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Rend'ring faint quitlạnce', wearied and out-1 To stormy passion, must perforoe decay.. breath'd,

[down You cast the event of war, my noble lord, To Harry Monmouth; whose swift wrath beat Andsumm’dtheaccountofchance,beforeyou said, The never-daunted Percy to the earth,

Let us make head. It was your pre-surmise, From whence with life he never inore sprung up. 5 That, in the dole of blows your son might drop: In few, his death (whose spirit lent a fire

You knew, he walk'd o'er perils, on an edge Even to the dullest peasant in his camp)

More likely to fall in, than to get o’er: Being bruited once, took fire and heat away You were advis'd his tiesh was capable From the best temper'd courage in his troops: Of wounds, and scars; and that his forward spirit For from his metal was his party steel'd; 110 Would lift him where most trade of danger rang'd; Which once in him abated', all the rest

Yet did you say,--Go forth; and none of this, Turn'd on themselves, like dull and heavy lead. Though strongly apprehended, could restrain And as the thing that's heavy in itself,

The stiff-born action: What hath then befallen, Upon enforcement, flies with greatest speed; Or what hath this bold enterprize brought forth, So did our men, heavy in Hotspur's loss, 115 More than that being which was like to be? Lend to this weight such lightness with their fear, Bard. We all, that are engaged to this loss, That arrows fled not swifter toward their aim, 7 knew that we ventur'd on such dangerous seas, Than did our soldiers, aiming at their safety, I That, if we wrought out life,'twas ten to one: Fly from the field: then was that noble Worcester And yet we ventur'd, for the gain propos'd Too soon ta'en prisoner: and that furious Scot, 20 Choak'd the respect of likely peril fear'd; The bloody Douglas, whose well-labouring sword, And, since we are o'erset, venture again. Had three times slain the appearance of the king: Cuine, we will all put forth ; body, and goods. 'Gan vail his stomach, and did grace the shame Mort. 'Tis more than .uime: And, my most Of those that turn'd their backs; and, in his flight, T noble lord, Stumbling in fear, was took. The sum of all 125 | hear for certain, and do speak the truth, 1s,-that the king hath won; and bath sent out The gentle archbishop of York is up, A speedy power, to encounter you, my lord, With well appointed powers; he is a man, Under the conduct of young Lancaster,

Who with a double surety binds his followers. And Westmoreland: this is the news at full. My lord your son had only but the corps,

North. For this Ishallhavetime enough to mourn. 30 But shadows, and the shews of men, to night;
In poison there is physick; and these news For that same word, rebellion, did divide
Having been well, that would have made me sick, The action of their bodies from their souls;
"Being sick, have in some measure made me well: And they did fight with queasiness, constrain'd,
And as the wretch, whose fever-weaken'd joints, As men drink potions; that their weapons only
Like strengthless hinges, buckle* under lite, 35 Seem'd on our side, but for their spirits and souls
Impatient of his fit, breaks like a fire

This word, rebellion, it had froze them up,
Out of his keeper's arms; even so my limbs, As fish are in a pond: But now the bishop
Weaken'd with grief, being now enrag'd with grief, Turns insurrection to religion:
Are thrice theniselves: hence therefore, thou nice Suppos'd sincere and holy in his thoughts,
crutch;

-40 He's follow'd both with body and with mind; A scaly gauntlet now, with joints of steel,

And doth enlarge his rising with the blood. Must glovethis hand: and hence, thou sickly quoif; of fairking Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret stones: Thou art a guard too wanton for the head, I Derives from heaven his quarrel, and his cause; Which princes, flush'd with conquest, aim to hit. Tells them, be doth bestride a bleeding land', Now bind my brows with iron: And approach 45 Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke; The rugged'st hour that time and spight dare bring, And more and less' do tlock to follow him. To frown upon the enrag'd Northumberland! | North. I knew of this before ; but, to speak Let heaven kiss earth! Now let not nature's hand I truth, Keep the wild flood confin'd! let order die! This present grief had wip'd it from my mind.. And let this world no longer be a stage,

