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North. The king of heaven forbid, our lord , Or shall we play the wantons with our woes, the king.

And make some pretty match with shedding Should so with civil and uncivil arms

tears? Be rush'd upon! Thy thrice-noble cousin, As thus:-To drop them still upon one place, Harry Bolingbroke, doth humbly kiss thy hand; Till the ave freited us a pair of graves And by the honourable tomb he swears, Within the earth; and, therein laid,-There lies That stands upon thy royal grandsire's bones; Two kinsmen, digg'd their graces with uceping And by the royalties of both your bloods,

eyes? Currents that spring from one most gracious Would not this ill do well ?-Well, well, I see head;

I talk but idly, and you mock at me.And by the buried hand of warlike Gaunt; Most mighty prince, iny lord Northumberland, And by the worth and honour of himself, What says king Bolingbroke? will his majesty Comprising all that may be sworn or said, - Give Richard leave to live till Richard die? His coming hither hath no further scope, You make a leg,* and Bolingbroke says--ar: Than for his lineal royalties, and to beg

North. My lord, in the baset court he doth Enfranchisement immediate on his knees:


[down! Which on thy royal party granted once, To speak with you; may't please you to come His glittering arms he will commend* to rust, K: Rich. Down, down, I come; like glisterHis barbed steeds to stables, and his heart

ing Phaeton, To faithful service of your majesty.

Wanting the manage of unruly jades. This swears he, as he is a prince, is just;

(North. retires to BOLING. And, as I am a gentleman, I credit him. In the base court? "Base court, where kings K. Rich. Northumberland, say,--thus the

grow base, king returns;

To come at traitors' calls, and do them grace. His noble cousin is right welcome hither; In the base court? Come down? Down, court! And all the number of his fair demands

down, king! Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction : For night-owls shriek, where mounting larks With all the gracious utterance thou hast

should sing.

[Ereunt, from above. Speak to his gentle hearing kind commends.- Boling. What says his majesty? We do debase ourself, cousin, do we not, North. Sorrow and grief of heart

[TO AUMERLE. Makes him speak fondly, i like a frantic man: To look so poorly, and to speak so fair? Yet he is come. Shall we call back Northumberland, and send Defiance to the traitor, and so die?

Enter King RICHARD, and his Attendants, Aum. No, good my lord; let's fight with gen

below. tle words,

Boling. Stand all apart, Till time lend friends, and friends their help. And show fair duty to his majesty: ful swords.

My gracious lord,

[Kneeling. K. Rich. O God! O God! that e'er this

K. Rich. Fair cousin, you debase your tongue of mine,

princely knee, That laid the sentence of dread banisliment

To make the base earth proud with kissing it: On yon proud man, should take it off again With words of sooth!+ 0, that I were as great Than my unpleas'd eye see your courtesy.

Me rather had, my heart might feel your love, As is my grief, or lesser than my name!

Up, cousin, up; your heart is up, I know, Or that I could forget what I have been !

Thus high at least, ( Touching his own head. Or not remember what I must be now!

although your knee be low. Swell'st tbou, proud heart? I'll give thee scope Boling. My gracious lord, I come but for to beat,

mine own. Since foes have scope to beat both thee and me.

K. Rich. Your own is yours, and I am yours, Aum. Northumberland comes back from Bo

and all. lingbroke.

Boling. So far be mine, my most redoubted K. Rich. What must the king do now? Must lord, he submit?

As my true service shall deserve your lore. The king shall do it. Must he be depos'a ?

K. Rich. Well you deserve :- They well de. The king shall be contented: Must he lose

serve to have, The name of king? o'God's name, let it That know the strong'st and surest way to I'll give my jewels, for a set of beads;

Uncle, give me your hand: nay, dry your eyes; My gorgeous palace, for a hermitage;

Tears show their love, but want their remeMy gay apparel, for an alms-man's gown;

dies.My figur'd goblets, for a dish of wood;

Cousin, I am too young to be your father,
My sceptre, for a palmer's walking-staff;

Though you are old enough to be my heir.
My subjects, for a pair of carved saints;
And my large kingdom for a little grave,

What you will have, I'll give, and willing too;

For do we must, what force will have us do.-A little little grave, an obscure grave: Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, [feet

Set on towards London :--Cousin, is it so?

Boling. Yea, my good lord. Some way of common trade, where subjects' K. Rich. Then I must not say, no. May hourly trample on their sovereign's head: For on my heart ihey tread, now whilst I live; And, buried once, why not upon my head ?- SCENE IV.--Langley.-- The Duke of York's Aumerle, thou weep'st; My tender-hearted

cousin !

