When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I,
For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son.
Riv. Then curs'd she Hastings, then curs'
Then curs'd she Richard:-0, remember, God,
To hear her prayers for them, as now for us!
And for my sister, and her princely sons,-
Be satisfied, dear God, with our true bloods,
Which, as thou know'st, unjustly must be spilt!
Rat. Make haste, the hour of death is expiate.'
Riv. Come, Grey,-come, Vaughan,-let us here
embrace:
Farewell, until we meet again in heaven. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.—London. A room in the Tower.
Buckingham, Stanley, Hastings, the bishop of
Ely, Catesby, Lovel, and others, sitting at a
table: officers of the council attending.
Hast. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are
Is-to determine of the coronation:
In God's name, speak, when is the royal day?
Buck. Are all things ready for that royal time?
Stan. They are; and wants but nomination.
Ely. To-morrow then I judge a happy day.
Buck. Who knows the lord protector's
herein ?
Who is most inward2 with the noble duke?
Ely. Your grace, we think, should soonest know
his mind.
Buck. We know each other's faces: for our
hearts,-
He knows no more of mine, than I of yours;
Nor I, of his, my lord, than you of mine:-
Lord Hastings, you and he are near in leve
Hast. I thank his grace, I know he loves
But, for his purpose in the coronation,
I have not sounded him, nor he deliver'd
His gracious pleasure any way therein:
But you, my noble lord, may name the time;
And in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice,
Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part.
Enter Gloster.
Ely. In happy time, here comes the duke himself.
Glo. My noble lords and cousins, all, good mor-
To-morrow, in my judgment, is too sudden;
For I myself am not so well provided,
As else I would be, were the day prolong'd.
Re-enter bishop of Ely.
Ely. Where is my lord protector? I have sent For these strawberries.
Hast. His grace looks cheerfully and smooth this
morning;
There's some conceit or other likes him well,
When he doth bid good morrow with such spirit
I think, there's ne'er a man in Christendom,
Can lesser hide his love, or hate, than he;
For by his face straight shall you know his heart.
Stan. What of his heart perceive you in his face,
By any likelihood he show'd to-day?
Hast. Marry, that with no man here he is of
fended;
For, were he, he had shown it in his looks.
Re-enter Gloster and Buckingham.
Glo. I pray you all, tell me what they deserve
That do conspire my death with devilish plots
Of damned witchcraft; and that have prevail'd
Upon my body with their hellish charms?
Hast. The tender love I bear your grace, my lord,
Makes me most forward in this noble presence
To doom the offenders: Whosoe'er they be,
I say, my lord, they have deserved death.
Glo. Then be your eyes the witness of their evil
Look how I am bewitch'd; behold mine arm
Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up:
And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch,
Consorted with that harlot, strumpet Shore,
That by their witchcraft thus have marked me.
Hast. If they have done this deed, my noble
Glo. If thou protector of this damned strumpet,
Talk'st thou to me of ifs ?-Thou art a traitor:-
Off with his head :-now, by saint Paul I swear,
I will not dine until I see the same.-
Lovel, and Catesby, look, that it be done;
The rest that love me, rise, and follow me.
[Exeunt council, with Gloster and Buckingham.
Hast. Wo, wo, for England! not a whit for me;
For I, too fond,4 might have prevented this:
Stanley did dream, the boar did rase his helm ;
But I disdain'd it, and did scorn to fiv.
I have been long a sleeper; but, I trust,
My absence doth neglect no great design,
Three times to-day my foot-cloth horse did stumble
Which by my presence might have been concluded. And startled, when he look'd upon the Tower,
Buck. Had you not come upon your cue, my lord, As loath to bear me to the slaughter-house.
William lord Hastings had pronoune'd your part,-O, now I want the priest that spake to me :
I mean, your voice,-for crowning of the king.
Glo. Than my lord Hastings, no man might be
bolder;
His lordship knows me well, and loves me well.
My lord of Ely, when I was last in Holborn,
I saw good strawberries in your garden there;
I do beseech you send for some of them.
Ely. Marry, and will, my lord, with all my heart.
