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Des. Worse and worse.

And this, and this, the greatest discords be, Emil. How, if fair and foolish?

[Kissing her. Iago. She never yet was foolish that was fair; That e'er our hearts shall make! For even her foily help'd her to an heir.


O, you are well tun'd now ! Des. These are old fond paradoxes, to make fools But I'll set down the pegs that make this musick, laugh i'the alehouse. What miserable praise hast As honest as I ain.

[Aside. thou for her that's foul and foolish ?


Come, let's to the castle. Iago. There's none so foul, and foolish there- News, friends; our wars are done, the Turks are unto,

drown'd. But does foul pranks which fair and wise ones do. How do our old acquaintance of this isle ?

Des. O heavy ignorance !- thou praisest the worst Honey, you shall be well desir'd in Cyprus, best. But what praise could'st thou bestow on a I have found great love amongst them, O my sweet, deserving woman indeed ? one, that, in the authority I prattle out of fashion, and I dote of her merit, did justly put on the vouch of very In mine own comforts. — I pr’ythee, good lago, malice itself?

Go to the bay, and disembark my coffers :
Iago. She that was ever fair, and never proud; Bring thou the master to the citadel ;
Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud; He is a good one, and his worthiness
Never lack'd gold, and yet went never gay ;

Does challenge much respect. Come, Desdemona,
Fled from her wish, and yet said, - now I may; Once more well mct at Cyprus.
She that, being anger'd, her revenge being nigh,

[Exeunt Oru. Des. and Attend. Bade her wrong stay, and her displeasure fly: Iago. Do thou meet me presently at the harbour. She that in wisdom never was so frail,

Come hither. If thou be'st valiant as (they say) To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail ; base men, being in love, have then a nobility in She that could think, and ne'er disclose her mind, their natures more than is native to them, - list me. See suitors following, and not look behind;

The lieutenant to-night watches on the court of She was a wight, - if ever such wight were, - guard: - First, I must tell thee this - Desdemona Des. To do what?

is directly in love with him. Iago. To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer. Rod. With him ! why, 'tis not possible.

Des. O most lame and impotent conclusion ! Jago. Lay thy finger - thus, and let thy soul be Do not learn of him, Emilia, though he be thy instructed. Mark me with what violence she first husband. How say you, Cassio ? is he not a most loved the Moor, but for bragging, and telling her profane and liberal counsellor ?

fantastical lies : And will she love him still for Cas. He speaks home, madam ; you may relish prating? let not thy discreet heart think it. Her him more in the soldier, than in the scholar. eye must be fed; and what delight shall she have

Iago. [ Aside.] He takes her by the palm : Ay, to look on the devil ? When the blood is made dull well said, whisper : with as little a web as this, will with the act of sport, there should be, - again to I ensnare as great a fly as Cassio. Ay, smile upon inflame it, and to give satiety a fresh appetite, her, do; I will give thee in thine own courtship. loveliness in favour ; sympathy in ycars, manners You say true ; 'tis so, indeed: if such tricks as these and beauties; all which the Moor is defective in : strip you out of your lieutenantry, it had been better Now, for want of these required conveniences, her you had not kissed your three fingers so oft, which delicate tenderness will find itself abused, begin to now again you are most apt to play the sir in. heave the gorge, disrelish and abhor the Moor ; Very good; well kissed ! an excellent courtesy ! 'tis very nature will instruct her in it, and compel her so, indeed. Yet again your fingers to your lips? | to some second choice. Now, sir, this granted, (as would, they were clyster-pipes for your sake! it is a most pregnant and unforced position,) who [Trumpet.] The Moor, I know his trumpet. stands so eminently in the degree of this fortune, as Cas. "Tis truly so.

Cassio does ? a knave very voluble; no further conDes. Let's meet him, and receive him.

scionable, than in putting on the mere form of civil Cas. Lo, where he comes !

and humane seeming, for the better compassing of

his salt and most hidden loose affection ? why, none; Enter OTHELLO, and Attendants.

why, none: A slippery and subtle knave; a finder Oth. O my fair warrior !

out of occasions; that has an eye can stamp and Des.