Enter the Queen, and two LADIES.
We'll make foul weather with despised tears ;
Our sighs, and they, shall lodge ihe summer

Queen. What sport shall we devise bere in

this garden, corn, And make a dearth in this revolting land.

To drive away the leary thought of care?

1 Lady. Madam, we'll play at bowls.
* Commit.
† Sofnces.

# A bow

+ Lower.



[Flourish. Ereunt.

| Foolishly.

thou weep.

Queen. "Twill make me think,

Had he done so to great and growing men, The world is full of rubs, and that my fortune They might have lii'd to bear, and he to taste Runs 'gainst the bias,

Their fruits of duty. All superfluous branches 1 Lady. Madam, we will dance.

We lop away, that bearing boughs may live: Queen. My legs can keep no measure in de- Had he done so, himself had borne the crown, light,

[grief : Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown When my poor heart no measure keeps in

down. Therefore, no dancing, girl ; some other sport. 1 Serv. What, think you then, the king shall 1 Ludy. Madam, we'll tell tales.

be depos'd; Queen. Of sorrow, or of joy?

Gard. Depress'd he is already; and depos'd, 1 Lady. Of either, madam.

'Tis doubt,* he will be ; Letters came last Queen. Of neither, girl :

night For if of joy, being altogether wanting, To a dear friend of the good duke of York's, It doth remember me the more of sorrow; That tell black tidings. Or if of grief, being altogether had,

Queen. O, I am press'd to death, It adds more sorrow to my want of joy: Through want of speaking!--Thou, old Adam's For what I have, I need not to repeat ;

likeness, (Coming from her conceulment. And what I want, it bootst not to complain. Set to dress this garden, how dares 1 Lady. Madam, I'll sing.

Thy harsh-rude tongue sound this unpleasing Queen. 'Tis well, that thou hast cause ;

news? But thou should'st please me better, would'st What Eve, what serpent hath suggested thee

To make a second fall of cursed man? 1 Lady. I could weep, madam, would it do Why dost thou say, king Richard is depos’d? you good.

Dar'st thou, thou little better thing than earth, Queen. And I could weep, would weeping Divine his downfal ? Say, where, when, and do me good,


[wretch. And never borrow any tear of thee.

Cam’st thou by these ill tidings? speak, thou But stay, here come the gardeners :

Gard. Pardon me, madam: little joy have I, Let's step into the shadow of these trees.- To breathe this news; yet, what I say, is true. Enter a Gardener, and two Servants.

King Richard, he is in the mighty hold

Of Boling broke; their fortunes both are My wretchedness unto a row of pins,

weigh’d: They'll talk of state ; for every one doth so In your lord's scale is nothing but himself, Against a change: Woe is forerun with woe. And some few vanities that make him light;

[Queen and LADIES retire. But in the balance of great Bolingbruke, Gard. Go, bind thou up yon' dangling apri- Besides himself, are all the English peers, cocks,

And with that odds he weighs king Richard Which, like unruly children, make their sire

down. Stoop with oppression of their prodigal weight; Post you to London, and you'll find it so ; Give some supportance to the bending twigs. I speak no more than every one doth know. Go thou, and like an executioner,

Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light Cut off the heads of too-fast-growing sprays,

of foot, That look too lofty in our commonwealth:

Doth not thy embassage belong to me, All must be even in our government.

And am I last that knows it? (, thou think'st You thus employ'd, I will go root away

To serve me last, that I may longest keep The noisome weeds, that without profit suck Thy sorrow in my breast.-Come, ladies, go, The soil's fertility from wholesome fiowers. To meet at London London's king in woe.1 Serv. Why, should we, in the compass of what, was I born to this! that my sad look a pale,t

Should grace the triumph of great BolingKeep law, and form, and due proportion,

broke?Showing, as in a model, our firm estate ? Gardener, for telling me this news of woe, When onr sea-walled garden, the whole land, I would, the plants thou graft'st, may never Is full of weeds; her fairest flowers chok'd up,

grow. (Exeunt QUEEN and LADIES, Her fruit-trees all unprun'd, her hedges ruin'd, Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state might Her knotsø disorder'd, and her wholesome

be no worse, Swarming with caterpillars?

[herbs I would, my skill were subject to thy curse.Gard. Hold thy peace :.

Here did she drop a tear; here, in this place, He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd spring, I'll set a bank of rue, sour herb of grace: Hath now himself met with the fall of leat: Rue, even for ruth,t here shortly shall be seen, The weeds that his broad-spreading leaves In the remembrance of a weeping queen. did shelter,

[Exeunt. That seem'd in eating him to hold him up,

ACT IV. Are pluck'd up, root and all, by Bolingbroke; I mean, the earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green. SCENE I.-London.- Westminster Hall. 1 Serv. What, are they dead?