[Exit Ely.
Glo. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you.
[Takes him aside.
Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our business;
And finds that testy gentleman so hot,
That he will lose his head, ere give consent,
His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it,
Shall lose the royalty of England's throne.
Buck. Withdraw yourself awhile, I'll go with
vou. [Exeunt Gloster and Buckingham.
Stan. We have not yet set down this day of
triumph.
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I now repent I told the pursuivant,
As too triumphing, how mine enemies,
To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd,
And I'myself secure in grace and favour.
O, Margaret, Margaret, now thy heavy curse
Is lighted on poor Hastings' wretched head.
Cate. Despatch, my lord, the duke would be at
dinner;
Make a short shrift, he longs to see your head.
Hast. O momentary grace of mortal men,
Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!
Who builds his hope in air of your fair looks,
Lives live a drunken sailor on a mast;
Ready, with every nod, to tumble down
Into the fatal bowels of the deep.
Lov. Come, come, despatch; 'tis bootless to cr
Hast. O, bloody Richard!-miserable England' prophesy the fearful'st time to thee, That ever wretched age hath look'd upon.
me, lead me to lock, bear him my head;
ey smile at ne, who shortly shall be dead.
[Exeunt. SCENE V.-The same. The Tower walls. Enter Gloster and Buckingham, in rusty armour, marvellous ill-favoured.
Glo. Come, cousin, canst thou quake, and change thy colour?
Murder thy breath in middle of a word,-
And then again begin, and stop again,
As if thou wert distraught, and mad with terror?
Buck. Tut, I can counterfeit the deep tragedian;
Speak, and look back, and pry on every side,
Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,
Intending' deep suspicion: ghastly looks
Are at my service, like enforced smiles;
And both are ready in their offices,
At any time, to grace my stratagems.
But what, is Catesby gone?
Because, my lord we would have had you heard
The traitor speak, and timorously confess
The manner and the purpose of his treasons;
Unto the citizens, who, haply, may
That you might well have signified the same
Misconstrue us in him, and wail his death.
May. But, my good lord, your grace's word shall serve,
As well as I had seen, and heard him speak:
And do not doubt, right noble princes both,
But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens
With all your just proceedings in this case.
Glo. And to that end we wish'd your lordship
here,
To avoid the censures of the carping world.
Buck. But since you came too late of our intent,
Yet witness what you hear we did intend :
And so, my good ford mayor, we bid farewell.
[Exit Lord Mayor.
Glo. Go after, after, cousin Buckingham,
Glo. He is; and, see, he brings the mayor along. The mayor towards Guildhall hies him in all post ··
Glo. Look back, defend thee, here are enemies. Buck. God and our innocence defend and guard us!
Enter Lovel and Ratcliff, with Hastings' head. Glo. Be patient, they are friends; Rateliff and Lovel.
Lov. Here is the head of that ignoble traitor, The dangerous and unsuspected Hastings.
Glo. So dear I lov'd the man, that I must weep. took him for the plainest harmless't creature, That breath'd upon the earth a Christian; Made him my book, wherein my soul recorded The history of all her secret thoughts:
So smooth he daub'd his vice with show of virtue,
That, his apparent open guilt omitted,-
I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife,-
He liv'd from all attainder of suspect.
Buck. Well, well, he was the covert'st shelter'd
at ever liv'd.-Look you, my lord mayor,
uld you imagine, or almost believe,
rc' not, that by great preservation
live to tell it you,) the subtle traitor
day had plotted in the council-house,
murder me, and my good lord of Gloster?
May. What! had he so?
Glo. What! think you we are Turks, or infidels? Or that we would, against the form of law, Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death; But that the extreme peril of the case, The peace of England, and our persons' safety, Enfore'd us to this execution?
May. Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his death; And your good graces both have well proceeded, To warn false traitors from the like attempts. I never look'd for better at his hands, After he once fell in with mistress Shore. Buck. Yet had we not determin'd he should die, Until your lordship came to see his end; Which now the loving haste of these our friends, Somewhat against our meaning, hath prevented: (2) Original draft.
