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ter, Thomas Horner, for saying, That the duke of For I am bold to ccunse. you in this. York was rightful heir to the crown.

Although we fancy not the cardinal, Q. Mar. What say'st thou? Did the duke of York Yet must we join with him, and with the lords, say, he was rightful heir to the crown ?

Till we have brought duke Humphrey in disgrace. Peter. That my master was? No, forsooth: my As for the duke of York, — this late complaint inaster said, That he was; and that the king was an Will make but little for his benefit : usurper.

So, one by one, we'll weed them all at last, Suf. Who is there? [Enter Servants.] Take And you yourself shall steer the happy helm. this fellow in, and send for his master with a pursuivant presently :- we'll hear more of your matter

Enter King HENRY, York, and SOMERSET, conbefore the king [Ereunt Servants, with PETER.

versing with him; Duke and Duchess of Gloster, Q. Mar. And as for you, that love to be protected

CARDINAL BEAUFORT, BUCKINGHAM, SALISBURY, Under the wings of our protector's grace,

and WARWICK. Begin your suits anew, and sue to him.

K. Hen. For my part, noble lords, I care not [ Tears the petition.

which ; Away, base cullions ! — Suffolk, let them go. Or Somerset, or York, all's one to me,

All. Come, let's be gone. [Exeunt Petitioners. York. If York have ill demean'd himself in France,

Q. Mar. My lord of Suffolk, say, is this the guise, Then let him be denay'd the regentship. Is this the fashion in the court of England ?

Som. If Somerset be unworthy of the place, Is this the government of Britain's isle,

Let York be regent, I will yield to him. And this the royalty of Albion's king ?

War. Whether your grace be worthy, yea, or no, What, shall king Henry be a pupil still,

Dispute not that: York is the worthier. Under the surly Gloster's governance ?

Car. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak. Am I a queen in title and in style,

War. The cardinal's not my better in the field. And must be made a subject to a duke ?

Buck. All in this presence are thy betters, WarI tell thee, Poole, when in the city Tours

wick. Thou ran’st a tilt in honour of my love,

War. Warwick may live to be the best of all. And stol'st away the ladies' hearts of France ; Sal. Peace, son;

and show some reason, I thought king Henry had resembled thee,

Buckingham, In courage, courtship, and proportion :

Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this. But all his mind is bent to holiness,

Q. Mar. Because the king, forsooth, will have To number Ave Maries on his beads : His champions are — the prophets and apostles ; Glo. Madam, the king is old enough himself His weapons, holy saws of sacred writ;

To give his censure; these are no women's matters. His study is his tilt-yard, and his loves

Q. Mar. If he be old enough, what needs your Are brazen images of canoniz'd saints.

grace I would, the college of cardinals

To be protector of his excellence ? Would choose him pope, and carry him to Rome. Glo. Madam, I am protector of the realm ; And set the triple crown upon his head;

And, at bis pleasure, will resign my place. That were a state fit for his holiness.

Suf. Resign it then, and leave thine insolence. Suf. Madam, be patient : as I was cause Since thou wert king, (as who is king, but thou ?) Your highness came to England, so will I

The commonwealth hath daily run to wreck : In England work your grace's full content. The Dauphin hath prevail'd beyond the seas ; Q. Mar. Beside the haught protector, have we And all the peers and nobles of the realm Beaufort,

Have been as bondmen to thy sovereignty, The imperious churchman ; Somerset, Buckingham, Car. The commons hast thou rack'd; the clergy's And grumbling York : and not the least of these,

bags But can do more in England than the king. Are lank and lean with thy extortions.

Suf. And he of these, that can do most of all, Som. Thy sumptuous buildings, and thy wife's Cannot do more in England than the Nevils :

attire, Salisbury, and Warwick, are no simple peers. Have cost a mass of publick treasury. Q. Jar. Not all these lords do vex me half so Buck. Thy cruelty in execution, much,

Upon offenders, hath exceeded law, As that proud dame, the lord protector's wife. And left thee to the mercy of the law. She sweeps it through the court with troops of ladies, Q. Mar. Thy sale of offices, and towns in France, More like an empress than duke Humphrey's wife ; If they were known, as the suspect is great, Strangers in court do take her for the queen : Would make thee quickly hop without thy head. She bears a duke's revenues on her back,

[Erit Gloster. The QUEEN drops her fan. And in her heart she scorns our poverty :

Give me my fan : What, minion! can you not? Shall I not live to be aveng'd on her ?