The Lords spiritual on the right side of the Throne ; Gurd. They are ; and Bolingbroke

the Lords temporal on the left; the Commons Hath seiz'd the wasteful king:-Oh! What belou. Enter BOLINGBROKE, AUMERLE, SURpity is it,

(land, REY, NORTHUMBERLAND,Percy,Fitzwater, That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his

another LORD, Bishop of CARLISLE, Abbot of As we this garden! We at time of year

WESTMINSTER, and Attendants. Officers beDo wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees; hind, with Bagot. Lest, being over-proud with sap and blood, With too much riches it confound itself:

Boling. Call forth Bagot:

Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind; * A weight fixed on one side of the bowl which turns it What thou dost know of noble Gloster's death; from the straight line. † Profits. Inclosure. Figures planted in box.

* No doubt.

+ Pity.

it up

Who wrought it with the king, and who per- Fitz. My lord, 'tis true: you were in presence form'd

then; The bloody office of his timeless* end.

And you can witness with me, this is true, Bagot. Then set before my face the lord Au- Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself merle.

is true. Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon Fitz. Surrey, thou liest. that mari.

Surrey. Dishonourable boy! Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know your dar- That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword, ing tongue

That it shall render vengeance and revenge, Scorps to unsay what once it hath deliver'd. Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lie In that dead time when Gloster's death was In earth as quiet as thy father's scull. plotted,

In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn; I heard you say,- Is not my arm of length, Engage it to the trial if thou dar'st. That reucheth from the restfül English court Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward As far as Culais, to my uncle's head ?

horse! Amongst much other talk, that very time, If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live, I heard you say, that you had rather refuse I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness, The offer of a hundred thousand crowns, And spit upon him, whilst I say, he lies, Than Bolingbroke's return to England; And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith, Adding withal, how blest this land would be, To tie thee to my strong correction.In this your cousin's death.

As I intend to thrive in this new world, Aum. Princes, and noble lords,

Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal : What answer shall I make to this base man? Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say, Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars, That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men On equal terms to give him chastisement? To execute the noble duke at Calais. Either I must or have mine honour soil'd

Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a With the attainder of his sland'rons lips.

gage, There is my gage, the manual seal of death, That Norfolk'lies: here do I throw down this, That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest, If he may be repeal'd to try his honour. And will maintain, what thou hast said, is Boling. These differences shall all rest under false,

gage, In thy heart-blood, though being all too base Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeal'd he shall be, To stain the temper of my knightly sword. And, though mine enemy, restor'd again Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take To all his land and signories; when he's re

turn’d, Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial. best

Car. That honourable day shall ne'er be In all this presence, that hath mov'd me so.

Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathies, Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine: For Jesu Christ; in glorious Christian field By that fair sun' that shows me where thou Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross, stand’st,

[it, Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens: I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak'st And, toild with works of war, retir'd himself That thou wert cause of noble Gloster's death. To Italy; and there, at Venice, gave If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liest; His body to that pleasant country's earth, And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.

Under whose colours he had fought so long. Aum. Thou dar'st not, coward, live to see Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead! that day.

Car. As sure as I live, my lord. Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this Boling. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul hour.

to the bosom Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damn’d to hell for Of good old Abraham “Lords appellants, this.

Your differences shall all rest under gage, Percy. Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as Till we assign you to your days of trial.

true, In this appeal, as thou art all unjust;

Enter York, attended. And, that thou art so, there I throw my gage, York. Great duke of Lancaster, I come to To prove it on thee to the extremest point

thee Of mortal breathing; seize it, if thou dar'st. From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with willing Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off, Adopts thee heir,

and his high sceptre yields And never brandish more revengeful steel To the possession of thy royal hand : Over the glittering helmet of my foe!

Ascend his throne, descending now from him, Lord. I take the earth to the like, forsworn And long live Henry, of that name the fourth! Aumerle;

Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal And spur thee on with full as many lies

As may be holla'd in thy treacherous ear Car. Marry, God forbid !--
From sun to sun: there is my honour's pawn; Worst in this royal presence may I speak,
Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st.

Yet best

beseeming me to speak the truth. Aum. Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll Would God, that any in this noble presence throw at all:

Were enough noble to be upright judge I have a thousand spirits in one breast, Of noble Richard ; then true pobless* would To answer twenty thousand such as you. Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong: Surrey. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember What subject can give sentence on his king? well

And who sits here, that is not Richard's subThe very time Aumerle and you did talk.




