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Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower

But, speak, Egeus; is not this the day Hath such force and blessed power. That Hermía should give answer of her choico Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen. Ege. It is, my lond.

Tita. My Oberon! what visions have I seen! The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with Methought, I was enamour'd of an ass.

their horns. Obr. There lies your love. Titu. How came these things to pass ?

Horns, and shout within. DEMETRIUS, LYSAN 0, how mine eyes do loath his visage now!

DER, HERMIA, and HELENA, wake and start Obe. Silence, a while.-Robin, take off this

ир. head.

The. Good-morrow friends. Saint Valentino Titania, music call; and strike more dead

is past; Than common sleep, of all these five the sense. Begin these wood-birds but to couplc now? Tita. Music, bo! music; such as charmeth Lys. Pardon, my lord. sleep.

[He and the rest kneel to THESEUS. Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine The. I pray you all, stand up: own fool's eyes peep.

I know, you are two rival enemies ; Obe. Sound, music. [Still Music.] Come, my How comes this gentle concord in the world,

queen, take hands with me, '[be. That hatred is so far from jealousy, And rock the ground whereon those sleepers To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity ? Now thou and I are new in amity;

Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly, And will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly, Halt 'sleep, half waking : But as yet, I swear, Dance in duke Theseus' house triumphantly, I cannot truly say how I came here: And bless it to all fair posterity :

But, as I think, (for truly would I speak, There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be

And now I do bethink me, so it is ;) Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.

I came with Hermia hither : our intent [be Puck. Fairy king, attend, and mark ; Was, to be gone from Athens, where we might I do hear the morning lark.

Without the peril of the Athenian law. Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad, Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have Trip we after the night's shade:

enough : We the globe can compass soon,

I beg the law, the law upon his head.-. Swifter than the wand'ring moon.

They would have stol'n away, they would, Tita. Come, my lord; and in our flight,

Demetrius, Tell me how it came this night,

Thereby to have defeated you and me : That I sleeping here was found,

You, of your wife; and me, of my consent; With these mortals, on the ground.[Exeunt. Of my consent that she should be your wife. [Horns sound within. Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their

Enter Theseus, HIPPOLYTA, Eceus, and train. Of this their purpose hither to this wood;
The, Go, one of you, find out the forester ;- Fair Helena in fancy* following mc.

And I in fury hither follow'd them;
For now our observation is perform’d:
And since we have the vaward* of the day,

But, my good lord, I wot not by what power, My love shall hear the music of my hounds.- Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now

(But by some power it is,) my love to Hermia Uncouple in the western valley; go : Despatch, I say, and find the forester.

As the remembrance of an idle gawd,t

Which in my childhood I did dote upon :
We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,
And mark the musical confusion
Of hounds and echo in conjunction,

The object, and the pleasure of mine eye,
Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia :

Is only Helena. To her, my lord, once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear But, as in health, come to my natural taste,

But, like in sickness, did I loath this food : With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear

Now do I wish it, love it, long for it,
Such gallant chiding it for, besides the groves, And will for evermore bé true to it.
The skies, the fountains, every region near
Seem'd all one mutual cry : I never heard

The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately me :

Of this discourse we more will hear anon.
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan For in the temple, by and by with us,

Egeus, I will overbear your will; kind, So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are And, for the morning now is something worn,

fhung These couples shall eternally be knit: With ears that sweep

away the morning dew; Our purpos’d hunting shall be set aside. Crook-knee'd, and dew-lap'd like Thessalian Away, with us, to Athens : Three and three,

[bells, Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like

We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.Each under each. A cry more tunable

Come, Hippolyta. Was never holla’d to, nor cheer'd with horn,

[Exeunt The. HiP. EGE, and train. Io Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:

Dem. These things seem small, and undisJudge, when you hear.-But, soft; what Like fat-off mountains turned into clouds.

tinguishable, nymphs are these ? Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here

Her. Methinks, I see these things with part. And this, Lysander;

this Demetrius is; (asleep: When every thing seems double.
This Helena, old Nedar's Helena :
I wonder of their being here together.

