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Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd already;l, Speed. Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from And I have play'd the sheep, in losing him. her; no, not so much as a ducat for delivering

Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, your letter: and being so hard to me that brought An if the shepherd be awhile away.

your mind, I fear, she'll prove as hard to you in Speed. You conclude that my master is a shep-telling her mind. 'Give her no token but stones; herd then, and I a sheep?

for she's as hard as steel. Pro. I do.

Pro. What, said she nothing ? Speed. Why then my horns are his horns, whether Speed. No, not so much as-lake this for thy I wake or sleep.

pains. To testify your bounty, I thank you, you Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. have testern'd' me; in requital whereof, henceSpeed. This proves me still a sheep.

forth carry your letters yourself; and so, sir, I'll Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd. commend you to my master. Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. Pro. Go, go, begone, to save your ship from Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another. wreck;

Speed. The shepherd seeks ihe sheep, and not which cannot perish, having thee aboard, the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, Being destin'd to 3 drier death on shore : and my master seeks not me: therefore, I am no! must go send some better messenger ; sheep.

I fear, my Julia would not deign my lines, Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, Receiving them from such a worthless post. the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou

(Ereunt, for wages followest thy master, thy master for wages follows not thee: Therefore, thou art a sheep. SCENE II.-The same. Garden of Julia's

Speed. Such another proof will make me cry house. Enter Julia and Lucetta. baa. Pro. But dost thou hear? gavst thou my letter would'st thou then counsel me to fall in love

Jul. But say, Lucetta, now we are alone, to Julia ? Speed, Ay, sir: I, a lost mutton, gave your let

Luc. Ay, madam; so you stumble not unheed

fully. ter to her, a laced mutton;' and she, a laced mutton, gave me, a lost mutton, nothing for my labour. That every day with parles encounter me,

Jul. Of all the fair resort of gentlemen, Pro. Here's too small a pasture for such a store of muttons.

In thy opinion, which is worthiest love? Speed. If the ground be overcharged, you were

Luc. Please you, repeat their names, I'll show best stick her.

Pro. Nay, in that you are astray; 'twere best According to my shallow simple skill. pound you.

Jul. What think'st thou of the fair Sir Eglamour? Speed. Nay, sir, less than a pound shall serve

Luc. As of a knight well-spoken, neat and fine; me for carrying your letter.

But, were I you, he never should be mine. Pro. You mistake; I mean the pound, a pin

Júl. What think'st thou of the rich Mercatio? fold.

Luc. Well of his wealth; but of himself, so, so.

Jul. What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus ? Speed. From a pound to a pin? fold it over and

Luc. Lord, lord! to see what folly reigns in us! over, 'Tis threcfold too little for carrying a letter to your

Jul. How now! what means this passion at his lover.

name? Pro. But what said she? did she nod ?

Luc. Pardon, dear madam ; 'tis a passing (Speed nods.


That I, unworthy body as I am,
Speed. I.
Pro. Nod, I? why, that's noddy.'

Should censure Thus on lovely gentlemen.
Speed. You mistook, sir; I say, she did nod:

Jul. Why not on Proteus, as of all the rest ? and you ask me, if she did nod, and I say, I.

Luc. Then thus, of many good I think him

best. Pro. And thaí set together, is--noddy.

Jul. Your reason? Speed. Now you have taken the pains to set it together, take it for your pains.

Luc. I have no other but a woman's reason; Pro. No, no, you shall have it for bearing the I think him so, because I think him so. letter.

Jul. And would'st thou have me cast my love Speed. Well, I perceive, I must be sain to bear Luc. Ay, if you thought your love not cast away.

on him ?

Jul. Why, he of all the rest hath never mov'd me. Pro. Why, sir, how do you bear with me? Speed. Marry, sir, the letter very orderly; having Jul. His little speaking shows his love but small.

Luc. Yei he of all the rest, I think, best loves ye. nothing but the word, noddy, for my pains. Pro. Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit.

Luc. Fire, that is closest kept, burns most of all. Speed. And yet it cannot overtake your slow

Jul. They do not love, that do not show their love.