There, at your meetest vantage of the time,
Infer the bastardy of Edward's children:
Tell them how Edward put to death a citizen,
Only for saying-he would make his son
Heir to the crown; meaning, indeed, his house,
Which, by the sign thereof, was termed so.
Moreover, urge his hateful luxury,
And bestial appetite in change of lust;
Which stretch'd unto their servants, daughters,
wives,
Even where his raging eye, or savage heart,
Without control, listed to make his prey,
Nay, for a need, thus far come near my person :-
Tell them, when that my mother went with child
Of that insatiate Edward, noble York,
My princely father, then had wars in France;
And, by just computation of the time,
Found, that the issue was not his begot;
Being nothing like the noble duke my father:
Which well appeared in his lineaments,
Yet touch this sparingly, as 'twere far off;
Because, my lord, you know, my mother lives.
Buck. Doubt not, my lord; I'll play the orator,
As if the golden fee, for which I plead,
Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu.
Glo. If you thrive well, bring them to Baynard's
Where you shall find me well accompanied,
With reverend fathers, and well-learned bishops.
Buck. Igo; and, towards three or four o'clock,
Look for the news that the Guildhall affords.
[Exit Buckingham.
Glo. Go, Lovel, with all speed to doctor Shaw,
Go thou [to Cate.] to friar Penker ;-bid them both
Meet me, within this hour, at Baynard's castle.
[Exeunt Lovel and Catesby
Now will I in, to take some privy order
To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight;
And to give notice, that no manner of person
Have, any time, recourse unto the princes. [Er
SCENE VI.-A street. Enter a Scrivener. Scriv. Here is the indictment of the good lord Hastings;
Which in a set hand fairly is engross'd,
That it may be to-day read o'er in Paul's.
And mark how well the sequel hangs together:-
Eleven hours I have spent to write it over,
For yesternight by Catesby was it sent me ;
The precedent was full as long a-doing:
And yet within these five hours Hastings liv,
Untainted, unexamin'd, free, at liberty.
Here's a good world the while!-Who is so gross
That cannot see this palpable device?
Yet who so bold, but says-he sees it not?
Bad is the word; and all will come to nought,
When such bad dealing must be seen in thought.
[Exil.
SCENE VII.-The same. Court of Baynard's
stle. Enter Gloster and Buckingham, meeting.
Glo. How now? how now? what say the citizens?
Buck. Now by the holy mother of our Lord,
The citizens are mum, say not a word.
Glo. Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's chil-
dren?
Buck. I did; with his contract with lady Lucy,
And his contract by deputy in France;
The insatiate greediness of his desires,
And his enforcement of the city wives;
His tyranny for trifles; his own bastardy,-
As being got, your father then in France;
And his resemblance, being not like the duke.
Vithal, I did infer your lineaments,-
eing the right idea of your father,
Both in your form and nobleness of mind:
Laid open all your victories in Scotland,
Your discipline in war, wisdom in peace,
Your bounty, virtue, fair humility;
Indeed, left nothing, fitting for your purpose,
Untouch'd, or slightly handled, in discourse."
And, when my oratory grew to an end,
I bade them, that did love their country's good,
Cry-God save Richard, England's royal king!
Glo. And did they so?
Buck. No, so God help me, they spake not a word;
But, like dumb statues, or breathless stones,
Star'd on each other, and look'd deadly pale.
Which when I saw, I reprehended them;
And ask'd the mayor, what meant this wilful silence:
His answer was,-the people were not us'd
To be spoke to but by the recorder.
Then he was urg'd to tell my tale again:
Thus saith the duke, thus hath the duke inferr'd;
But nothing spoke in warrant from himself.
When he had done, some followers of mine own,
At lower end o' the hall, hurl'd up their caps,
And some ten voices cried, God save king Richard!
And thus I took the vantage of those few,-
Thanks, gentle citizens, and friends, quoth I;
This general applause, and cheerful shout,
Argues your wisdom, and your love to Richard:
And even here brake off and came away.
Glo. What tongueless blocks were they; would
they not speak?
Will not the mayor then, and his brethren, come?