[Gives the Duchess a bor on the ear. Contemptuous base-born callat as she is,

I cry you mercy, madam; Was it you? She vaunted ’mongst her minions t'other day, Duch. Was't 1? yea, I it was, proud FrenchThe very train of her worst wearing-gown Was better worth than all my father's lands, Could I come near your beauty with my nails, Till Suffolk give two dukedoms for his daughter. I'd set my ten commandments in your face.

Suf. Madam, myself have lim’d a bush for her ; K. Hen. Sweet aunt, be quiet ; 'twas against her And plac'd a quire of such enticing birds,

will. That she will light to listen to the lays,

Duch. Against her will! Good king, look to't And never mount to trouble you again.

in time; So, let her test : And, madam, list to me;

She'll hamper thee, and dandle thee like a baby.


Though in this place most master wear no breeches, | Let Somerset be regent o'ır the French,
She shall not strike dame Eleanor unreveng'd. Because in York this breeds suspicion :

[Erit Duchess. And let these have a day appointed them
Buck. Lord cardinal, I will follow Eleanor, For single combat, in convenient place;
And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds : For he hath witness of his servant's malice :
She's tickled now: her fume can need no spurs, This is the law, and this duke Humphrey's doom.
She'll gallop fast enough to her destruction.

K. Hen. Then be it so. My lord of Somerset, [Exit BUCKINGHAM. We make your grace lord regent o'er the French.

Som. I humbly thank your royal majesty.
Re-enter GLOSTER.

Hor. And I accept the combat willingly.
Glo. Now, lords, my choler being over-blown, Pet. Alas, my lord, I cannot fight; for God's
With walking once about the quadrangle,

sake, pity my case! the spite of man prevaileth I come to talk of commonwealth affairs.

against me. O Lord, have mercy upon me! I As for your spiteful false objections,

shall never be able to fight a blow : O Lord, my Prove them, and I lie open to the law :

heart! But God in mercy so deal with my soul,

Glo. Sirrah, or you must fight, or else be hang'd. As I in duty love my king and country!

K. Hen. Away with them to prison : and the day But, to the matter that we have in hand :

Of combat shall be the last of the next month. I say, my sovereign, York is meetest man

Come, Somerset, we'll see thee sent away. [Exeunt. To be your regent in the realm of France.

Szuf. Before we make election, give me leave SCENE IV. – The same. The Duke of Gloster's To show some reason, of no little force,

That York is most unmeet of any man.
York. I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet.

Enter Margery JOURDAIN, HUME, SOUTHWELL, First, for I cannot flatter thee in pride :

and BOLINGBROKE. Next, if I be appointed for the place,

Hume. Come, my masters ; the duchess, I tell My lord of Somerset will keep me here,

you, expects performance of your promises. Without discharge, money, or furniture,

Boling. Master Hume, we are therefore proTill France be won into the Dauphin's hands. vided : Will her ladyship behold and hear our exLast time, I danc'd attendance on his will,

orcisms? Till Paris was besieg'd, famish’d, and lost.

Hume. Ay; What else ? fear you not her courage. War. That I can witness; and a fouler fact Boling. I have heard her reported to be a woman Did never traitor in the land commit.

of an invincible spirit : But it shall be convenient, Suf. Peace, head-strong Warwick!

master Hume, that you be by her aloft, while we Iar. Image of pride, why should I hold my be busy below; and so, I pray you, go in God's peace?

name, and leave us. (Erit HUME.) Mother Jour

dain, be you prostrate, and grovel on the earth : Enter Servants of Suffolk, bringing in HORNER

John Southwell, read you ; and let us to our work. and PETER,

Enter Duchess, above.
Suf. Because here is a man accus'd of treason :
Pray God, the duke of York excuse himself !