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Thieves are not judg’d, but they are by to hear, | Here, on this side, my hand; on that side, Although apparent guilt be seen in them:

thine. And shall the figure of God's majesty, Now is this golden crown like a deep well, His captain, steward, deputy elect,

That owes* iwo buckets filling one another; Anointed, crowned, planted many years, The emptier ever dancing in the air, Be judg'd by subject and inferiur breath, The other down, unseen, and full of water: And he himself not present? 0, forbid it, God, That bucket down, and full of tears, am I, That, in a Christian climate, souls refin'd Drinking my grief, whilst you mount up on Should show so heinous, black, obscene a high. deed!

Boling. I thought you had been willing to I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,

resign. Stirr'd up by heaven thus boldly for his king. K. Rich. My crown, I am; but still my griefs My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king, Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king: You may my glories and my state depose, And if you crown him, let me prophesy, - But not my griefs; still am I king of those. The blood of English shall manure the ground, Boling. Part of your cares you give me with And future ages groan for this fonl act;

your crown. Peace shall go sleep with Turks and Infidels, K. Rich. Your cares set up, do not pluck my And, in this seat of peace, tumultuous wars

cares down, Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind con- My care is loss of care, by old care done; Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny, (found; Your care is--gain of care, by new care won: Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd The cares I give, I have, though given away; The field of Golgotha, and dead men's sculls. They tendt the crown, yet still with me they O, if you rear this house against this house,

stay. It will the woefullest division prove,

Boling. Are you contented to resign the That ever fell upon this cursed earth: Prevent, resist it, let it not be so,

K. Rich. Ay, no;—no, ay;--for I must noLest child, child's children, cry against you

thing be; woe!

Therefore no no, for I resign to thee. North. We'll bave yon argu’d, Sir; and for Now mark me how I will undo myself: your pains,

I give this heavy weight from off my head, Of capital treason we arrest you here:- And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand, My lord of Westminster, be it your charge The pride of kingly sway from out my heart; To keep him safely till his day of trial.- With mine own tears I wash away my balm, May't please you, lords, to grant the common's With mine own hands I give away my crown, suit.

With mine own tongue deny my sacred state, Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common With mine own breath release all duteous view

All pomp and majesty I do forswear; [oaths : He may surrender; so we shall proceed My manors, rents, revenues, I forego; Without suspicion.

My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny: York. I will be his conduct.* [Exit. God pardon all oaths, that are broke to me! Boling. Lords, you that are here under our God keep all vows unbroke, are made to thee! arrest,

[swer:- Make me, that nothing have, with nothing Procure your sureties for your days of an


{chiev’d? Little are we beholden to your love, [To CAR- And thou with all pleas'd, that hast all a

Long may'st thou live in Richard's seat to sit, And little look'd for at your helping hands. And soon lie Richard in an earthly pit!

God save king Henry, unking'd Richard says, Re-enter York, with King RICHARD, and Offi- And send him many years of sunshine days!-cers bearing the Crown, $c.

What more remains ?
K. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a king, North. No more, but that you read
Before I have shook off the regal thoughts

Offering a Paper. Wherewith I reigo'd? I hardly yet have learn’d These accusations, and these grievous crimes, To insinuate, ilatter, bow, and bend my Committed by your person, and your followers, knee:

Against the state and profit of this land; Give sorrow leave a while to tutor me

That, by confessing them, the souls of men To this submission. Yet I well remember May deem that you are worthily depos’d. The favourst of these men: Were they not K. Rich. Must I do so ? and must I ravel mine?

out Did they not sometime cry, all hail! to me? My weav'd-up follies ? Gentle Northumberland, So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve, If thy offences were upon record, Found truth in all, but one; 1, in twelve thou- Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop, sand, none.

To read a lecture of them? If thou would'st, God save the king!-Will no man say, amen? There should'st thou find one heinous article, Am I both priest and clerk? well then, amen. Containing the deposing of a king, God save the king! although I be not he; And cracking the strong warrant of an oath,-, And yet, amen, if heaven do think him me.- Mark'd with a blot, damn’d in the book of To do what service am I sent for hither?

heaven : York. To do that office, of thine own good Nay, all of you, that stand and look upon me, will,

Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait myWhich tired majesty did make thee offer,


(hands, The resignation of thy state and crown Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your To Henry Bolingbroke.

Showing an outward' pity; yet you Pilates K. Rich. Give me the crown :-Here, cousin, Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross, seize the crown;

And water cannot wash away your sin.



# Countenances.

1 Oil of consecration.

* Owns. + Attend.