Buck. The mayor is here at hand; intend' some
Be not you spoke with, but by mighty suit:
And look you get a prayer-book in your hand,
And stand between two churchmen, good my lord;
For on that ground I'll make a holy descant:
And be not easily won to our requests;
Play the maid's part, still answer nay, and take it.
Glo. I go; and if you plead as well for them,
As I can say nay to thee for myself,
No doubt we'll bring it to a happy issue.
Buck. Go, go, up to the leads; the lord mayor
knocks;
[Exit Gloster.
Enter the Lord Mayor, Aldermen, and Citizens.
Welcome, my lord; I dance attendance here;
I think, the duke will not be spoke withal.-
Enter, from the castle, Catesby.
Now, Catesby! what says your lord to my request?
(2) couch. (3) Fatten.
(!` Pretend.
Cate. He doth entreat your grace, my noble lord,
To visit him to-morrow, or next day:
He is within, with two right reverend fathers,
Divinely bent to meditation;
And in no worldly suit would he be mov'd,
To draw him from his holy exercise.
Buck. Return, good Catesby, to the gracious duke
Tell him, myself, the may or and aldermen,
In deep designs, in matter of great moment,
No less importing than our general good,
Are come to have some conference with his grace.
Cate. I'll signify so much unto him straight.
[Exit. Buck. Ah, ha, my lord, this prince is not as Edward!
He is not lolling on a lewd day-bed,2
But on his knees at meditation;
Not dallying with a brace of courtezans,
But meditating with two deep divines;
Not sleeping, to engross his idle body,
But praying, to enrich his watchful soul:
Happy were England, would this virtuous prince
Take on himself the sovereignty thereof:
But, sure, I fear, we shall ne'er win him to it.
May. Marry, God defend, his grace should say
us nay!
Buck. I fear, he will: Here Catesby comes again;
Re-enter Catesby.
Now, Catesby, what says his grace?
Cale. He wonders to what end you have assem
bled
Such troops of citizens to come to him,
His grace not being warn'd thereof before,
He fears, my lord, you mean no good to him.
Buck. Sorry I am, my noble cousin should
Suspect me, that I mean no good to him:
By heaven, we come to him in perfect love;
And so once more return and tell his grace.
[Exit Catesby
When holy and devout religious men
Are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence:
So sweet is zealous contemplation.
Enter Gloster, in a gallery above, between kwo
Bishops. Catesby returns.
May. See, where his grace stands 'tween two
clergymen !
Buck. Two props of virtue for a Christian prince
To stay him from the fall of vanity:
And, see, a book of prayer in his hand;
True ornaments to know a holy man.-
Famous Plantagenet, most gracious prince,
Lend favourable ear to our requests;
And pardon us the interruption
Of thy devotion, and right Christian zeal.
Glo. My lord, there needs no such apology;
I rather do beseech you pardon me,
Who, earnest in the service of my God,
Neglect the visitation of my friends.
But, leaving this, what is your grace's pleasure?
Buck. Even that, I hope, which pleaseth God
And all good men of this ungovern'd isle.
Glo. Ido suspect, I have done some offence,
That seems disgracious in the city's eye;
And that you come to reprehend my ignorance.
Buck. You have, my lord; Would it might please
On our entreaties to amend your fault!
Glo. Else wherefore breathe I in a Christiar land?
Buck. Know, then, it your fault, that you
The supreme seat, the throne majestical,
The scepter'd office of your ancestors,
Your state of fortune, and your due of birth,
The lineal glory of your royal house,
To the corruption of a blemish'd stock:
Whilst, in the mildness of your sleepy thoughts
(Which here we waken to our country's good,)
The noble isle doth want her proper limbs;
Her face defac'd with sears of infamy,
Her royal stock graft with ignoble plants,
And almost shoulder'd' in the swallowing gulf
Of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion.
Which to recure, we heartily solicit
Your gracious self to take on you the charge
And kingly government of this your land:
Not as protector, steward, substitute,
Or lowly factor for another's gain:
But as successively, from blood to blood,
Your right of birth, your empery, your own.