Hel. So methinks :
The rite of May; and, hearing our intent,
The. No doubt, they rose up early to observe And I have found Demetrius like a jewel,

Mine own, and not mine own.
Oame here in grace of our solemnity.-

Dem. It seems to me,


That yet we sleep, we dream.-Do not you * The Bews are the large chaps of a hound.


+ Ting.


ed eye;

• Forepart.

+ Sound.


The duke was here, and bid us follow him? apparel together; good strings to your beards, Her. Yea; and my father.

new ribbons to your pumps ; meet presently Hel. And Hippolyta.

at the palace; every man look o'er his part; Lys. And he did bid us follow to the temple. for, the short and the long is, our play is preDem. Why then, we are awake: let's follow ferred. In any case, let T'hisby have clean him ;

linen; and let' not him, that plays the lion, And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. pare his nails, for they shall hang out for the

(Exeunt. lion's claws. And, most dear actors, eat no As they go out, BOTTOM awakes.

onions, nor garlick, for we are to utter sweet

breath; and I do not doubt, but to hear them Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I say, it is a sweet comedy. No more words: will answer :-my text is, Most fair Pyramus.-- away; go, away.

(Exeunt. Hey, ho !-Peter Quince! Flute, the bellowsmender! Snout, the tinker! Starveling ! God's

ACT V. my life! stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare vision. I have had a SCENE 1.-The sume.-An Apartment in the dream,-past the wit of man to say what dream

Palace of THESEOS, it was: Man is but an ass, if he go about to Enter TheseUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, expound this dream. a Methought was there

Lords, and Attendants. is no man can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I had,-But man is but a Hip. Tis strange, my Theseus, that these patched fool, if he will offer to say what me

lovers speak of. thought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, The. More strange than true. I never may the ear of man hath not seen; man's hand is

believe not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. his heart to report, what my dream was. I Lovers, and madmen, have such seething will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this

brains, dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it More than cool reason ever comprehends. in the latter end of a play, before the duke: The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, Are of imagination all compact :* I shall sing it at her death.

[Exit. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; SCENE II.--Athens.--A Room in Quince's That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, House.

Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: Enter Quince, Flute, Snout, and Star. Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,

to heaven;
Quin. Have you sent to Botton's house? is And, as imagination bodies forth
he come home yet?

The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy 10he is transported.

A local habitation, and a name. thing Flu. If he come not, then the play is mar- Such tricks hath strong imagination; red; It goes not forward, doth it ?

That, if it would but apprehend some joy, Quin. It is not possible: you have not a man It comprehends some bringer of that joy; ia all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but Or, in the night, imagining some fear,

How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear? Flu. No; he hath simply the best wit of any Hip. But all the story of the night told over, handycraft man in Athens.

And all their minds transfigur'd so together, Quin. Yea, and the best person too: and More witnesseth than fancy's images, he is a very paramour, for a sweet voice. And grows to something of great constancy ;

Flu. You must say, paragon: a paramour But, howsoever, strange, and admirable. is, God bless us, a thing of nought.


und Enter SNUG.

HELENA. Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from the temple, and there is two or three lords and

The. Here come the lovers, full of joy anu ladies more married: if our sport had gone Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love

mirth. forward, we had all been made men.

Flu. ( sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he | Accompany your bearts ! lost sixpence a-day during his life; he could

Lys. More than to us

[bed! pot have 'scaped sixpence a-day: an the duke Wait on your royal walks, your board, your had not given him sixpence a-day for playing

The. Come now; what masks, what dauces Pyramus, I'll be hanged; he would have de

shall we have, served it: sixpence a-day, in Pyramus, or no

To wear away this long age of three hours, thing.

Between our atter-supper, and bed time? Enter BOTTOM,

Where is our usual manager of mirth? Bot. Where are these lads ? where are these to ease the anguish of a torturing hour?

What revels are in hand ? Is there no play, hearts?

Call Philostrate.
Quin. Bottom! O most courageous day! Philost. Here, mighty Theseus.
O most happy hour!

The. Say, what abridgmentt have you to Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders :

this evening?

(cuie. but ask me not what; for, if I tell you, I am What mask? what music? How shall we be. no true Athenian. I will tell you every thing, The lazy lime, if not with some delight? right as it fell out.