Duch. Well said, my masters; and welcome all.
York. Doth any one accuse York for a traitor ? To this geer; the sooner the better.
K. Hen. What mean'st thou, Suffolk ? tell me : Boling. Patience, good lady; wizards know their
What are these?

times : Suf. Please it your majesty, this is the man Deep night, dark night, the silent of the night, That doth accuse his master of high treason :

The time of night when Troy was set on fire ; His words were these ; —that Richard, duke of York, The time when screech-owls cry, and ban-dogs howl, Was rightful heir unto the English crown;

And spirits walk, and ghosts break up their graves, And that your majesty was an usurper.

That time best fits the work we have in hand. K. Hen. Say, man, were these thy words? Madam, sit you, and fear not ; whom we raise,

Hor. An't shall please your majesty, I never said We will make fast within a hallow'd verge. nor thought any such matter : God is my witness, I [Here they perform the ceremonies appertaining, am falsely accused by the villain.

and make the circle ; BOLINGBROKE, or SOUTHPet. By these ten bones, my lords, (holding up WELL, reads, Conjuro te, &c. It thunders and his hands.] he did speak them to me in the garret lightens terribly; then the Spirit riseth.) one night, as we were scouring my lord of York's Spir. Adsum.

M. Jourd. Asmath,
York. Base dunghill villain, and mechanical, By the eternal God, whose name and power
I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech :- Thou tremblest at, answer that I shall ask;
I do beseech your royal majesty,

For, till thou speak, thou shalt not pass from hence. Let him have all the rigour of the law.

Spir. Ask what thou wilt : That I had said and Hor. Alas, my lord, hang me, if ever I spake the

done! words. My accuser is my prentice; and when I Boling. First, of the king. What shall of him did correct him for his fault the other day, he did


(Reading out of a paper. vow upon his knees he would be even with me : I Spir. The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose; have good witness of this; therefore, I beseech But him outlive, and die a violent death. your majesty, do not cast away an honest man for a

[As the Spirit speaks, SOUTHWELL urites the villain's accusation.

k. Hen. Uncle, what shall we say to this in law ? Boling. What finit awaits the duke of Suffolk ? Glo. This doom, my lord, if I may judge.

Spir. By water shall be die, and take his end,



Tell me,

Boling. What shall befall the duke of Somerset ? A pretty plot, well chosen to build upon :
Spir. Let him shun castles ;

Now, pray, my lord, let's see the devil's writ.
Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains,

What have we here?

[Reads. Than where castles mounted stand.

The duke yet lives, that Henry shall depose ;
Have done, for more I hardly can endure.

But him outlive, and die a violent death.
Boling. Descend to darkness, and the burning lake: Why, this is just,
False fiend, avoid !

Aio te, Æacida, Romanos vincere posse.
[Thunder and lightning. Spirit descends. Well, to the rest :
Enter YORK and BUCKINGHAM, hastily with their

what fate awaits the duke of Suffolk ?

By water shall he die, and take his end.
Guards, and others.

What shall betide the duke of Somerset ?
York. Lay hands upon these traitors, and their Let him shun castles ;

Safer shall he be upon the sandy plains,
Beldame, I think, we watch'd you at an inch. Than where castles mounted stand.
What, madam, are you there? the king and com- Come, come, my lords ;

These oracles are hardily attain’d,
Are deeply indebted for this piece of pains ;

And hardly understood. My lord protector will, I doubt it not,

The king is now in progress toward Saint Alban's, See you well guerdon'd for these good deserts. With him the husband of this lovely lady:

Duch. Not half so bad as thine to England's king, Thither go these news, as fast as horse can carry Injurious duke; that threat'st where is no cause.

them; Buck. True, madam, none at all. What call you A sorry breakfast for my lord protector. this?

[Shewing her the papers. Buck. Your grace shall give me leave, my lord of Away with them ; let them be clapp'd up close,

And kept asunder:- You, madam, shall with us :- To be the post, in hope of his reward.
Stafford, take her to thee.

York. At your pleasure, my good lord. - Who's
[Exit Duchess from above. within there, ho !
We'll see your trinkets here all forth-coming ;
All. — Away!

Enter a Servant. (Ereunt Guards, with South. Boling. fc. Invite my lords of Salisbury, and Warwick, York. Lord Buckingham, methinks, you watch'd To sup with me to-morrow night. - Away! her well :



SCENE I. - Saint Alban's.