Luc. O, they love least, that let men know their purse.

love. Pro. Come, come, open the matter in brief : what said she?

Jul. I would, I knew his mind.

Luc. Speeil. Open your purse, that the money, and

Peruse this paper, madam. the matter, may be both at once delivered.

Jul. To Julia,-Say, from whom ?

That the contents will show. Pro. Well, sir, here is for your pains; what said she?

Jul. Say, say; who gave it thee? Speed. Truly, sir, I think you'll hardly win her.

Luc. Sir Valentine's page; and sent, I think, Pro. Why? could'st thou perceive so much He would have given it you, but I, being in the way,

from Proteus : from her ?

(5) Talk. 13Ill betide.

Pass sentence.

with you

Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, 11. Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me, pray.

Here is a coils with protestation ! Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker |

(Tears the letter, Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines ? Go, get you gone ; and let the papers lie : To whisper and conspire against my youth ?

You would be fingering them, to anger me. Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, Luc. She makes it strange ; but she would be And you an officer fit for the place.

best pleas'd There, take the paper, see it be return'd; To be so anger'd with another letter. [Exit, Or else return no more into my sight.

Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! Luc. To plead for love deserves more fce than o hateful hands, to tear such loving words ! hate,

Injurious wasps ! to feed on such sweet honey, Jul. Will you be gone?

And kill the bees that yield it, with your stings! Luc.

That you may ruminate. I'll kiss cach several paper for amends.

(Exit. And here is writ-kind Julia ;-unkind Julia ! Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter. As in revenge of thy ingratitude, It were a shame to call her back again,

I throw thy name against the bruising stones, And pray her to a fault for which I chid her. Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain. Whai fool is she, that knows I am a maid, Look, here is writ-love-wounded Proteus : And would not force the letter to my view ? Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed, Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be thoroughly Which they would have the profferer construe, Ay.

heal'd; Fic, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down ? And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod! Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,

Till I have found each letter in the letter, When willingly I would have had her here! Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear How angrily I taught my brow to frown, Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock, When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile ! And throw it thence into the raging sea! My penance is, to call Lucetia back,

Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,And ask remission for my lolly past :

Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus, What ho! Lucetta!

To the sweet Julia :-that I'll tear away;

And yet I will not, sith' so prettily
Re-enter Lucetta.

He couples it to his complaining names :

Thus will I fold them one upon another; Luc.

What would your ladyship? Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.
Ju. Is it near dinner-time?
I would it were :

Re-enter Lucetta.
That you might kill your stomacho on your meat,
And not upon your maid.

Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father
What is't you took up

stays. So gingerly?

Jul. Well, let us go.

Luc. What, shall thesc papers lic like tell-tales Jul.

Why didst thou stoop, then? here? Luc. To take a paper up that I lct fall.

Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. Jul. And is that paper nothing ?

Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: Nothing concerning me. Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Jul. I see you have a month's mind to them.

Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you Unless it have a false interpreter.

Jud. Some love of yours hath writto you in rhyme. I see things too, although you judge I wink. Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune: Jul. Come, come, will’t please you go? Give me a note : your ladyship can set

[Ereunt, Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible: Best sing it to the tune of Light o' love.

SCENE III.-The same, A room in Antonio's Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.

house. Eater Antonio and Panthino. Jul. Heavy ? belike it hath soine burden then. Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sado talk was that, sing it.

Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister? Jul. And why not you ?

Pan. "Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son. Luc.

I cannot reach so high. Ant. Why, what of him? Jul. Let's see your song :-How now, minion ? Pan.

He wonder'd, that your lordship Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: Would suffer him to spend his youth at home; And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. While other men, of slender reputation, ht. You do not?

Put forth their sons to seek preferment out: Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp.

Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there; Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.

