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His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little:
And, to add greater honors to his age

Than man could give him, he died, fearing God
Kath. After my death I wish no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honor from corruption,
But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me
With thy religious truth, and modesty,
Now in his ashes honor: Peace be with him!-
Patience, be near me still; and set me lower:
I have not long to trouble thee.-Good Griffith,
Cause the musicians play me that sad note
I named my knell, whilst I sit meditating
On that celestial harmony I go to.

Sad and solemn Music.

Grif. She is asleep. Good wench, let's sit down quiet,

For fear we wake her ;-Softly, gentle Patience. The Vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after another, six Personages, clad in white robes, wearing on their heads garlands of bays and golden vizards on their faces: branches of bays or palm in their hands. They first congee unto her, then dance; and, at certain changes, the first two hold a spare garland over her head; at which, the other four make reverend court'sies; then the two that held the garland, deliver the same to the other next two, who observe the same order in their changes, and holding the garland over her head; which done, they deliver the same garland to the last two, who likewise observe the same order: at which, (as it were by inspiration,) she makes in her sleep signs of rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven: and so in their dancing they vanish, carrying the garland with them. The music continues.

Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone?

None, madam.

And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye?
Grif. Madam, we are here.
It is not you I call for:
Saw ye none enter, since I slept?
Kath. No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed troop
Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces
Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun?
They promis'd me eternal happiness;

And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel
I am not worthy yet to wear: I shall,


If my sight fail not,

You should be lord ambassador from the emperor,
My royal nephew, and your name Capucius,
Cap. Madam, the same, your servant.
O, my lord,
The times, and titles, now are alter'd strangely
With me, since first you knew me. But, I pray you,
What is your pleasure with me?
Noble lady,
First, mine own service to your grace; the next,
The king's request that I would visit you;
Who grieves much for your weakness, and by ms
Sends you his princely commendations,
And heartily entreats you take good comfort.
Kath. O my good lord, that comfort comes too

'Tis like a pardon after execution:

That gentle physic, given in time, had cured me ; But now I am past all comforts here, but prayers. How does his highness?

Сар. Madam, in good health. Kath. So may he ever do! and ever flourish, When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor name Banish'd the kingdom!-Patience, is that letter I caus'd you write, yet sent away? Pat.


No, madam.
[Giving it to KATHARINE.
Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver
This to my lord the king.
Most willing, madam.
Kath. In which I have commended to his good-
The model of our chaste loves, his young daugh-
The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her!-
Beseeching him to give her virtuous breeding;
(She is young, and of a noble modest nature;
I hope, she will deserve well;) and a little
To love her for her mother's sake, that lov'd him,
Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition
Is, that his noble grace would have some pity
Upon my wretched women, that so long
Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully:
Of which there is not one, I dare avow,
(And now I should not lie,) but will deserve
For virtue, and true beauty of the soul,
For honesty, and decent carriage,

A right good husband, let him be a noble;
And, sure, those men are happy that shall have


The last is, for my men:-they are the poorest,
But poverty could never draw them from me:-
That they may have their wages duly paid them,

Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good And something over to remember me by;


Possess your fancy.

Bid the music leave,

Kath. They are harsh and heavy to me. [Music ceases. Pat. Do you note, How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden? How long her face is drawn? How pale she looks, And of an earthy cold? Mark you her eyes? Grif. She is going, wench; pray, pray. Pat. Heaven comfort her? Enter a Messenger. Mess. An't like your grace,Kath. You are a saucy fellow: Deserve we no more reverence? Grif You are to blame, Knowing, she will not lose her wonted greatness, To use so rude behaviour: go to, kneel. Mess. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon: My haste made me unmannerly: There is staying A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you. Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith: But this fellow Let me ne'er see again.

[Exeunt GRIFFITH and Messenger.

If heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life,
And able means, we had not parted thus.
These are the whole contents:-And, good my

By that you love the dearest in this world,
As you wish christian peace to souls departed,
Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king
To do me this last right.
By heaven, I will;
Or let me lose the fashion of a man!

Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remember me
In all humility unto his highness:
Say, his long trouble now is passing
Out of this world: tell him, in death I bless'd him,
For so I will.-Mine eyes grow dim.-Farewell,
My lord.-Griffith, farewell.-Nay, Patience,
You must not leave me yet. I must to bed;
Call in more women. When I am dead, good wench,
Let me be used with honor; strew me over
With maiden flowers, that all the world may know
I was a chaste wife to my grave: embalm me,.
Then lay me forth: although unqueen'd, yet like
A queen, and daughter to a king, inter me.
I can no more.- -[Exeunt, leading KATHARINE.
Afterwards queen Mary.