50 Go in with me; and counsel every man To feed contention in a lingering act;

| The aptest way for safety, and revenge: But let one spirit of the first-born Cain

Get posts, and letters, and make friends with speed; Reign in all bosoms, that, each heart being set Never so few, and never yel inore need. (Exe. On bloody courses, the rude scene may end,

SCENE II. And darkwess be the burier of the dead! [miy lord:55

A street in London. Bard. This strained passion doth you wrong, Enter Sir John Falstaff, with his page bearing Sweet earl, divorce not wisdom from your honour.1

his sword and buckler. Mort. The lives of all your loving complices · Ful. Sirrah, you giant! what says the doctor Lean on your health; the which, if you give o'er Ito my water?

'Quittance is return. By faint quittance is meant a fuint return of hlorus. ? j. e, reduced to a lower temper, or, as it is usualiy called, let dozon. i. e. began to fall his courage, to let his spirits sink under bis fortune. *i. é. bend, yield to pressure. The dole of blows is the distribution of blows; dole originally signifying the portion of almıs (consisting either of meat or money) given away at the door of a nobleman. That is, stands over his country to defend her as she lies bleeding on the ground. ?. 6. greater and less.

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Page. Ile said, sir, the water itself was a good! ja horse in Smithfield : If I could get me but a wife healthy water: but, for the party that owed it, hel in the stews, I were mann'd, hors'd, and wiv'd. might have more diseases than he knew for.

Enter the Lord Chief Justice,' and Servants. · Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird' at | Page. Sir, here comes the nobleman that comme: The brain of this foolish-compounded clay, 5 mitted the prince for striking him about Barman, is not able to invent any thing that tends to dolph. Jaughter, more than I invent, orisinvented on me: 1 Fal. Wait close, I will not see him. I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that Ch. Just. What's be that goes there? wit is in other men. I do here walk before thee, Serr. Falstaff, an't please your lordship, like a sow, that hath overwhelmed all her litter 10 Ch. Just. He that was in question for the rob but one. If the prince put thee into my service ery? for any other reason then to set me ott, why then il Serv. He, my lord: but he bath since done have no judgment. Thou whoreson mandrake, good service at Shrewsbury; and, as I hear, is thou art titter to be worn in my cap, than to wait now going with some charge to the lord John of at iny heels. I was never mann'd with an agate 15 Lancaster. Prill now: but I will neither set you in gold nor | Ch. Just. What, to York? Call him back silver, but in vile apparel, and send you back again lagain. to your master, for a jewel; the juvenal,' the Serr. Sir John Falstaff! prince your master, whose chin is not yet fiedg'd. Ful. Bov, tell bim I am deaf. I will sooner have a beard grow in the palm of my 20. Page. You must speak louder, my master is hand, than he shall get one on his cheek; yet liel Ideaf. will not stick to say, his face is a face-royal. Hea- 1 Ch. Just. I am sure he is, to the hearing of any ven may tinish it when he will, it is not a lair thing good. - Go, pluck him by the elbow; I ainiss yet: he may keep it still as a face-loyal, for must speak with him. a barber shall never earn sixpence out of it'; and 25 Serr. Sir John, yet he will be crowing, as if he had writ man ever Fal. What! a young knave, and beg! Is there since his father was a batchelor, lle may keep his not wars? is thire not employment Doth not own grace, but he is almost out of mine, I can as the king lack subjects? do not the rebels want surehim - What said master Dombledon about soldiers? Though it be a shame to be on any side the sattin for my short cloak, and slops?

30/but one, it is a worse shame to beg than to be on Paige. He said, sir, you should procure him bet- the worst side, were it worse than the name of ter assurance than Bardolph: he would not take rebellion can tell how to make it. his bond and yours; he lik'd not the security. I Serv. You mistake me, sir.