Philoši. There is a brief,s how many epo:te Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottoni.

are ripe; Bat. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you, is, that the duke hath dided : Get your

* Are made of mere masination. + Stability * l'astme.

Short acrova:


be sung:

Blake choice of which your highness will see The. Let him approach.
(Giving a paper.

[Flourish of trumpeto The. (Reads.] The battle with the Centaurs, to

Enter PROLOGUE. By an Athenian eunuch to the harp:

Prol. If we offend, it is with our good will, Well none of that: that have I told my love, That you should think, we come not to offend, In glory of my kinsmąn Hercules.

But with good will. To show our simple skill, The riot of the tipsy Bacchanuls,

That is the true beginning of our end. Tearing the Thracian singer in their ruge.

Consider then, we come but in despite, That is an old device ; and it was play'd

We do not come as minding to content you, When I from Thebes came last a conqueror.

Our true intent is. All for your delight, (you, The thrice three Muses mourning for the death The actors are at hand; and, by their show,

We are not here. That you should here repent Of learning, late deceas'd in beggury. That is some satire, keen, and critical,

You shall know all, that you are like to knowc. Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.

The. This fellow doth not stand upon points A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus,

Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough And his lore Thisbe ; very tragical mirth.

colt, he knows not the stop. A good moral, my Merry and tragical ? Tedious and brief? lord : It is not enough to speak, but to speak That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange snow.

true. How shall we find the concord of this discord ? Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue, Philost. A play there is, my lord, some ten like a child on a recorder;* a sound, but not words long;

in government. Which is as brief as I have known a play;

The. His speech was like a tangled chain.; But by ten words, my lord, it is too long; nothing impaired, but all disordered. Who is Which makes it tedious : for in all the play,

next? There is not one word apt, one player fitted. And tragical, my noble lord, it is ;

Enter Pyramus und Thisbe, Wall, Mooxsiline, For Pyramus therein doth kill himself.

and LION, as in dumb shou. Which, when I saw rehears’d, I must confess, Prol. “ Gentles, perchance, you wonder at Made mine eyes water ; but more merry tears

this show ;

(plain. The passion of loud laughter never shed. “ But wonder on, till truth make all things The. What are they, that do play it?

“ This man is Pyramus, if you would know; Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in “ This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain. Athens here,

“ This man, with lime and rough-cast, dotla Which never laboured in their minds till now;

present And now have toild their unbreath'd* memories “ Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers With this same play, against your nuptial.

sunder: The. And we will hear it.

" And through wall's chink, poor souls they are Philost. No, my noble lord,

content It is not for you : I have heard it over,

To whisper; at the which let no man And it is nothing, nothing in the world;


[thorn, Unless you can find sport in their intents, “ This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of Extremely stretch’d,' and conn’d with cruel “ Presenteth moonshine: for, if you will To do you service.


know, The. I will hear that play;

“ By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn For never any thing can be amiss,

“ To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to When simpleness and duty tender it. Go, bring them in ;-and take your places, “ This grisly beast, which by name lion hight,+ ladies.

[Exit ParlosTrATE. “The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, Hip: I love not to see wretchedness o'er- " Did scare away, or rather did affright: And duty in his service perishing. [charg'd, “ And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall; The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no “ Which lion vile with bloody mouth did such thing;

stain : Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this “ Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, kind.

“ And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain : The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for " Whereat with blade, with bloody blaneful · nothing.


[breast; Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake: “He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody And what poor duty cannot do,

“ And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade, Noble respect takes it in might, pot merit. “ His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, Where I have come, great clerks have purposed “ Let lion, moonshine, wall, and lovers twain, To greet me with premeditated welcomes; At large discourse, while here they do reWhere I have seen them shiver and look pale,

main.” Make periods in the midst of sentences,

[Exeunt PROLOGUE, THISBE, Lion, and Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears,

MOONSHINE. And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off, The. I wonder, if the lion be to speak. Not paying me a welcome: Trust me, sweet, Dem. No wonder, my lord: one lion anay, Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome; when many asses do. And in the modesty of fearful duty

Wall.In this same interlude, it doth befall, I read as much, as from the rattling tongue “ That I, one Snout by name, present a wall: Of saucy and audacious eloquence.