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Came you from the king, my lord?
Gar. I did, sir Thomas; and left him at primero4
With the duke of Suffolk.

I must to him too,
Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave.

Gar. Not yet, sir Thomas Lovell. What's the matter?

It seems, you are in haste: an if there be
No great offence belongs to't, give your friend
Some touch of your late business: Affairs, that

(As, they say spirits do) at midnight, have
In them a wilder nature, than the business
That seeks despatch by day.

My lord, I love you:
And durst commend a secret to your ear
Much weightier than this work. The queen's in

They say, in great extremity; and fear'd,
She'll with the labor end.


The fruit, she goes with, I pray for heartily; that it may find Good time, and live: but for the stock, sir Thomas, I wish it grubb'd up now. Lov. Methinks, I could Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does Deserve our better wishes.

But, sir, sir,

Gar. Hear me, sir Thomas: you are a gentleman Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious; And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well,"Twill not, sir Thomas Lovell, take't of me, Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she, Sleep in their graves. Lov.

Now, sir, you speak of two The most remark'd i' the kingdom. As for Cromwell,Beside that of the jewel-house, he's made master O' the rolls, and the king's secretary; further, sir, Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments, With which the time will load him: The archbishop

Is the king' hand, and tongue; And who dare speak

One syllable against him?
Yes, yes, sir Thomas,
There are that dare; and I myself have ventur'd
To speak my mind of him: and, indeed, this day,
Sir, (I may tell it you,) I think, I have
Incens'd5 the lords o' the council, that he is
(For so I know he is, they know he is)
A most arch heretic, a pestilence
That does infect the land: with which they moved,
Have broken with the king; who hath so far
Given ear to our complaint, (of his great grace
And princely care; foreseeing those fell mischiefs,
Our reasons laid before him,) he hath commanded
To-morrow morning to the council-board
He be convented. He's a rank weed, sir Thomas,
And we must root him out. From your affairs
I hinder you too long: good night, sir Thomas.
Lov. Many good nights, my lord: I rest your
servant. [Exeunt GARDINER and Page.
As LOVELL is going out, enter the KING and the

K. Hen. Charles, I will play no more to-night; My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me.

Suf. Sir, I did never win of you before.
K. Hen. But little, Charles;,

Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.-
Now, Lovell, from the queen what is the news?
Lov. I could not personally deliver to her
What you commanded me, but by her woman
I sent your message; who return'd her thanks
In the greatest humbleness, and desired your high-


Most heartily to pray for her.

K. Hen.

What say'st thou? ha? To pray for her? what, is she crying out? Lov. So said her woman; and that her sufferance made Almost each pang a death. K. Hen. Alas, good lady! Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and With gentle travail, to the gladding of Your highness with an heir!

K. Hen.

'Tis midnight, Charles, Pr'ythee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember The estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone, For I must think of that, which company Will not be friendly to. Suf. I wish your highness A quiet night, and my good mistress will Remember in my prayers. K. Hen.

Charles, good night. [Exit SUFFOLK.

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K. Hen.

Pray you, arise,

My good and gracious lord of Canterbury.
Come, you and I must walk a turn together;
I have news to tell you: Come, come, give me
your hand.

Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak,
I have, and most unwillingly, of late
And am right sorry to repeat what follows:
Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord,
Grievous complaints of you; which, being con

This morning come before us; where, I know,
Have mov'd us and our council, that you shall
You cannot with such freedom purge yourself,
Which will require your answers, you must take
But that, till further trial in those charges
your patience to you, and be well contented
To make your house our Tower: You a brother of
It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness
Would come against you.



And am right glad to catch this good occasion
I humbly thank your highness,
Most thoroughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff
And corn shall fly asunder: for, I know,
There's none stands under more calumnious

A game at cards. • Set on. •Told their minds to. Than I myself, poor man.


• One of the council.

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Are many, and not small; their practices
Must bear the same proportion: and not ever
The justice and the truth o' the question carries
The due o' the verdict with it: At what ease
Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt
To swear against you? such things have been done.
You are potently oppos'd; and with a malice
Of as great size. Ween9 you of better luck.
I mean in perjur'd witness, than your Master,
Whose minister you are, whiles here he liv'd'
Upon this naughty earth? Go to, go to;
You take a precipice for no leap of danger,
And woo your own destruction.


God, and your majesty, Protect mine innocence, or I fall into The trap is laid for me!