My dear Othello? counterfeit advantages, though true advantage never Oth. It gives me wonder great as my content, present itself: A devilish knave ! besides, the knave To see you here before me. O my soul's joy! is handsome, young; and hath all those requisites If after every tempest come such calms,

in him, that folly and green minds look after : A May the winds blow till they have waken'd death! pestilent complete knave; and the woman hath And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas, found him already. Olympus-high ; and duck again as low

Rod. I cannot believe that in hier; she is full of As hell's om aven! If it were now to die, most blessed condition. 'T'were now to be most happy; for, I fear,

Iago. Blessed fig's end! the wine she drinks is My soul bath her content so absolute,

made of grapes : if she had been blessed, she would That not another comfort like to this

never have loved the Moor: Blessed pudding! Didst Succeeds in unknown fate.

thou not see her paddle with the palm of his hand ? Des.

The heavens forbid, didst not mark that? But that our loves and comforts should increase, Rod. Yes, that I did; but that was but courtesy: Even as our days do grow !

Iago. Lechery, by this hand; an index, and Oth.

Amen to that, sweet powers! - obscure prologue to the history of lust and foul I cannot speak enough of this content,

thoughts. They met so near with their lips, that their It stops me here; it is too much of joy :

brcaths embraced together. Villainous thoughts, Roderigo! when these mutualities so marshal the told eleven. Heaven bless the isle of Cyprus, and way, hard at hand comes the master and main our noble general, Othello!

[Ereunde exercise, the incorporate conclusion : Pish! But, sir, be you ruled by me: I have brought you from SCENE III. A Hall in the Castle. Venice. Watch you to-night; for the command, I'll lay't upon you: Cassio knows you not; - - I'll

Enter Othello, DESDEMONA, Cassio, and

Attendants. not be far from you : Do you find some occasion to anger Cassio, either by speaking too loud, or taint- Oth. Good Michael, look you to the guard toing his discipline; or from what other course you

night : please, which the time shall more favourably minister. Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop, Rod. Well.

Not to out-sport discretion. Iago. Sir, he is rash, and very sudden in choler; Cas. Iago hath direction what to do; and, haply, with his truncheon may strike at you :

But, notwithstanding, with my personal eye Provoke him, that he may : for, even out of that, Will I look to't. will I cause these of Cyprus to mutiny; whose Oth. Iago is most honest. qualification shall come into no true taste again, but Michael, good night: To-morrow, with our earliest, by the displanting of Cassio. So shall you have a

Let me have speech with you. Come, my dear shorter journey to your desires, by the means I shall

love, then have to prefer them; and the impediment most The purchase made, the fruits are to ensue; profitably removed, without the which there were

[ To DESIEMONA. no expectation of our prosperity.

That profit's yet to come 'twixt me and you. Rod. I will do this, if I can bring it to any op

Good night.

[Exeunt Oth. Des. anu Attend. portunity. Iago. I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at

Enter Lago. the citadel: I must fetch his necessaries ashore. Cas. Welcome, Iago : We must to the watch. Farewell.

Iago. Not this hour, lieutenant; 'tis not yet ten Rod. Adieu.

[Erit. o'clock : Our general cast us thus early, for the lago. That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it; love of his Desdemona ; whom let us not therefore That she loves him, 'tis apt, and of great credit : blame; he hath not yet made wanton the night with The Moor howbeit that I endure him not, her : and she is sport for Jove. Is of a constant, loving, noble nature;

Cas. She's a most exquisite lady. And, I dare think, he'll prove to Desdemona

Iago. And, I'll warrant her, full of game. A most dear husband. Now I do love her too; Cas. Indeed, she is a most fresh and delicate Not out of absolute lust, (though, peradventure, crcature. I stand accountant for as great a sin,)