Fal. Let him be damu'd like the glutton: may Fal. Why, sir, aid I say you were an honest his top gue be hotter!-A whoreson Achitophel! 35lman? Setting my knighthood and my soldiership a rascaliv yea-forsooth knave! to bear a gentle- aside, I had lied in my throat if I had said so. manin händ', and then stand upon security! - The Serr. I pray yo:), sir, then set your knighthood whoreson smooth-pates do now wear nothing but and your soldiership aside; and give me leave to high shoes, and bunches of keys at their girdles; tell you, you lie in your throat, if you say I am aused if a' inan is thorough with them' in honest 40 any other than an honest man. Uking up, then they must stand upon-security. Il | Fal. I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside badlaslief they would put ratsbane in my mouth, that which grows to me! If thou get'st any leave as offer to stop it with security. I look'd he should of me, hang me; if thou tak'st leave, thou wert diave sent me two-and-twenty yards of sattin, as I better be hang'd: You hunt-counter, hence! am a true knight, and he sends me security. Well, 45 avaunt! die may sleep in security; for he hath the horn of Serr. Sir, my lord would speak with you. abundance, and the lightness of his wife shines | Ch. Just. Sir Johu Falstail, a word with you. hough it and yet cannot he see, though he have | Ful. My good lord !-Gud give your lordship bii, own lanthorn to light him. Where's good time of day. I am glad to see your lordship Bridolph?

150 abroad: I heard say your lordship was sick: I Piige. He's gone into Smithfield to buy your hope, your lordship goes alıroad by advice. Your wornip a horse.

lordslup, though not clean past your youth, hath Tul. I bought him in Paul's®, and he'll buy mel yet some smach of age in yoa, sonie relish of the

di. e. to gibe. ? Mandrake is a root supposed to have the shape of a man. That is, I never {refore had an agate for my man. Our author alludes to the little figures cut in agules and other liard stones, for seals; and therefore l'alstaff says, I will set you noither in gold nor silour. ^i. e. the young man. Mr. Steevens thinks,“ this quibbling allusion is to the English real, riál, or royal; and that the poet seems to mean, that a barber can no more earn sixpence by his face-royal, than by the face stamped on the coin called a royal; the one requiring as little shaving as the other." That is, to keep a gentleman in expectation. To be thorough seems to be the same with the present phrase to die in with (in debt) a tradesman. At that time the resort of idle people, chcats, and knights of tive post. This judge was Sir William Gascoigne, chief justice of the king's-bench. He died December, 17, 1413, and was buried in Harwood church, i Yorkshire. That is, blunderer.

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saltness of time; and I most humbly beseech your Fal. To wake a wolf, is as bad as to smell a fox. lordship, to have a reverent care of your health. Ch. Just. What ! you are as a candle, the bet

Ch. Just. Sir John, I sent for you before youil ter part burnt out. expedition to Shrewsbury.

tal. A wassel- candle, my lord; all tallow: Fal. If it please your lordship, I hear his ma-l 5 but it I did say of wax, my growth would approve jesty is return'd with some discomfort from Wales. the truth.

Ch. Just. I talk not of his majesty You | Ch. Just. There is not a white hair on your face, would not come when I sent for you.

I but should have his effect of gravity. . Fal. And I hear moreover, his highness is fallen | Ful. His eflect of gravy, gravy, gravy. into this same whoreson apoplexy.

Ch. Just. You follow the young prince up and Ch. Just. Well, heaven mend him! I pray, let dowu, like his ill angel. " me speak with you.

Fal. Not so, my lord; your ill angel is light; Fal. This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of but, I hope, he that looks upon me, will take me lethargy, an't please your lordship; a kind oil without weighing: and yet, in some respects, I sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling. lus grant, I cannot go, I cannot tell': Virtue is of so

Ch. Just. What tell you me of it? be it as it is. 1 little regard in these coster-monger times, that

Fal. It hath its original froin much griet; from true valour is turn'd bcar-herd; Pregnancyi is study, and pertubation of the brain : I have read made a tapster, and hath his quick wit wasted in the cause of his effects in Galen; it is a kind of giving reckonings: all the other gifts appertinent deafness.

120 to man, as the malice of this age shapes them, are Ch. Just. I think you are fallen into the disease;l not worth a gooseberry. You, that are old, confor you hear not what I say to you.