Be of good cheer;

K. Hen. They shall no more prevail, than we give way to. Keep comfort to you; and this morning see You do appear before them: if they shall chance, In charging you with matters, to commit you, The best persuasions to the contrary Fail not to use, and with what vehemency The occasion shall instruct you: if entreaties Will render you no remedy, this ring Deliver them, and your appeal to us

There make before them.-Look, the good man weeps!

He's honest, on mine honor. God's blest mother!
I swear, he is true-hearted; and a soul
None better in my kingdom.-Get you gone.
And do as I have bid you.-[Exit CRANMER.] He
has strangled

His language in his tears.

Enter an old Lady.

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That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me,
To make great haste. All fast? what means this?

Who waits there?-Sure you know me?
D. Keep.

But yet I cannot help you.


Yes, my lord;

D. Keep. Your grace must wait till you be call'd





Butts. This is a piece of malice; I am glad
I came this way so happily: The king
Shall understand it presently.
Cran. [Aside.]

[Exit BUTTS. 'Tis Butts, The king's physician: As he past along, How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me! Pray heaven, he sound not my disgrace! For certain,

This is of purpose lay'd, by some that hate me, (God turn their hearts! I never sought their malice,) To quench mine honor: they would shame tó

make me

Wait else at door; a fellow-counsellor, Among boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their pleasures

Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.

Enter, at a Window above, the KING and BUTTS. Butts. I'll show your grace the strangest sight, K. Hen. What's that, Butts? Butts. I think your highness saw this many a day. K. Hen. Body o' me, where is it? Butts. There, my lord' The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury; Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursuivants, Pages, and footboys.

K. Hen.

Ha! 'Tis he, indeed:

Is this the honor they do one another?
'Tis well, there's one above them yet. I had thought,
They had parted so much honesty amongst them,
(At least, good manners,) as not thus to suffer
A man of his place, and so near our favor,

To dance attendance on their lordship's pleasures,
And at the door too, like a post with packets.
By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery:
Let them alone, and draw the curtain close;
We shall hear more anon.-

The Council-Chamber.


Enter the Lord Chancellor, the DUKES OF SUFFOLK and NORFOLK, EARL OF SURREY, Lord Chamberlain, GARDINER, and CROMWELL. The Chancellor places himself at the upper end of the Table, on the left hand; a Seat being left void above him, as for the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY. The rest seat themselves in order on each side. CROMWELL at the lower end as SecretaryChan. Speak to the business, master secretary = Why are we met in council? Crom. Please your honors, The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury. Gar. Has he had knowledge of it? Crom.


Yes. Who waits there?


D. Keep. Without, my noble lords? Gar.

D. Keep.

My lord archbishop; And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures. Chan. Let him come in.'

D. Keep. Your grace may enter now [CRANMER approaches the Council-Table. Chan. My good lord archbishop, I am very sorry To sit here at this present, and behold That chair stand empty: But we all are men, In our own natures frail; out of which frailty, And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us, Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a little, Toward the king first, then his laws, in filling The whole realm, by your teaching, and your chaplains,

(For so we are inform d,) with new opinions, Divers and dangerous, which are heresies, And, not reform'd, may prove pernicious.

Gar. Which reformation must be sudden too, My noble lords: for those that tame wild horses, Pace them not in their hands to make them gentle But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spur


Till they obey the manage. If we suffer
(Out of our easiness and childish pity
To one man's honor) this contagious sickness,
Farewell, all physic; And what follows then?
Commotions, uproars, with a general taint

Of the whole state: as, of late days, our neighbors,
The upper Germany, can dearly witness,
Yet freshly pitied in our memories.

Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the progress
Both of my life and office, I have labor'd,
And with no little study, that my teaching,
And the strong course of my authority,
Might go one way, and safely; and the end
Was ever, to do well; nor is there living,
(I speak it with a single heart, my lords,)
A man, that more detests, more stirs against,
Both in his private conscience, and his place,
Defacers of a public peace, than I do.
'Pray heaven, the king may never find a heart
With less allegiance in it! Men, that make
Envy, and crooked malice, nourishment,
Dare bite the best. I do beseech your lordships,
That, in this case of justice, my accusers,

Be what they will, may stand forth face to face, And freely urge against me.


Nay, my lord, That cannot be; you are a counsellor, And, by that virtue, no man dare accuse you. Gar. My lord, because we have business of more moment,

We will be short with you. "Tis his highness' pleasure,

And our consent, for better trial of you,
From hence you be committed to the Tower;
Where, being but a private man again,
You shall know many dare accuse you boldly,
More than, I fear, you are provided for.