Iago. What an eye she has ! methinks it sounds But partly led to diet my revenge,

a parley of provocation. For that I do suspect the lusty Moor

Cas. An inviting eye ; and yet methinks right Hath leap'd into my seat : the thought whereof modest. Doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my inwards; Iago. And, when she speaks, is it not an aların And nothing can or shall content my soul,

to love ? Till I am even with him, wife for wife;

Cas. She is, indeed, perfection. Or, failing so, yet that I put the Moor

Iago. Well, happiness to their sheets! Come, At least into a jealousy so strong

lieutenant, I have a stoop of wine : and here without That judgment cannot cure. Which thing to are a brace of Cyprus gallants, that would fain have do,

a measure to the health of the black Othello. If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trasa

Cas. Not to-night, good lago; I have very poor For his quick hunting, stand the putting on, and unhappy brains for drinking : I well I'll have our Michael Cassio on the hip;

wish courtesy would invent some other custom of Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb,

entertainment. For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too;

Iago. O, they are our friends; but one cup; I'll Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward me,

drink for you. For making him egregiously an ass,

Cas. I have drunk but one cup to-night, and And practising upon his peace and quiet

that was craftily qualified too, and, behold, wlint Even to madness. 'Tis here, but yet confus'd ; innovation it makes here : I am unfortunate in the Knavery's plain face is never seen, till us'd. (Erit. infirmity, and dare not task my weakness with any SCENE II. – A Street.

Iago. What, man ! 'tis a night of revels; the Enter a Herald, with a proclamation ; People

gallants desire it.

Cas. Where are they? following

Tayo. Here at the door ; I pray you call them in. Her. It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and valiant Cas. I'll do it; but it dislikes me. (Exil Cassio. general, that, upon certain tidings now arrived, im- Ingo. If I can fasten but one cup upon him, porting the mere perdition of the Turkish fleet, With that which he hath drunk to-niglit already, every man put himself into triumph : some to dance, He'll be as full of quarrel and offence some to make bonfires, each man to what sport and As my young mistress' dog. Now, my sick fool, revels his addiction leads him ; for, besides these

Roderigo, beneficial news, it is the celebration of his nuptials: Whom love has turn'd almost the wrong side outo So much was his pleasure should be proclaimed. All

ward, offices are open ; and there is full liberty of feast- To Desdemona hath to-night carous'd ing, from this present hour of five, till the bell hath Potations pottle deep; and he's to watch :


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Act II. 'l haranean Three lads of Cyprus, - noble swelling spirits, All. Excellent well. That hold their honours in a wary distance,

Cas. Why, very well, then : you must not think The very elements of this warlike isle, –

then that I am drunk. Have I to-night fluster'd with flowing cups,

Mon. To the platform, masters ; come, let's set And they watch too. Now, 'mongst this flock of the watch. drunkards,

lago. You see this fellow, that is gone before ; Am I to put our Cassio in some action

He is a soldier, fit to stand by Cæsar
That may offend the isle : But here they come : And give direction : and do but see his vice;
If consequence do but approve my dream,

'Tis to his virtue a just equinox,
My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream. The one as long as the other : 'tis pity of him.

I fear, the trust Othello puts him in,
Re-enter Cassio, with him MONTANO, and

On some odd time of his infirmity,

3 Will shake this island. Cas. ’Fore heaven, they have given me a rouse Mon.

But is he often thus ? already.

Iago. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep : Mon. Good faith, a litile one; not past a pint, He'll watch the horologe a double set, as I am a soldier.

If drink rock not his cradle. Iago. Some wine, ho !


It were well,
And let me the canakin clink, clink : [Sings.

The general were put in mind of it.
And let me the canakin clink :

Perhaps, lie sees it not; or his good nature
A soldier's a man ;

Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio,
A life's but a span ;

And looks not on his evils; Is not this true ?
Why then, let a soldier drink.

Some wine, boys!
[Wine brought in. Iago. How, now, Roderigo ?

[ Aside. Cas. 'Fore heaven, an excellent song.

pray you, after the lieutenant ; go. Iago. I learned it in England, where (indeed)

[Erit RodERICO they are most potent in potting : your Dane, your Mon. And 'tis great pity, that the noble Moor German, and your swag-bellied Hollander, —- Drink, " Should hazard such a place, as his own second, ho !--are nothing to your English.