1 sider not the capacities of us that are young; you Ful. Very well, my lord, very well: rather, measure the heat of our livers with the bitterness an't please you, it is the disease of not listening, the of your galls : and we that are in the vavard of malady of not marking, that I am troubled withal. 25 our youth, I must confess, are wags too.

Ch. Just. To punish you by the heels, would Ch. Just. Do you set down your name in the amend the attention of your ears; and I care not scrowl of youth, that are written down old with if I do become your physician.

all the characters of age? Have you not a moist Ful. I am as poor as Job, my lord; but not so leye? a dry hand? a yellow check? a white patient: your lordship may minister the potion of 30 beard? a decreasing leg? an increasing belly? Is imprisonment to me, in respect of poverty ; but not your voice broken? your wind short? your bow I should be vour patient to follow your pre- chin double your wit single? and every part scriptions, the wise may make some dram of al about you blasied with antiquityo? and will you scruple, or, indeed, a scruple itself.

\vet call yourself young? lie, tie, tie, Sir Ch. Just. I sent tor you, when there were mat-35 John! ters against you for your life, to come speak with ltal. My lord, I was born about three of the

clock in the afternoon, with a white head, and Ful. As I was then advised by my learned coun- something a round belly. For my voice,I have sel in the laws of this land-service, i did not comie. lost it with hallowing and singing of anthems. To

Ch. Just. Well, the truth is, Sir John, you live 40 approve my youth further, I will not: the truth in great infumy.

lis, I am oniy old in judgment and understanding; Fal. Ile that buckles him in my belt, cannot and he that will caper with me for thousand live in less.

marks, let him lend me the money, and have at Ch. Just. Your means are very slender, and your hin. For the box o' the ear that the prince gave waste great.

as you,- he gave it like a rude prince, and you took Pul. I would it were otherwise; I would my it like a sensible lord. I have check'd him for it; means were greater, and my waist slenderer. I and the young lion repents: marry, not in ashes, · Ch. Just. You have mis-led the youthful prince and sack-cloth; but in new silk, and old sack.

Fal. The young prince hath mis-led me: Tam Ch. Just. Well, heaven send the prince a better the fellow with the great belly, and he my dog'. 50 companion!

Ch. Just. Well, I am loth io gall a new-heai'd | Bul. Heaven send the companion a better wound; your day's service at Shrewsbury hath a prince! I camot rid my hands of him. little gilded over your night's exploit on Gads-bill: Ch. Just. Well, the king hath sever'd you and you may thank the unquiet time for your quietl prince Harry: I hear, you are going with lord o'er-posting that action.

155 John of Lancaster, against the archbishop, and the Ful. My lord?

| Jarl of Northumberland, Ch. Just. But since all is well, keep it so: wake Ful. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for not a sleeping wolf.

1 lit. But look you, pray, all you that kiss my lady i Dr. Johnson says, he does not understand this joke; that dogs lead the blind, but why does a dog lead the fat? To which Dr. Farmerrjeplies, “ If the rellou's great Belly prevented him from seeing his way, he would want a dog, as well as a blind man.” ? A wassel candle is a large candle lighted up at a feast. Meaning, I cannot pass current. That is, in these times, when the prevalence of trade has produced that meanness that rates the meritofevery thing by money. A coster nonser is a costard-monger, a dealer in apples, called by that name, because they are shaped like a costard, i.e. a man's head. Pregnancy is readiness. i. e. old age.

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peace at honie, that our armies join not in a hot! (Upon the power and puissance of the king. day; for, by the Lord, I take but two shirts out Hast. Our present musters grow upon the Ele with me, and I mean not to sweat extraordinarily : To tive and twenty thousand men of choice; if it be a hot day, an I brandish any thing but my! And our supplies live largely in the hope bottle, I would I might never spit white again. 5 Of great Northumberland, whose bosom burns

There is not a dangerous action can peep out his With an incensed fire of injuries. head, but I am thrust upon it: Well, I cannot | Bard. The question then, lord Hastings, standlast ever : But it was always yet the trick of our

eth tbus ;English nation, if they have a good thing, to make Whether our present five and twenty thousand it too common. If you will needs say, I am an 10 May hold up head without Northumberland. old nan, ynu should give merest. I would to God, i Hast. With him, we may. niy name were not so terrible to the enemy as it Bard. Ay, marry, there's the point; is. I were better to be eaten to death with a rust, But if without him we be thought too feeble, than to be scour'd to nothing with perpetual My judgment is, we should not step too far motion.