“ And such a wall, as I would have you think, Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity, " That had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink, Iu least, speak most, to my capacity.

“ Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Enter PHILOSTRATE.

“ Did whisper often very secretly. {Thue by, Philost. So please your grace the prologue is “ This loam, this rough-cast, and this swar addrest.

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" That I am that same wall; the truth is so: men. Here come two noble beasts in, a moon “ And this the cranny is, right and sinister, and a lion, “ Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper."

Enter Lion and MOONSHINE. The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak

Lion. “You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts better?

do fear Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I

“ The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps heard discourse, my lord. The. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence! “ May now, perchance, both quake and trem

on floor, Enter PYRAMUS.

ble here,

“When lion rough in wildest rage doth roat Pyr. " O grim-look'd night! 0 night with

“ Then know, that I, one Snug the joiner, an hue so black! “O night, which ever art, when day is not! “ For if I should as lion come in strife

“ A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam: * O night, 0 night, alack, alack, alack, “ I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!

“ Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.” « And thou, O wall, oʻsweet, O lovely wall,, science.

The. A very gentle beast and of a good con“ That stand'st between her father's ground

Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that and mine;

e'er I saw. “Thou wall, O wall, 0 sweet and lovely wall, “ Show me thy chink, to blink through with

Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour.

The. True; and a goose for his discretion. mine eyne. [WALL holds up his fingers. “ Thanks, courteous wall : Jove shield thee carry his discretion; and the fox carries the

Dem. Not so, my lord: for his valour cannot well for this! " But what see I? No Thisby do I see.


The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry "O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss. “ Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me !" This valour; for the goose

carries not the fox. The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, listen to the moon.

It is well: leave it to his discretion, and let us should curse again.

Moon. “ This lantern doth the horned moon Pyr. No, in truth, Sir, he should not. Deceiving me, is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now,


Dem. He should have worn the horns on his and I am to spy her through the wall. You

head. shall see, it will fall pat as I told you :-Yonder she comes.

The. He is no crescent, and his horns are ip

visible within the circumference. Enter THISBE.

Moon. “ This lantern doth the horned moon This. “ ( wall, full often hast thou heard « Myself the man i'the moon do seem to be.".

present; my moans,

The. This is the greatest error of all the rest: “ For parting my fair Pyramus and me: “ My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones; is it else the man i'the moon ?

the man should be put into the lantern: How Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in

Dem. He dares not come there for the candle: thee.”

for, you see, it is already in snuff.* Pyr. “I see a voice: now will I to the chink,

Hip. I am weary of this moon: Would, he “To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. would change! “ Thisby!” This. "My love! thou art my love, I think.” tion, that he is in the wane: but yet, in cour.

The. It appears, by his small light of discre| Pyr. “ Think what thou wilt, I am thy lov- tesy, in all reason, we must stay the time. “ And like Limander am I trusty still.”

Lys. Proceed, moon. This. “ And I like Helen, till the fates me that the lantern

is the moon; 1, the man in the

Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, kill." Pyr. “ Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true," this dog, iny dog:

moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and This. “ As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you." Pyr. “O, kiss me through the hole of this tern; for they

Dem. Why, all these should be in the lanvile wall.”

re in the moon. But, silence.

here comes Thisbe. This. “ I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all.”

Enter ThisBE. (Pyr. “ Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway?"

This. “ This is old Ninny's tomb: Where is This.“ Tide life, tide death, I come without delay.”

Lion. “OhWall. “ Thus have I, wall, my part discharg

The Lion rours.—THISBE runs of

Dem. Well roared, lion. “ And, being done, thus wall away doth go.” The. Well run, Thisbe.

[Exeunt WALL, PYRAMUS, and Tuisbe. Hip. Well shone, moon.—Truly, the moon The. Now is the mural down between the shines with a good grace. two neighbours.

The. Well moused, lion. Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are [The Lion teurs Thisbe's mantle, and exit. so wilful to hear without warning.

Dem. And so comes Pyramus.
Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard. Lys. And then the moon vanishes.

The. The best in this kind are but shadows: and the worst are no worse, if imagination

Enter PYRAMUS. amend them.

Pyr. “ Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy Hip. It must be your imagination then, and

sunny beams;

(bright: not theirs.