With one of an ingraft infirmity : Cas. Is your Englishman so expert in his drink

It were an honest action, to say

So to the Moor. Iago. Why, he drinks you, with facility, your lago.

Not I, for this fair island : Dane dead drunk; he sweats not to overthrow your I do love Cassio well; and would do much Almain ; he gives your Hollander a vomit, ere the To cure him of this evil. But hark! what noise ? next pottle can be filled.

[Cry within, Help! help! Cas. To the health of our general.

Mon. I am for it, lieutenant; and I'll do you Re-enter Cassio, driving in RODERIGO. justice.

Cas. You rogue! you rascal !
Iago. O sweet England!

Mon. What's the matter, lieutenant ?
King Stephen was a worthy peer,

Cas. A knave ! teach
His breeches cost him but a crown ;

I'll beat the knave into a twiggen bottle.
He held them sirpence all too dear,

Rod. Beat me !
With that he call’l the tailor


Dost thou prate, rogue ?

[Striking RODERIGO. He was a wight of high renown,

And thou art but of low degree :

Nay, good lieutenant ; 'Tis pride that pulls the country down,

(Staying him. Then take thine auld cloak about thee.

I pray you, sir, hold your hand.

Let me go, sir, Some wine, ho!

Or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard. Cas. Why, this is a more exquisite song than the Mon.

Come, come, you're drunk. other.

Cas. Drunk !

[They fight. Iago. Will you hear it again?

Iago. Away, I say! go out, and cry a mutiny Cas. No; for I hold him to be unworthy of his

[ Aside to Ron. who place, that does those things. Well, Heaven's | Nay, good lieutenant, - alas, gentlemen, above all, and there be souls that must be saved, Help, ho !-Lieutenant,-sir, —Montano,-sir ;and there be souls must not be saved.

Help, masters ! — Here's a goodly watch, indeed! Iago. It's true, good lieutenant.

[Bell rings Cas. For mine own part, - no offence to the Who's that that rings the bell? - Diablo, ho ! general, nor any man of quality, — I hope to be The town will rise : God's will, lieutenant ! Paved.

hold; Iago. And so do I too, lieutenant.

You will be sham'd for ever. Cas. Ay, but, by your leave, not before me; the lieutenant is to be saved before the ancient. Let's

Enter OTHELLO, and Attexdants. have no more of this ; let's to our affairs. — Forgive Oth.

What is the matter here? us our sins! - Gentlemen, let's look to our business. Mon. I bleed still, I am hurt to the death. Do not think, gentlemen, I am drunk : this is my

[He faints, ancient; --- this is my right hand, and this is my Oth. Hold, for your lives. left hand : - I am not drunk now; I can stand Iagn Hold, hold, licutenant, — sir, Montano, well enough, and speak well enough.


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Have you forgot all sense of place and duty ? Myself the crying fellow did pursuc, Hold, hold! the general speaks to you; hold, for Lest, by his clamour, (as it so tell out,) shame!

The town might fall in fright: he, switt of foot, Oth. Why, how now, ho! from whence ariseth Outran my purpose ; and I return’d the rather this?

For that I heard the clink and fall of swords, Are we turn’d Turks; and to ourselves do that, And Cassio high in oath; which, till to-night, Which heaven bath forbid the Ottomites?

I ne'er might say before : When I came back, For christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl : (For this was brief;) I found them close together, Ile that stirs next to carve for his own rage,

At blow, and thrust ; even as again they were, Holds his soul light; he dies upon his motion. When you yourself did part them. Silence that dreadful bell, it frights the isle

More of this matter can I not report :From her propriety. What is the matter, mas- But men are men : the best sometimes forget : ters?