For this, consorted with the citizens,
Your very worshipful and loving friends,
And by their vehement instigation,
In this just suit come I to move your grace.
Glo. I cannot tell, if to depart in silence,
Or bitterly to speak in your reproof,
Best fitteth my degree, or your condition:
If, not to answer,-you might haply think,
Tongue-tied ambition, not replying, yielded
To bear the golden yoke of sovereignty,
Which fondly you would here impose on me;
If to reprove you for this suit of yours,
So season'd with your faithful love to me,
Then, on the other side, I check'd my friends.
Therefore,-to speak, and to avoid the first;
And, then in speaking, not to incur the last,-
Definitively thus I answer you.
Your love deserves my thanks; but my desert
Unmeritable, shuns your high request.
First, if all obstacles were cut away,
And that my path were even to the crown,
As the ripe revenue and due of birth;
Yet so much is my poverty of spirit,
So mighty, and so many, my defects,
That I would rather hide me from my greatness,
Being a bark to brook no mighty sea,-
Than in my greatness covet to be hid,
And in the vapour of my glory smother'd.
But, God be thank'd, there is no need of me;
(And much I need to help you, if need were ;)
The royal tree hath left us royal fruit,
Which, mellow'd by the stealing hours of time,
Will well become the seat of majesty,
And make, no doubt, us happy by his reign.
On him I lay what you would lay on me,
The right and fortune of his happy stars,-
Which, God defend, that I should wring from him!
Buck. My lord, this argues conscience in your
grace;
But the respects thereof are nice and trivial,
All circumstances well consider'd.
You say, that Edward is your brother's son;
So зay we too, but not by Edward's wife:
For first he was contract to lady Lucy,
Your mother lives a witness to his vow;
And afterwards by substitute betroth'd
To Bona, sister to the king of France.
These both put by, a poor petitioner,
A care-craz'd mother to a many sons,
A beauty-waning and distressed widow,
Even in the afternoon of her best days,
Made prize and purchase of his wanton eye,
Seduc'd the pitch and height of all his thoughts
(1) Thrust into. (2) Recover. (3) Empire.
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I am unfit for state and majesty :-
I do beseech you, take it not amiss;
I cannot, nor I will not, yield to you.
Buck. If you refuse it,-as in love and zeal,
Loath to depose the child, your brother's son;
As well we know your tenderness of heart,
And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse,
Which we have noted in you to your kindred,
And equally, indeed, to all estates,-
Yet know, whe'r you accept our suit or no,
Your brother's son shall never reign our king;
But we will plant some other in your throne,
To the disgrace and downfall of your house.
And, in this resolution, here we leave you;
Come, citizens, we will entreat no more.
[Exeunt Buckingham and Citizens. Cate. Call them again, sweet prince, accept their suit;
If you deny them, all the land will rue it.
Glo. Will you enforce me to a world of cares? Well, call them again; I am not made of stone, But penetrable to your kind entreaties, [Ex. Cate. Albeit against my conscience and my soul.
Re-enter Buckingham, and the rest.
Cousin of Buckingham, and sage, grave men,-
Since you will buckle fortune on my back,
To bear her burden, whe'r I will, or no,
I must have patience to endure the load:
But if black scandal, or foul-fac'd reproach
Attend the sequel of your imposition,
Your mere enforcement shall acquittance me
From all the impure blots and stains thereof;
For God he knows, and you may partly sce,
How far I am from the desire of this.
May. God bless your grace! we see it, and will say it.
Glo. In saying so, you shall but say the truth. Buck. Then I salute you with this roval title,Long live king Richard, England's worthy king' All. Amen.
Buck. To-morrow may it please you to be crown'd?
Glo. Even when you please, since you will have it so.
Buck. To-morrow then we will attend your
And so, most joyfully, we take our leave. Glo. Come, let us to our holy work again.— [To the Bishops Farewell, good cousin ;-farewell, gentle friends. [Exeunt (6) Pity
(4) Want ability. (5) Minute.
Anne. No further than the Tower; and, as I guess, Upon the like devotion as yourselves,
To gratulate the gentle princes there.