115|Till we had his assistance by the hand: Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; And For, in a theme so bloody-fác'd as this, heaven bless your expedition !

Conjecture, expectation, and surmise Fal. Will your lorilship lend me a thousand JOf aids uncertain, should not be admitted. pound to furnish me forth:

York. 'Tis very true, lord Bardolph; for, indeed, Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny; you are 20 It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury. too impatient to bear crosses. Fare you well : | Burd. It was, my lord; who lin'd himself with Commend me to my cousin Westmoreland. [Exit.

hope, Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man bee- Eating the air on promise of supply, tle'.-A man can no more separate age and co- Flattering himself with project of a power vetousness, than he can part young linibs and le-25 Much smaller than the smallest of his thoughts: chery: but the gout gails the one, and the pox And so, with great imagination, pinches the other; and so both the degrees pre- Proper to madmen, led his powers to death, venti my curses.—Boy!

And, winking, leap'd into destruction. Page. Sir?

Hlust. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt, Fal. What money is in my purse?

30 To lay down likelihoods, and forins of hope. Page. Seven groats and two-pence.

| Bard. Yes, in this present quality of war, Fal. I can get no remedy against this consump- Indeed of instant action: A cause on foot tion of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lin- Lives so in hope, as in an early spring gers it out, but the disease is incurable.-Go bear! We see the appearing buds; which, to prove fruit, this letter to my lord of Lancaster; this to the 35 Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair, prince; this to the earl of Westmoreland; and That frosts will bite them. When we mean to build, this to old mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly! We first survey the plot, then draw the model; sworn to marry since I perceiv'd the first white And when we see the figure of the house, hair on my chin: About it; you know where to Then must we rate the cost of the erection : find me. [Exit Page.] A pox of this gout! or, a 40 Which if we find outweighs ability, gout to this pox! for the one, or the other, plays! What do we then, but draw anew the model the rogue with my great toe. It is no matter, if In fewer ottices; or, at least, desist I do halt; I have the wars for my colour, and myTo build at all? Much more in this great work, pension shall seen the more reasonable: A good (Which is, almost, to pluck a kingdom down, wit will make use of any thing; I will turn dis- 45 And set another up) should we survey eases to commoditys.

Erit.] The plot of situation, and the model;
S C E N E III.

Consent upon a sure foundation;
The Archbishop of York's Paluce.

Question surveyors; buow our own estate,

Ilow able such a work to undergo,
Enter the Archbishop of York, Lord Hastings, Thomas 150 To weigh against bis opposite ; or else,
Mowbray, (Earl Marsbal) and Lord Bardolph. I

We fortify in paper, and in figures,
York. Thus have you heard our cause, and knowl Using the names of men instead of men :
our means;

Like one that draws the model of a house And, my most noble friends, I pray you all, Beyond his power to build it; who, half through Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes: 55 Gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost And first, lord inarshal, what say you to it?

A naked subject to the weeping clouds, Mowb. I well allow the occasion of our arms; And waste for churlish winter's tyranny. Rut gladly would be better satisfied,

Hust. Grant, that our hopes (yetlikely of fair birth) How, in our means, we should advance ourselves Should be still-born, and that we now possess'd To look with forehead bold and big enough 501 The very utmost man of expectation:

'i. e. May I never have my stomach inflamed again with liquor; to spit white, being the consequence of inward heat. ? A quibble was probably here intended on the word cross, which meant a coin so called, because stamped with a cross, as well as a disappointment or trouble. A beetle wielded by three muen. *1. e, anticipate my curses. i. e. profit, self-interest.

I think,

I think, we are a body strong enough,

Their over-greedy love hath surfeited: Even as we are, to equal with the king.

An habitation giddy and unsure Bard. What is the king but five and twenty Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. thousand?