Though Cassio did some little wrong to him, llonest Iago, that look'st dead with grieving, As men in rage strike those that wish them best, Speak, who began this ? on thy love, I charge thee. Yet, surely, Cassio, I believe, receiv'd, Iago. I do not know ;--friends all but now, even

From him that fled, some strange indignity, now,

Which patience could not pass. In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom


I know, Iago, Devesting them for bed : and then, but now, Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter, (As if some planet had unwitted men,)

Making it light to Cassio : Cassio, I love thee; Swords out, and tilting one at another's breast, But never more be officer of mine. In siti blood I ca ot speak Any beginning to this peèyish odds ;

Enter DESDEMONA, attended. And 'would in action glorious I had lost

Look, if my gentle love be not rais'd up;These legs, that brought me to a part of it!

I'll make thee an example. Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot? Des.

What's the matter, dear ? Cas. I pray you, pardon me, I cannot speak. Oth. All's well now, sweeting; Come away to bed.

Oth. Worthy Montano, you were wont be civil; Sir, for your hurts, The gravity and stillness of your youth

Myself will be your surgeon: Lead him off. The world hath noted, and your name is great

[ To Montano, who is led off. In mouths of wisest censure; What's the matter, Iago, look with care about the town; That you unlace your reputation thus,

And silence those whom this vile brawl distracted.-And spend your rich opinion, for the name

Come, Desdemona ; 'tis the soldiers' life, Of a niglit-Israwler ? give me answer to it.

To have their balmy slumbers wak'd with strife. Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger;

[Exeunt all but Iago and Cassio. Your officer, lago, can inform you

Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant ? While I spare speech, which something now offends Cas. Ay, past all surgery. me;

Iago. Marry, heaven forbid ! Of all that I do know : nor know I aught

Cus. Reputation, reputation, reputation ! O, I By me that's said or done amiss this night ;

have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal Unless self-charity be sometime a vice;

part, sir, of myself, and what remains is bestial. And to defend ourselves it be a sin,

My reputation, lago, my reputation. When violence assails us.

Iago. As I am an honest man, I thought you had Oth.

Now, by heaven, received some bodily wound; there is more offence My blood begins my safer guides to rule ;

in that, than in reputation., Reputation is an idle And passion, having my best judgment collied, and most false imposition oft got without merit, Assays to lead the way: If I once stir,

and lost without deserving: You have lost no reOr do but lift this arm, the best of you

putation at all, unless you repute yourself such a Shall sink in my rebuke. Give me to know loser. What, man! there are ways to recover the Ilow this foul rout began, who set it on;

general again : You are but now cast in his mood, And he that is approv'd in this offence,

a punishment more in policy than in malice ; even Though he had twinn'd with me, both at a birth, so as one would beat his offenceless dog, to affright Shall lose me. What! in a town of war,

an imperious lion: sue to him again, and he is your's. Yet wild, the people's hearts brimful of fear,

Cas. I will rather sue to be despised, than to To manage private and domestick quarrel,

deceive so good a commander, with so slight, so In night, and on the court and guard of' safety! drunken, and so indiscreet an officer. Drunk ? and 'Tis monstrous. · Iago, who began it?

speak parrot ? and squabble ? swagger? swear ? and Mon. If partially affin'd, or leagu'd in office, discourse fustian with one's own shadow ?-0 thou Thou dost deliver more or less than truth,

invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be Thou art no soldier.

known by, let us call thee - devil! Iago. Touch me not so near :

Iago. What was he that you followed with your I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth, sword ? What had he done to you? Than it should do offance to Michael Cassio ;

Cas. I know not. Yet, I persuade myself, to speak the truth

Iago. Is it possible ? Shall nothing wrong him. -- Thus it is, general. Cas. I remember a mass of things, but nothing Montano and myself being in speech,

distinctly; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. — 0, There comes a fellow, crying out for help ; that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to And Cassio following him with determin’d sword, steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, To execute upon him : Sir, this gentleman

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As the frec elements. And then for her Cas. It hath pleased the devil, drunkenness, to To win the Moor, - were't to renounce his bapxism, give place to the devil, wrath : one unperfectness | All seals and symbols of redeemed sin, shows me another, to make me frankly despise my- His soul is so enfetter'd to her love, self.