North. My lord, despatch; read o'er these Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way articles.

How to lament the cause. I'll beg one boon, K. Rich. Mine eyes are full of tears, I can. And then be gone, and trouble you no more. not see:

Shall I obtain it?
And yet salt water blinds them not so much, Boling. Name it, fair cousin.
But they can see a sort* of traitors here.

K. Rich. Fair cousin? Why, I am greater Nay, if I turn mine eyes upon myself,

than a king: I find myself a traitor with the rest:

For, when I was a king, my flatterers For I have given here my soul's consent, Were then but subjects; being now a subject, To undeck the pompous body of a king; I have a king here to my flatterer. Make glory base; and sovereignty, a slave; Being so great, I have no need to beg. Proud majesty, a subject; state, a peasant. Boling. Yet ask. North. My lord,

K. Rich. And shall I have ? K. Rich. No lord of thine, thou haught,t in- Boling. You shall. sulting man,

K. Rich. Then give me leave to go. Nor no man's lord; I have no name, no title, Boling. Whither? No, not that name was given me at the font,- K. Rich. Whither you will, so I were from But 'tis usurp'd:-Alack the heavy day,

your sights. That I have worn so many winters out,

Boling: Go, some of you, convey him to the And know not now what name to call myself!

Tower. O, that I were a mockery king of snow, K. Rich. O, good! Convey ?-Conveyers* Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,

are you all, To melt myself away in water-drops!

That rise thus nimbly by a true king's fall. Good king,-great king, and yet not greatly [Exeunt K. RICHARD, some Lords, and a good,

Guard. An if my word be sterling yet in England, Boling. On Wednesday next, we solemnly Let it command a mirror hither straight;

set down That it may show me what a face I have, Our coronation: lords, prepare yourselves. Since it is bankrupt of his majesty:

(Exeunt all but the ABBOT, Bishop of Boling. Go some of you, and fetch a looking


[Exit an Attendant. Abbot. A woful pageant have we here be. North. Read o'er this paper, while the glass

held. doth come.

Car. The woe's to come; the children yet K. Rich. Fiend! thou torment'st me ere I

unborn come to hell.

Shall feel this day as sharp to them as thorn. · Boling. Urge it no more, my lord Northum- Aum. You holy clergymen, is there no plot berland.

To rid the realm of this pernicious blot? North. The commons will not then be satis- Abbot. Before I freely speak my mind herefied.

You shall not only take the sacrament (in, K. Rich. They shall be satisfied: I'll read To buryt mine intents, but to effect enough,

Whatever I shall happen to devise : When I do see the very book indeed

I see your brows are full of discontent, Where all my sins are writ, and that's-my- Your hearts of sorrow, and your eyes of tears; self.

Come home with me to supper; I will lay

A plot, shall show us all a merry day,
Re-enter Attendunt, with a Glass.

(Exeunt. Give me that glass, and therein will I read.No deeper wrinkles yet? Hath sorrow struck

ACT V. So many blows upon this face of mine,

SCENE 1.-London.-- A Street leading to And made no deeper wounds ?-0, flattering

the Tower. Like to my followers in prosperity, [glass, Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face,

Enter QUEEN, and LADIES. That every day under his household roof

Queen. This way the king will come; this is Did keep ten thousand men? Was this the face,

To Julius Cæsar's ill-erected tower, That, like the sun, did make beholders wink? To whose flint bosom my condemned lord Was this the face, that fac'd so many follies, Is doom'd a prisoner, bý proud Bolingbroke: And was at last out-fac'd by Bolingbroke? Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth A brittle glory shineth in this face:

Have any resting for her true king's queen. As brittle as the glory is the face;

(Dashes the Glass against the ground. Enter King Richard, and Guards.
For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers.-
Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport,- But soft, but see, or rather do not see,
How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face. My fair rose wither: Yet look up; behold;

Boling. The shadow of your 'sorrow hath That you in pity may dissolve to dew,
The shadow of your face.

[destroy'd And wash him fresh again with true-love K. Rich. Say that again.

tears.-The shadow of my sorrow? Ha! let's see :- Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand; 'Tis very true, my grief lies all within; Thou maps of honour; thou king Richard's And these external manners of lament

tomb, Are merely shadows to the unseen grief, And not king Richard; thou most beauteous That swells with silence in the tortur'd soul;


(thee, There lies the substance: and I thank thee, Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg'a in king,

When triumph is become an ale-house guest? For thy great bounty, that not only giv'st

* Jugglers, also robbers. + Conceal.
* Pack,
+ Hanghty
1 Tower of London.

Picture of greatness.

the way

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