Cran.Ah, my good lord of Winchester, I thank you,
You are always my good friend; if your will pass,
I shall both find your lordship judge and juror,
You are so merciful; I see your end,
'Tis my undoing: Love, and meekness, lord,
Become a churchman better than ambition;
Win straying souls with modesty again,
Cast none away. That I shall clear myself,
Lay all the weight ye can upon my patience,
I make as little doubt, as you do conscience,
In doing daily wrongs. I could say more,
But reverence to your calling makes me modest.
Gar. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary,
That's the plain truth; your painted gloss discovers,
To men that understand you, words and weakness.
Crom. My lord of Winchester, you are a little,
By your good favor, too sharp; men so noble,
However faulty, yet should find respect
For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty,
To load a falling man.


Good master secretary, I cry your honor mercy; you may, worst Of all this table, say so.


Why, my lord?

Gar. Do not I know you for a favorer Of this new sect? Ye are not sound. Crom.

Not sound?
Gar. Not sound, I say.
'Would you were half so honest!
Men's prayers then would seek you, not their fears.
Gar. I shall remember this bold language.

Remember your bold life too.

Forbear, for shame, my lords.


This is too much;

I have done.


And I. Chan. Then thus for you, my lord,-It stands agreed,

I take it, by all voices, that forthwith
You be convey'd to the Tower a prisoner;
There to remain, till the king's further pleasure
Be known unto us: Are you all agreed, lords?
All. We are.
Is there no other way of mercy,
But I must needs to the Tower, my lords?
What other

Would you expect? You are strangely troublesome!
Let some o' the guard be ready there.

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In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince;
Not only good and wise, but most religious:
One that, in all obedience, makes the church
The chief aim of his honor; and, to strengthen
That holy duty, out of dear respect,
His royal self in judgment comes to hear
The cause betwixt her and this great offender!
K. Hen. You were ever good at sudden commen

Bishop of Winchester. But know, I come not
To hear such flattery now, and in my presence;
They are too thin and base to hide offences.
To me you cannot reach; you play the spaniel,
And think with wagging of your tongue to win me
But whatsoe'er thou tak'st me for, I am sure,
Thou hast a cruel nature, and a bloody.-
Good man, [To CRANMER.] sit down. Now let me
see the proudest

He, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee:
By all's that's holy, he had better starve,
Than but once think this place becomes thee not.
Sur. May it please your grace,-

K. Hen.

No, sir, it does not please me.

I had thought I had had men of some understanding

And wisdom, of my council; but I find none.
Was it discretion, lords, to let this man,
This good man, (few of you deserve that title,).
This honest man, wait like a lousy footboy
At chamber door? and one as great as you are?
Why, what a shame was this? Did my commis-


Bid ye so far forget yourselves! I gave ye
Power, as he was a counsellor, to try him,
Not as a groom: There's some of ye, I see,
More out of malice than integrity,
Would try him to the utmost, had ye mean;
Which ye shall never have; while I live.


Thus far My most dread sovereign, may it like your grace, To let my tongue excuse all. What was purpos'd Concerning his imprisonment, was rather (If there be faith in men) meant for his trial, And fair purgation to the world, than malice, I am sure, in me.

K. Hen.

Well, well, my lords, respect him;
Take him, and use him well, he's worthy of it.
I will say thus much for him, If a prince
May be beholden to a subject, I

Am, for his love and service, so to him.
Make me no more ado, but all embrace him?
Be friends, for shame, my lords.-My lord of Can-

I have a suit which you must not deny me;
That is, a fair young maid that yet wants baptism,
You must be godfather, and answer for her.
Cran. The greatest monarch now alive may glory
In such an honor; How may I deserve it,
That am a poor and humble subject to you?
K. Hen. Come, come, my lord, you'd spare your
spoons; you shall have'

1 It was an ancient custom for sponsors to present spoons to their god-children.

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draw mine honor in, and let them win the work. The devil was amongst them, I think, surely.

Port. These are the youths that thunder at a play-house, and fight for bitten apples; that no audience, but the Tribulation of Tower-hill, or the Limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able to endure. I have some of them in Limbo Patrum,' and there they are like to dance these three days; besides the running banquet of two beadles, that

K. Hen. Good man, those joyful tears show thy is to come. true heart.

The common voice, I see, is verified

Of thee, which says thus, Do my lord of Canter-

A shrewd turn, and he is your friend for ever.—
Come, lords, we trifle time away; I long
To have this young one made a Christian.
As I have made ye one, lords, one remain;
So I grow stronger, you more honor gain.