That she may make, unmake, do what she list, Iaco. Come, you are too severe a moraler : As Even as her appetite shall play the god the time, the place, and the condition of this coun- With his weak functio.). How am I then a villain, try stands, I could heartily wish this had not be- To counsel Cassio to this parallel course, fallen; but, since it is as it is, mend it for your own Directly to his good ? Divinity of hell! good.

When devils will their blackest sins put on, Cas. I will ask him for my place again ; he shall They do suggest at first with heavenly shows, tell me, I am a drunkard ! Had I as many mouths As I do now: For while this honest fool as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all. To Plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes, be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, airl pre- And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor, sently a beast! O strange! - Every inordinate cup I'll pour this pestilence into his ear, is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.

That she repeals him for her body's lust; Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar And, by how much she strives to do him good, creature, if it be well used; exclaim no more against She shall undo her credit with the Moor. it. And, good lieutenant, I think, you think I So will I turn her virtue into pitch;

And out of her own goodness make the net, Cas. I have well approved it, sir. I drunk ! That shall enmesh them all.—How now, Roderigo? Iago. You, or any man living, may be drunk at

Enter RODERIGO. some time, man. I'll tell you what you shall do. Our general's wife is now the general; -- I may say Rod. I do follow here in the chace, not like a so in this respect, for that he hath devoted and given hound that hunts, but one that fills up the cry. up himself to the contemplation, mark, and denote. My money is almost spent; I have been to-night ment of her parts and graces : - confess yourself exceedingly well cudgelled; and, I think, the issue freely to hor; importune her ; she'll help to put you

will be — I shall have so much experience for my in your place again : she is of so free, so kind, so pains : and so, with no money at all, and a little apt, so blessed a disposition, that she holds it a vict more wit, return to Venice. in her goodness, not to do more than she is re- Iago. How poor are they, that have not patience !-quested: This broken joint, between you and her What wound did ever heal, but by degrees? husband, entreat her to splinter; and, my fortunes Thou know'st, we work by wit, and not by witchagainst any lay worth namíng, this crack of your

craft ;

3 love shall grow stronger than it was before

And wit depends on dilatory time. Cas. You advise me well.

Does't not go well ? Cassio hath beaten thee, Iago. I protest, in the sincerity of love, and And thou, by that small hurt, hath cashier'd Cassio. honest kindness.

Though other things grow fair against the sun, Cas. I think it freely; and, betimes in the moru- Yet fruits, that blossom first, will first be ripe : ing, I will beseech the virtuous Desdemona to Content thyself a while. By the mass, 'tis moreng; undertake for me: I am desperate of my fortunes, Pleasure, and action, make the hours seem short.if they check me here.

Retire thee; go where thou art billeted :
Iago. You are in the right. Good night, lieute- | Away, I say, thou shalt know more hereafter :
I must to the watch.

Nay, get thee gone. (Erit Ron.] Two things are Cas. Good night, honest Iago. (Erit Cassio.

to be done, Iago. And what's he then, that says,—I play the My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress ; villain ?

I'll set her on;
When this advice is free, I give, and honest, Myself, the while, to draw the Moor apart,
Probal to thinking, and (indeed) the course

And bring him jump when he may Cassio find
To win the Moor again ? For 'tis most easy Soliciting his wike : - Ay, that's the way;
The inclining Desdemona to subdue

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ments ? Enter Cassio, and some Musicians.

1 Mus. Ay, marry, are they, sir.

Clo. O, thereby hangs a tail. Cas. Masters, play here, I will content your pains, 1 Mus. Whereby hangs a tale, sir? Something that's brief; and bid — good-morrow, Clo. Marry, sir, by many a wind instrument that gencral.

[Musick. I know. But, masters, here's money for you : Enter Clown.

and the general so likes your musich, that he Clo. Why, masters, have your instruments been with it.

desires you, of all loves, to make no more noise at Naples, that they speak i'the nose thus ?

1 Mus. Well, sir, we will not. 1 Mus. How, sir, how !

Clo. If you have any music that may not be

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