the verse, and

Cel. Give me audience, good madam. therefore stood lamely in the verse.

Ros. Proceed. Cel. But didst thou hear without wondering

Cel. There lay he, stretched along, like a how thy name should be hanged and carved wounded knight. upon these trees ?

Ros. Though it be pity to see such a sight, it Ros. I was seven of the nine days out of the well becomes the ground. wonder, before you came; for look here what

Cel. Cry, holla! to thy tongue, I pr'ythee; I found on a palm-tree: I was never so be- it curvets very unseasonably. He was fur. rhymed since Pythagoras' time, that I was an nished like a hunter. Irish rat, which I can hardly remember.

Ros. O ominous! he comes to kill my heart. Cel. Trow you, who hath done this?

Cel. I would sing my song without a burden; Ros. Is it a man?

thou bring'st me out of tune. Cel. And a chain, that you once wore, about

Ros. Do you not know I am a woman when his neck: Change you colour?

I think, I must speak. Sweet, say on. Ros. I pr’ythee, who?

Enter ORLANDO and JAQUES. Cel. O lord, lord! it is a hard matter for friends to meet; but mountains may be removed Cel. You bring me out :-Soft! comes he not with earthquakes, and so encounter.

here? Ros. Nay, but who is it?

Ros. 'Tis he; slink by, and note him. Cel. Is it possible?

(CELIA and ROSALIND retire. Ros. Nay, I pray thee now, with most peti Jaq. I thank you for your company; but, tionary vehemence, tell me who it is. good faith, I had as lief have been myself

Cel. O wonderful, wonderful, and most won-alone, derful wonderful, and yet again wonderful,

Orl. And so had l; but yet, for fashion sake, and after that out of all whooping!

I thank you too for your society. Ros. Good my complexion! dost thou think, Jaq. God be with you; let's meet as little as though I am caparison'd like a man, I have a doublet and hose in my disposition? One inch Orl. I do desire we may be better strangers. of delay more is a South-sea off discovery. I Jaq. I pray you, mar no more trees with pr’ythee, tell me, who is it? quickly, and speak writing love-songs in their barks. apace: I would thou couldst stammer, that Orl. I pray you, mar no more of my verses thou might'st pour this concealed man out of with reading them ill-favouredly. thy mouth, as wine comes out of a narrow

Jaq. Rosalind is your love's name? mouth'd bottle; either too much at once, or

Ori. Yes, just. none at all. I pr’ythee take the cork out of Jaq. I do not like her name. hy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings.

Speak seriously and honestly. How was he dressed ? Out of all measure,

we can.


* Tbe riant of Rabelais.


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