Some, to discover islands far away;
Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,

Some, to the studious universities.
And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:: For any, or for all these exercises,
There wanteth but a mean* to fill your song. He said, that Protcus, your son, was meet;

Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. And did request me, to importune you,
Luc, Indeed, I bid the bases for Proteus, To let him spend his time no more at home,
(1) A matchmaker. (2) Passion or obstinacy. (5) A challenge. (6) Bustle, stir. (7) Since,
is) A term in music, (4) The tenor in music, 18) Serious, °(9) Little consequence


see ;

Which would be great impeachment to his age, Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd
In having known no travel in his youth. To hasten on his expedition.
Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to

(Exeunt Ant. and Pant. that

Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for fear of Whereon this month I have been hammering.

burning; I have consider'd well his loss of time;

And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd. And how he cannot be a perfect man,

I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter, Not being try'd and tutord in the world : Lest he should take exceptions to my love; Experience is by industry achiev'd,

And with the vantage of mine own excuse And perfected by the swift course of time : Hath he excepted most against my love. Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him? o, how this spring of love resembleth

Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant, The uncertain glory of an April day; How his companion, youthful Valentine,

Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, Attends the emperor in his royal court.

And by and by a cloud takes all away! Ant. I know it well.

Re-enter Panthino. Pant. "Twere good, I think, your lordship sent him thither:

Pant. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you ; There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,

He is in haste, therefore, I pray you, go. Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen; Pro. Why, this it is ! my heart accords thereto; And be in eye of every exercise,

And yet a thousand times it answers, no. Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.

(Ereunt. Ant. I like thy counsel ; well hast thou advis'd: And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it, The execution of it shall make known; Even with the speediest execution

ACT II. I will despatch him to the emperor's court. Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Al- SCENE I.-Milan. An aparlment in the Duke's phonso,

palace. Enter Valentine and Speed. With other gentlemen of good esteem, Are journeying to salute the emperor,

Speed. Sir, your glove. And to commend their service to his will.

Val. Not mine; my gloves are on. Ant. Good company: with them shall Proteus go:

Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is And, in good time,-now will we break with hiin. but one.

Val. Ha ! let me see : ay, give it me, it's mine:Enter Proteus.

Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine !

Ah Silvia ! Silvia !
Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines ! sweet life! Speed. Madam Silvia ! madam Silvia !
Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;

Val. How now, sirrah!
Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn: Speed. She is not within hearing, sir.
0, that our fathers would applaud our loves, Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her ?
To seal our happiness with their consents ! Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook.
O heavenly Julia !

Val. Well, you'll still be too forward. Ant. How now? what letter are you reading Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being too there?

slow. Pro. May't please your lordship, 'lis a word or Val. Go to, sir; tell me, do you know madam two

Silvia ? Of commendation sent from Valentine,

Speed. She that your worship loves ? Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.

Val. Why, how know you that I am in love ? Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see what news. Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreath your arms writes

like a male-content; to relish a love-song, like a How happily he lives, how well belov'd,

robin-red-breast; to walk alone, like one that had And daily graced by the emperor;

the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune. lost his A. B. C.; to weep, like a young wench that

Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish? had buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes

Pro. As one relying on your lordship’s will, diet;' to watch, like one that fears robbing ; to And not depending on his friendly wish. speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. "You

Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish: were wont, when you laugh’d, to crow like a cock; Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed; when you walked, to walk like one of the lions; For what I will, I will, and there an end. when you fasted, it was presently after dinner; I am resolv'd, that thou shalt spend some time when you looked sadly, it was for want of money: With Valentinus in the emperor's court; and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, What maintenance he from his friends receives, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you Like exhibition thou shalt have from me.

my master. Tomorrow be in readiness to go:

Val. Are all these things perceived in me? Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.

Speed. They are all perceived without you. Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided; Val. Without me? They cannot. Please you, deliberate a day or two.

Speed. Without you ? nay, that's certain, for, Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent after without you were so simple, none else would: but thee:

you are so without these follies, that these follies No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go. are within you, and shine through you like the

water in a urinal ; that not an eye, that sees you, (1) Reproach. (2) Break the matter to him. (3) Wonder.. (4) Allowance.

(5) Under a regimen. (6) Allhallowmas,

And yet,

You :

but is a physician to comment on your malady. But for my duty to your ladyship.

Val. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia ? Sil. I thank you, gentle servant : 'tis very clerkly.

Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at done. supper?

Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off; Vol. Hast thou observ'd that ? even she I mean. For, being ignorant to whom it goes, Speed. Why, sir, I know her not.

I writ at random, very doubtfully. Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, Sil. Perchance you think too much d so much and yet know'st her not?

pains ? Speed. Is she not hard-favour'd, sir ?

Val. No, madam ; so it stead you, I will write, Val. Not so fair, boy, as well favoured. Please you command, a thousand times as much : Speed. Sir, I know that well enough. Val. What dost thou know?

Sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel; Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well And yet I will not name it :-and yet I care not ;favoured.

And yet take this again ;-and yet I thank you ; Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more. her favour infinite.

Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet. Speed. That's because the one is painted, and

Aside. the other out of all count.

Val. What means your ladyship? do you not Val. How painted ? and how out of count?

like it? Speed. Marry, sir, so painted, to make her fair, Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ: that no man counts of her beauty.

But since unwillingly, take them again ; Val. How esteemest thou me? I account of her Nay, take them. beauty.

Val. Madam, they are for you. Speed. You never saw her since she was de- Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, sir, at my request: formed.

But I will none of them; they are for
Val. How long hath she been deformed ? I would have had them writ more movingly.
Speed. Ever since you loved her.

Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another. Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her, and Sil. And, when it's writ, for my sake read it over : still I see her beautiful.

And, if it please you, so; if not, why, so. Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her. Val. If it please me, madam! what then? Val. Why?

Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour : Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had And so good morrow, servant. (Erit Silvia. mine eyes ; or your own had the lights they were Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, wont to have, when you chid at Sir Proteus for As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a going ungartered !

steeple ! Val. What should I see then ?

My master sues to her; and she hath taught her Speed. Your own present solly, and her passing suitor, deformity; for he, being in love, could not see to He being her pupil, to become her tutor. garter his hose; and you, being in love, cannot see O cxcellent device! was there ever heard a better? to put on your hose.

That my master, being scribe, to him sell should Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last write the letter? morning you could not see to wipe my shoes. Val. How now, sir ? what are you reasoning

Speed. True, sir; I was in love with my bed : 1 with yourself? thank you, you swinged' me for my love, which Speed. Nay, I was rhyming; 'tis you that have makes me the bolder to chide you for yours.

the reason. Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her. Val. To do what?

Speed. I would you were set; so, your affection Speed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia.' would cease.

Val. To whom? Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some Speed. To yourself: why, she wooes you by a lines to one she loves.

|figure. Speed. And have you ?

Val. What figure ? Val. I have.

Speed. By a letter, I should say. Speed. Are they not lamely writ?

Val. Why, she hath not writ to me. Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them :- Speed. What need she, when she hath made you Peace, here she comes.

write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the

jest ? Enter Silvia.

Val. No, believe me. Speed. O excellent motion ! O exceeding pup-you perceive her earnest?

Speed. No believing you indeed, sir; but did pet! now will he interpret to her.

Val. She gave me none, except an angry word, Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter. morrows.

Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend Speed. 0, 'give you good even! here's a million

Speed. And that letter hath she delivered, and of manners.


there an end.* Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thou

Val. I would, it were no worse. sand.

Speed. I'll warrant you, 'lis as well:
Speed. He should give her interest; and she
gives it him.
Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter,

For often you have writ to her; and she, in Unto the secret nameless friend of yours

modesty, Which I was much unwilling to proceed in,

Or else for want of idle time, could not again

reply, (1) Whipped. (2) A puppet-show. (3) Like a scholar.

(4) There's the conclusion

Or fearing else some messenger, that might her so. Now come I to my father; Father, your blessmind discover,

ing; now should not the shoe speak & word for Herself hath laught her love himself to write weeping; now should I kiss my father ; well, he unto her lover.

weeps on :-now come I to my mother, (, that she

could speak now!) like a wood: woman ;-well, I All this I speak in print; for in print I found it.- kiss her ;--why there'tis; here's my mother's breath Why muse you, sir? 'tis dinner-time.

up and down: now come I to my sister ; mark the Val. I have dined.

moan she makes: now the dog all this while sheds Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir: though the came- not a tear, nor speaks a word; but see how I lay leon, Love, can feed on the air, I am one that am the dust with my tears. nourished by my victuals, and would fain have meat: 0, be not like your mistress; be moved, be

Enter Panthino. moved.


Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard; thy master SCENE II.-Verona. A room in Julia's house. is shipped, and thou art to post alter with oars. Enter Proteus and Julia.

What's the matter? why weepest thou, man? Away, ass; you will lose the tide, if you tarry any longer.

Lauin. It is no matter if the ty'd were lost; for it Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.

is the unkindest ty'd that ever any man ty’d. Jul. I must, where is no remedy.

Pan. What's the unkindest tide ?
Pro. When possibly I can, I will return.
Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner:

Laun. Why, he that's ty'd here; Crab, my dog. Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake.

Pan. Tut, man, I mean thoul't lose the food;

(Giving a ring. and, in losing the flood, lose thy voyage ; and, in Pro. Why then we'll make exchange ; here, thy master, lose thy service ; and, in losing thự

losing thy voyage lose thy master; and, in losing take you this. Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.

service,--Why dost ihou stop my mouth!

Laun. For scar thou should'st lose thy tongue. Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy ; And when that hour o'er-slips me in the day,

Pan. Where should I lose my tongue ? Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake,

Laun. In thy tale. The next ensuing hour some foul mischance

Pan. In thy taii? Torment me for my love's forgetfulness !

Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the My father stays my coming; answer not;

master, and the service? The tide ! --why, man, The tide is now : nay, not the tide of tears;

is the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my That tide will stay me longer than I should;

tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the [E.cit Julia.

boat with my sighs. Julia, farewell.-What! gone without a word ?

Pan. Come, come away, man; I was sent to

call thec. Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak; For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it.

Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.

Pan. Wilt thou go?
Enter Panthino.
Laun. Well, I will go.

[Ereunt. Pan. Sir Proteus, you are staid for.

SCENE IV.-Milan. An apartment in the Pro. Go; I come, I come:

Duke's palace. Enter Valentine, Silvia, ThuAlas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb.

rio, and Speed. [Excunt.

Sil, Servant SCENE III.-The same, A street. Enter Val. Mistress? Launce, leading a dog.

Speed. Master, Sir Thurio frowns on you.

Val. Ay, boy, it's for love. Launce, Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done

Speed. Not of you. weeping; all the kind of the Launces have this

l'al. Or my mistress then. very fault: I have received my proportion, like the

Speed. 'Twere good, you knocked him. prodigious son, and am going with Sir Proteus to

Sil. Servant, you are sad." the Imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so. sourest-natured dog that lives: my mother weeping, Thu. Seem you that you are not? my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howl- Val. Haply, I do. ing, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house Thu. So do counterfeits. in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted Val. So do you. cur shed one tear: he is a stone, a very pebble-1 Thu. What scem I, that I am not ? stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog: a Val. Wise. Jew would have wept to have seen our parting; Thu. What instance of the contrary? why, my grandam having no eyes, look you, wept Val. Your folly. herself 'blind at my parling. Nay, I'll show you Thu. And how quotes you my folly? the manner of it: This shoe is my father ;-no, this Vol. I quote it in your jerkin. lest shoe is my father ;-no, no, this left shoe is my Thou. My jerkin is a doublet. mother; nay, that cannot be so neither ;-yes, it is Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly. so, it is so: it hath the worser sole: this shoe, with Tlc. How ? the hole in it, is my mother, and this my father: a Sil. What, angry, sir Thurio ? do you change vengeance on't! there'tis: now, sir, this staff is my colour ? sister; sor, look you, she is as white as a lily, and as Val. Give him leare, madam; he is a kind of small as a wand: this hat is Nan, our maid; I am cameleon. the dog :-no, the dog is himself, and I am the Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, dog.-0, the dog is me, and I am myself; ay, so, than live in your air. (1) Kindred, (2) Crazy, distracted,

(3) Serious, (4) Perhaps, (5) Observer

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