“ I thank thee, moon, for shining now so The. If we imagine no worse of them, than they of themselves, they may pass for excellent)

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For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering “ Since you have shore streams,

“ With shears his thread of silk. 6 I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.

6. Tongue, not a word :“ But stay;– spite!

Come, trusty sword; “ But mark;-Poor knight,

“ Cume, blade, my breast imbrue: 6. What dreadful dole is here?

“ And farewell, friends ;“ Eyes, do you see?

“ Thus Thisby ends : “ How can it be?

Adieu, adieu, adieu."

(Dies. * O dainty duck! O dear!

The. Moonshine, and lion are left to bury “ Thy mantle good,

the dead. “ What, staind with blood ?

Dem. Ay, and wall too. “ Approach, ye furies fell!

Bot. No, I assure you ; the wall is down that O fates! come, come;

parted their fathers. Will it please you to see “ Cut thread and thrum;*

the epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, " Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!?” between two of our company? The. This passion, and the death of a dear The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play Siend, would go near to make a man look sad. needs no excuse. Never excuse; for when the

Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. players are all dead, there need none to be Pyr. “0, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions blamed. Marry, if he that writ it, had play'd frame?

Pyramus, and hanged himself in Thisbe's gar"Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear: ter, it would have been a fine tragedy: and so “ Which is no, no—which was the fairest it is, truly; and very notably discharged. But dame,

come, your Bergomask: let your epilogue That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik’u, that look'd

alone. [Here a dance of Clowns. with cheer.

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:“Come, tears, confound;

Lovers, to bed ; 'tis almost fairy time. “ Out, sword, and wound

I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn, “ The pap of Pyramus:

As much as we this night have overwatch'd. Ay, that left pap,

This palpable-gross play hath well beguild “ Where heart doth hop:

The heavy gait* of night.—Sweet friends, to “ Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.

bed. “ Now am I dead,

A fortnight hold we this solemnity, " Now am I fled;

In nightly revels, and new jollity: [Exeunt. " My soul is in the sky: “ Tongue, lose thy light!

SCENE II.-Enter Puck. “ Moon, take thy flight! " Now die, die, die, die, die.

Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,

And the wolf behowls the moon; (Dies.-Exit Moonshine. Dem. No die, but an ace, for hiin; for he is

Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,

All with weary task fordone.t

Now the wasted brands do glow, Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing.

Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, The. With the help of a surgeon, he might

Puts the wretch, that lies in woe,

In remembrance of a shroud. yet recover, and prove an ass.

Now it is the time of night,
Hip. How chance moonshine is gone, before
Thisbe comes back and finds her lover?

That the graves, all gaping wide,
The. She will find him by star-light.--Here

Every one lets forth his sprite,

In the church-way paths to glide: she comes; and her passion ends the play.

And we fairies, that do run
Enter ThisBE.

By the triple Hecat's team,

From the presence of the sun, Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long

Following darkness like a dream, one, for such a Pyramus: I hope, she will be

Now are frolic; not a mouse brief.

Shall disturb this hallow'd house : Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which

I am sent, with broom, before, Pyramus, which Thisbe, is the better.

To sweep the dust behind the door. Lys. She hath spied him already with those

Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their Train. Dem. And thus she moans, ridelicet. This. Asleep, my love?

Obe. Through this house give glimmering " What, dead, my dove?

By the dead and drowsy lire : (light "O Pyramus, arise,

Every elf, and fairy sprite, “ Speak, speak. Quite dumb ?

Hop as light as bird from brier;

And this ditty, after me, " Dead, dead? A tomb Must cover thy sweet eyes.

Sing and dance it trippingly. “ These lily brows,

Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote; “ This cherry nose,

To each word a warbling note,

Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
" These yellow cowslip cheeks,
Are gone, are gone:

Will we sing, and bless this place.
“ Lovers, make moan!
His eyes were green as leeks.

Song, and Dance.
« () sisters three,

Obe. Now, until the break of day, « Come, come, to me,

Through this house each fairy stray. * With hands as pale as milk ;

To the best bride-bed will we, * Lay them in gore,

Which by us shall blessed be; Coarse yarn. + Destroy. * Countenance.

* Progress

+ Overcas

but one.

sweet eyes.

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