[Bardolph. thou fond many! with what loud applause Hast. To us, no more ; nay, not so inuch, lord 51 Didst thou beat heaven with blessing Bolingbroke, For his divisions, as the times do brawl,

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Before he was what thou would'st have him be? Are in three heads: one power against the French, And being now trimm'd up in thine own desires, And one against Glendower; perforce, a third Thou, beastly feeder, art so full of him, Must take up us: so is the unfirm king

That thou provok'st thyself to cast him up. In three divided; and his coffers sound

10 So, so, thou common dog, didst thou disgorge With hollow poverty and emptiness. (together, Thy glutton bosom ofthe royal Richard;

York. That he should draw his several strengths And now thou would'st eat thy dead vomit up, And come against us in full puissance,

And howl'st to find it. What trust is in these times? Need not be dreaded.

They that, when Richardliv'd, would have himdie, Hast. If he should do so,

15 Are now become enamour'd on his grave: Heleaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welsh Thou, that threw'st dust upon his goodly head, Baying him at the heels: never fear that. [ther: When through proud London he caine sighing on

Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his forces hi- After the admired heels of Bolingbroke. Hast. The duke of Lancaster, and Westmoreland: Cry'st now, ( carth, give us that king again, Against the Welsh, himself and Harry Monmouth: 20 And take thou this ! 0 thoughts of men accurst! But who is substituted 'gainst the French,

Past, and to come, seem best;things present, worst. I have no certain notice.

Mowb. Shall we go draw our nuinbers, and set York. Let us on;

on? And publish the occasion of our arms.

Hast. We are time's subjects, and time bids be The commonwealth is sick of their own choice, 251 gone.

[Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE .

master Phang, holdbim sure;-goodmaster Snare, A Street in London.

let him not 'scape. He comes continually to PyeEnter Hostess; Phang, and his boy, with her; 135 corner, (saving your manhoods) to buy a saddle ; and Snare following."

and he's indited to dimer to the lubbar's head in Host. MASTER Phang, have you enter'd the Lumbart-street, to master Smooth's the silkman: M action

I pray ye, since my exion is enter'd, and my case Phang. It is enter'd.

'so openly known to the world, let him be brought Host. Where is your yeoman? Is it a lusty yeo. 10 in to his answer. A hundred mark is a long loan man? will a' stand to it?

for a poor lone woman; to bear: and I have Phang. Sirrah, where's Snare?

borne, and borne, and borne; and have been Host. O Lord, ay; good master Snare.

fub'd off, and fub'd off, from this day to that day, Snare. Here, here.

that it is a shame to be thought on. There is no Phang. Snare, we must arrest sir John Falstast 45 honesty in such dealing; unless a woman should

Host. Ay, good master Snare; I have enter'd be made an ass, and a beast, to bear every him and all.

knave's wrong.Snure. It may chance cost some of us our lives, Enter Sir Johx Fulstaf, Bardolph, and the Page, for he will stab.

Yonder he comes; and that arrant malmsey-nose* Host. Alas the day! take heed of him: he stabb’d 50 knave, Bardolph, with him. Do your offices, do me in mine own house, and that most beastly: hel your offices, master Phang, and inaster Snare; cares not what mischief he doth, if his weapon bel do me, do me, do me your offices. out: he will foin like any devil; he will spare Fal. How now? who's mare's dead? what's neither man, woman, nor child.

the inatter? Phang. If I can close with hiin, I care not for 55 Phang. Sir John, I arrest you at the suit of his thrust.

inistress Quickly. Host. No, nor I neither; I'll be at your elbow. | Ful. Away, varlets !-Draw, Bardolph; cuit

Phung. An I but tist him once; an he come me off the villain's head; throw the queau in the but within my vice;

kennel. Host. I am undone by his going; I warrant you, 6ol Host. Throw me in the kennel? I'll throw thee he's an infinitive thing upon my score:-Good in the kennel. Wilt thou? wilt thou ? thou basa

* Vice or grasp; a metaphor taken from a smith's vice. head. A lor: woman is a desolate unfriended woman. Malmsey wine.

Perhaps a corruption of the Libbard's.

That is, red nose, from the effect of

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