Anne. And I with all unwillingness will go. O, would to God, that the inclusive verge Of golden metal, that must round my brow, Were red-hot steel, to sear3 me to the brain! Anointed let me be with deadly venom; And die, ere men can say-God save the queen!
Q. Eliz. Go, go, poor soul, I envy not thy glery To feed my humour, wish thyself no harm. Anne. No! why ?-When he, that is my husband
Came to me, as I follow'd Henry's corse;
Q. Eliz. Kind sister, thanks; we'll enter all When scarce the blood was well wash'd from 1s
And, in good time, here the lieutenant comes.-
Master lieutenant, pray you, by your leave,
How doth the prince, and my young son of York?
Brak. Right well, dear madam: By your
tience,
I may not suffer you to visit them;
The king hath strictly charg'd the contrary.
Q. Eliz. The king? who's that?
Brak.
Which issu'd from my other angel husband,
And that dead saint which then I weeping follow' ;
O, when, I say, I look'd on Richard's face,
This was my wish,-Be thou, quoth I, accurs'd,
For making me, so young, so old a widow!
pa-And, when thou wedd'st, let sorrow haunt thy bed;
And be thy wife (if any be so mad)
More miserable by the life of thee,
I mean, the lord protector. Q. Eliz. The Lord protect him from that kingly
Hath he set bounds between their love, and me?
I am their mother, who shall bar me from them?
Duch. I am their father's mother, I will see them.
Anne. Their aunt I am in law, in love their
mother:
Then bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy blame,
And take thy office from thee, on thy peril.
Brak. No, madam, no, I may not leave it so; I am bound by oath, and therefore pardon me. [Exit Brakenbury.
Enter Stanley. Stan. Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence,
And I'll salute your grace of York as mother,
And reverend looker-on of two fair queens.-
Come, madam, you must straight to Westminster.
[To the duchess of Gloster.
There to be crowned Richard's royal queen.
Q. Eliz. Ah, cut my lace asunder!
That my pent heart may have some scope to beat,
Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news.
Anne. Despiteful tidings! O unpleasing news! Dor. Be of good cheer:-Mother, how fares your grace?
Q. Eliz. O Dorset, peak not to me, get thee gone, Death and destruction dog thee at the heels; Thy mother's name is ominous to children: If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas, And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell. Go, hic thee, hie thee, from this slaughter-house, Lest thou increase the number of the dead;
Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death!
Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again,
Even in so short a space, my woman's heart
Grossly grew captive to his honey words,
And prov'd the subject of mine own soul's curse:
Which ever since hath held mine eyes from rest;
For never yet one hour in his bed
Did I enjoy the golden dew of sleep,
But with his timorous dreams was still awak'd.
And will, no doubt, shortly be rid of me.
Besides, he hates me for my father Warwick;
Q. Eliz. Poor heart, adieu: I pity thy com plaining.
Anne. No more than with my soul I mourn for
Dor. Farewell, thou woful welcomer of glory! Anne. Adieu, poor soul, that tak'st thy leave of it!
Duch. Go thou to Richmond, and good fortune guide thee![To Dorset. Go thou to Richard, and good angels tend thee ![To Anne. Go thou to sanctuary, and good thoughts possess thee! [To Q. Elizabeth. I to my grave, where peace and rest lie with me! Eighty odd years of sorrow have I seen, And each hour's joy wreck'd with a week of teen.* Q. Eliz. Stay yet; look back, with me, unto the
Pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes,
Whom envy hath immur'd within your walls!
Rough cradle for such little pretty ones!
Rude ragged nurse! old sullen play-fellow
For tender princes, use my babies well!
So foolish sorrow bids your stones farewell. [Exe.
And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse,-SCENE II-A room of state in the palace.
Nor inother, wife, nor England's counted queen. Stan. Full of wise care is this your counsel, madam :
Take all the swift advantage of the hours;
(1) A serpent supposed to originate from a cock's
Flourish of trumpets. Richard, as king upon his throne; Buckingham, Catesby, a Page, and
K. Rich. Stand all apart.-Cousin of Bucking ham,(2) The crown.
(3) Burn. (4) Sorrow.
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