SCENE III.-The Palace Yard. Noise and Tumult within. Enter Porter and his Port. You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals: Do you take the court for Paris-garden ?2 ye rude slaves, leave your gaping.3

[Within.] Good master porter, I belong to the


Port. Belong to the gallows, and be hanged, you rogue: Is this the place to roar in ?-Fetch me a dozen crab-tree staves, and strong ones; these are but switches to them.-I'll scratch your heads: You must be seeing christenings? Do you look for ale and Cake here, you rude rascals?

Man. Pray, sir, be patient; 'tis as much impos


(Unless we sweep them from the door with cannons)

To scatter them, as 'tis to make them sleep
On May-day morning; which will never be:
We may as well push against Paul's, as stir them.
Por. How got they in, and be hang'd?
Man. Alas, I know not: How gets the tide in?
As much as one sound cudgel of four foot
You see the poor remainder) could distribute,
made no spare, sir.


You did nothing, sir. Man. I am not Samson, nor sir Guy, nor Colbrand, to mow them down before me: but, if I spared any, that had a head to hit, either young or old, he or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker, let me never hope to see a chine again; and that I would not for a cow, God save her.

[Within.] Do you hear, master porter? Port. I shall be with you presently, good master puppy. Keep the door close, sirrah.

Man. What would you have me do?

Port. What should you do but knock them down by the dozens? Is this Moorfields to muster in? or have we some strange Indian with the great tool come to court, the women so besiege us? Bless me, what a fry of fornication is at door! On my Christian conscience, this one christening will beget a thousand; here will be father, godfather, and all together.

Man. The spoons will be the bigger, sir. There is a fellow somewhat near the door, he should be a brazier by his face, for, o' my conscience, twenty of the dog-days now reign in's nose; all that stand about him are under the line, they need no other penance: That fire-drake did I hit three times on the head, and three times was his nose discharged against me; he stands there, like a mortar-piece, to blow us. There was a haberdasher's wife of small wit near him that railed upon me till her pink'd porringer fell off her head, for kindling such a combustion in the state. I miss'd the meteor once, and hit that woman, who cried out, clubs! when I might see from far some forty truncheoneers draw to her succor, which were the hope of the Strand, where she was quartered. They fell on; I made good my place; at length they came to the broomstaff with me, I defied them still; when sundenly a file of boys behind them, loose shot, delivered such a shower of pebbles, that I was fain to The bear garden on the Bank-side. • Roaring. Guy of Warwick, nor Colbrand the Danish giant." • Pink'd cap.

The brazier.

Enter the Lord Chamberlain.

Cham. Mercy o' me, what a multitude are here. They grows still too, from all parts they are com


As if we kept a fair here! Where are these porters,

These lazy 'knaves?-Ye have made a fine hand,


There's a trim rabble let in: Are all these

Your faithful friends o' the suburbs? We shall have
Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies,
When they pass back from the christening.
An't please your honor,
We are but men; and what so many may do,
Not being torn a pieces, we have done :
An army cannot rule them.

As I live,
If the king blame me for't, I'll lay ye all
Clap round fines, for neglect: You are lazy knaves;
By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads
And here ye lie baiting of bumbards,9 when
Ye should do service. Hark, the trumpets sound;
They are come already from the christening:
Go, break among the press, and find a way out
To let the troop pass fairly; or I'll find

A Marshalsea, shall hold you play these two months.
Port. Make way there for the princess.
Man. You great fellow, stand close up, or
make your head ache.


Port. You i' the camblet, get up o' the rail; I'll pick you o'er the pales else.


SCENE IV.-The Palace.2 Enter Trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen, Lord Mayor, Garter, CRANMER, DUKE OF NOR FOLK, with his Marshal's Staff, DUKE OF SUF FOLK, two Noblemen bearing great standing Bowls for the Christening Gifts; then four Noblemen, bearing a Canopy, under which the DUCHESS OF NORFOLK, Godmother, bearing Child richly habited in a Mantle, &c., Train borne by a Lady, then follows the MARCHION OF DORSET, the other Godmother, and Ladies. The Troop pass once about the Stage, and Garter speaks.



Gart. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send, prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty princess of England, Elizabeth.

Flourish. Enter KING and Train.

Cran. [Kneeling.] And to your royal grace, and the good queen,

My noble partners, and myself, thus pray:-
All comfort, joy, in this most gracious lady,
Heaven ever laid up to make parents happy,
May hourly fall upon ye!

K. Hen. Thank you, good lord archbishop;
What is her name?

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