Tantæne animis cælestibus iræ ? Enter King Henry, Queen MargareT, GLOSTER, With such holiness can you do it?

Churchmen so hot ? good uncle, hide such malice; Cardinal, and SUFFOLK, with Falconers hollaing.

Suf. No malice, sir; no more than well becomes Q. Mar. Believe me, lords, for flying at the brook, So good a quarrel, and so bad a peer. I saw not better sport these seven years' day:

Glo. As who, my lord ? Yet, by your leave, the wind was very high;


Why, as you, my lord; And, ten to one, old Joan had not gone out. An't like your lordly lord-protectorship. K. Hen. But what a point, my lord, your falcon Glo. Why, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence. made,

Q. Mar. And thy arnbition, Gloster. And what a pitch she flew above the rest !

K. Hen.

I pr’ythee, peace, To see how God in all his creatures works!

Good queen; and whet not on these furious peers, Yea, man and birds, are fain of climbing high. For blessed are the peacemakers on earth. Suf. No marvel, an it like your majesty,

Car. Let me be blessed for the peace I make, My lord protector's hawks do tower so well ; Against this proud protector, with my sword! They know, their master loves to be aloft,

Glo. 'Faith, holy uncle, 'would 'twere come to And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch.


[Aside to the CARDINAL. Glo. My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind

Car. Marry, when thou dar’st.

[ Asiile. That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.

Glo. Make up no factious numbers for the inatter, Car. I thought as much; he'd be above the | In thine own person answer thy abuse. Aside clouds.

Car. Ay, where thou dar’st not peep: an if thou Glo. Ay, my lord cardinal; How think you by

dar'st, that?

This evening, on the east side of the grove. [Aside. Were it not good, your grace could fly to heaven? K. Hen. How now, my lords? K. Hen. The treasury of everlasting joy !


Believe me, cousin Gloster, Car. Thy heaven is on earth ; thine eyes and Had not your man put up the fowl so suddenly, thoughts

We had had more sport. — Come with thy two-hand Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart;


[Aside to Glo. Pernicious protector, dangerous peer,

Glo. True, uncle. That smooth'st it so with king and commonweal ! Car. Are you advis'd?—the east side of the grove? Glo. What, cardinal, is your priesthood grown Glo. Cardinal, I am with you.

[Asile. peremptory?

K. Hen.

Why, how now, uncle Gloster!

venture so.

gown of ?

Glo. Talking of nawaing; nothing else, my lord.— Simp. But that in all my life, when I was a youth Now, by God's mother, priest, I'll shave your crown Wife. Too true; and bought his climbing very for this,

dear. Or all my fence shall fail.

[ Aside. Glo. 'Mass, thou lov'dst plums well, that would st Car. Medice teipsum ; Protector, see to't well, protect yourself.

[ Aside.

Simp. Alas, good master, my wife desir'd some K. Hen. The winds grow high ; so do your sto

damsons, machs, lords.

And made me climb, with danger of my life. How irksome is this musick to my heart !

Glo. A subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve.— When such strings jar, what hope of harmony ? Let me see thine eyes :

wink now; now open I pray, my lords, let me compound this strife.

them :

In my opinion, yet thou see'st not well. Enter an Inhabitant of Saint Alban's, crying,

Simp. Yes, master, clear as day ; I thank God, A Miracle!

and Saint Alban. Glo. What means this noise ?

Glo. Say'st thou me so? What colour is this cloak Fellow, what miracle dost thou proclaim?

of! Inhab. A miracle! a miracle !

Simp. Red, master; red as blood. Suf. Come to the king, and tell him what miracle. Glo. Why, that's well said : What colour is my Inhab. Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban's shrine,

Simp. Black, forsooth; coal-black, as jet. Within this half hour, hath receiv'd his sight;

K. Hen. Why then, thou know'st what colour jet A man, that ne'er saw in his life before.

is of ? K. Hen. Now, God be prais'd! that to believing Suf. And yet, I think, jet did he never see. souls

Gio. But cloaks, and gowns, before this day, a Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair !


Wife. Never, before this day, in all his life. Enter the Mayor of Saint Alban's, and his brethren ;

Glo. Tell me, sirrah, what's my name? and Simpcox, borne between two persons in a chair ;

Simp. Alas, master, I know not. his wife and a great multitude following:

Glo. What's his name?
Car. Here come the townsmen on procession, Simp. I know not.
To present your highness with the man.

Glo. Nor his ?
K. Hen. Great is his comfort in this earthly vale, Simp. No, indeed, master.
Although by his sight his sin be multiplied.

Glo. What's thine own name? Glo. Stand by, my masters, bring him near the Simp. Saunder Simpcox,an if it please you, master. king,

Glo. Then, Saunder, sit thou there, the lying'st His highness' pleasure is to talk with him.

knave K. Hen. Good fellow, tell us here the circum- In Christendom. If thou hadst been born blind, stance,

Thou might'st as well have known our names, as thus That we for thee may glorify the Lord.

To name the several colours we do wear.
What, hast thou been long blind, and now restor’d? Sight may distinguish of colours; but suddenly

Simp. Born blind, an't please your grace. To nominate them all, 's impossible. –
Wife. Ay, indeed, was he.

My lords, Saint Alban here hath done a miracle ; Suf. What woman is this?

And would ye not think that cunning to be great, Wife. His wife, an't like your worship.

That could restore this cripple to his legs again? Glo. Had'st thou been his mother, thou could'st Simp. O, master, that you could ! have better told.

Glo. My masters of Saint Alban's, have you not K. Hen. Where wert thou born ?

beadles in your town, and things called whips? Simp. At Berwick in the north, an't like your May. Yes, my lord, if it please your grace. grace.

Glo. Then send for one presently. K. Hen. Poor soul! God's goodness hath been May. Sirrah, go fetch the beadle hither straight. great to thee :

[Erit an Attendant Let never day nor night unhallow'd pass,

Glo. Now fetch me a stool hither by and by. [A But still remember what the Lord hath done. stool brought out.] Now, sirrah, if you mean to save Q. Jur. Tell me, good fellow, cam'st thou here yourself from whipping, leap me over this stool, and by chance,

run away. Or of devotion, to this holy shrine ?

Simp. Alas, master, I am not able to stand alone; Simp. God knows, of pure devotion : being call'd | You go about to torture me in vain. A hundred times, and oftner, in my sleep By good Saint Alban ; who said, Simpcox, come;

Re-enter Attendant, with the Beadle. Come, offer at my shrine, and I will help thee.

Glo. Well, sir, we must have you find your legs. Wife. Most true, forsooth; and many time and oft Sirrah beadle, hip him till he leap over that same Myself bave heard a voice to call him so.

stool. Car. What, art thou lame ?

Bead. I will, my lord. Come on, sirrah ; off Simp.

Ay, God Almighty help me! with your doublet quickly. Suf. How cam'st thou so?

Simp. Alas, master, what shall I do? I am not Simp.

A fall off of a tree. able to stand. Wife. A plum-tree, master.

[After the Beadle hath hit him once, he leaps Glo. How long hast thou been blind ?

over the stool, and runs away; and the Simp. 0, born so, master.

people follow, and cry, A Miracle ! Glo.

What, and would'st climb a tree? K. Hen. O God, see'st, thou this,and bear'st so long?

Q. Mar. It made me laugh, to see the villain run. War. Sweet York, begin: and if thy claim be Glo. Follow the knave; and take this drab away.

good, Wife. Alas, sir, we did it for pure need.

The Nevils are thy subjects to command. Glo. Let them be whipped through every market York. Then thus town, till they come to Berwick, whence they came. Edward the Third, my lords, had seven sons :

[Exeunt Mayor, Beadle, Wife, gc. The first, Edward the Black Prince, prince of Car. Duke Humphrey has done a miracle to-day.

Wales; Suf. True ; made the lame to leap, and fly away. The second, William of Hatfield ; and the third,

Glo. But you have done more miracles than I; Lionel, duke of Clarence ; next to whom, You made, in a day, my lord, whole towns to fly. Was John of Gaunt, the duke of Lancaster : Enter BUCKINGHAM.

The fifth, was Edmond Langley, duke of York ;

The sixth, was Thomas of Woodstock, duke of K. Hen. What tidings with our cousin Bucking

Gloster; ham ?

William of Windsor was the seventh, and last. Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold. Edward, the Black Prince, died before his father ; A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bent,

And left behind him Richard, his only son, Under the countenance and confederacy

Who, after Edward the Third's death, reign'd as Of lady Eleanor, the protector's wife,

king; The ringleader and head of all this rout,

Till Ilenry Bolingbroke, duke of Lancaster, Have practis'd dangerously against your state, The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt, Dealing with witches, and with conjurers :

Crown'd by the name of Henry the Fourth, Whom we have apprehended in the fact ;

Seiz'd on the realm ; depos'd the rightful king; Raising up wicked spirits froin under ground, Sent his poor queen to France, from whence she Demanding of king Henry's life and death,

came, And other of your highness' privy council,

And him to Pomfret ; where, as all you know, As more at large your grace shall understand. Harmless Richard was murder'd traitorously.

Cur. And so, my lord protector, by this means War. Father, the duke hath told the truth; Your lady is forthcoming yet at London.

Thus got the house of Lancaster the crown. 'This news, I think, hath turn’d your weapon's edge; York. Which now they hold by force, and not by 'Tis like, my lord, you will not keep your hour.

right ; [ Aside to Gloster.

For Richard, the first son's heir being dead," Glo. Ambitious churchman, leave to afflict my The issue of the next son should have reign'd. heart!

Sal. But William of Hatfield died without an Sorrow and grief have vanquish'd all my powers :

heir. And, vanquish'd as I am, I yield to thee,

York. The third son, duke of Clarence, (from Or to the meanest groom.

whose line K. Hen. O God, what mischiefs work the wicked I elaim the crown,) had issue—Philippe, a daughter:

Who married Edmund Mortimer, earl of March, Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby ! Edmund had issue - Roger, earl of March :

Q. Mar. Gloster, see here the tainture of thy nest. Roger had issue – Edmund, Anne, and Eleanor. And, look, thyself be faultless, thou wert best. Sal. This Edmund, in the reign of Bolingbroke,

Glo. Madam, for myself, to heaven I do appeal, As I have read, laid claim unto the crown;
How I have lov’d my king, and commonweal : And, but for Owen Glendower, had been king,
And, for my wife, I know not how it stands ; Who kept him in captivity, till he died.
Sorry I am to hear what I have heard ;

But, to the rest.
Noble she is; but if she have forgot


His eldest sister, Anne,
Honour, and virtue, and convers'd with such My mother, being heir unto the crown,
As, like to pitch, defile nobility,

Married Richard, earl of Cambridge; who was son I banish her my bed, and company;

To Edinond Langley, Edward the Third's fifth son. And give her, as a prey, to law, and shame, By her I claim the kingdom : she was heir That hath dishonour'd Gloster's honest name. To Roger, carl of March ; who was the son

K. Hen. Well, for this night, we will repose us here: Of Edmund Mortimer; who married Philippe, To-morrow, toward London, back again,

Sole daughter unto Lionel, duke of Clarence: To look into this business thoroughly,

So if the issue of the elder son
And call these foul offenders to their answers; Succeed before the younger, I am king.
And poise the cause in justice' equal scales,

War. What plain proceedings are more plain Whose beam stands sure, whose rightful cause

than this? prevails. (Flourish. E reunt. Henry doth claim the crown from John of Gaunt,

The fourth son; York claims it from the third. SCENE II. London. The Duke of York's Till Lionel's issue fails, his should not reign : Garden.

It fails not yet; but flourishes in thee,

And in thy sons, fair slips of such a stock. Enter York, SALISBURY, and Warwick.

Then, father Salisbury, kneel we both together ; York. Now, my good lords of Salisbury and And, in this private plot, be we the first, Warwick,

That shall salute our rightful sovereign Our simple supper ended, give me leave,

With honour of his birthright to the crown. In this close walk, to satisfy myself,

Both. Long live our sovereign Richard, Ergland's In craving your opinion of my title,

king! Which is infallible, to England's crown.

York. We thank you, lords. But I am not your Sal. My lord, I long to hear it at full.


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