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Romeo and Juliet

Act III, Scene 5

Capulet's orchard.
 
[Enter ROMEO and JULIET above, at the window]
 
JULIET
             ,         ,      2    ,     T    T   T
      Wilt thou | be gone?| It is not | yet near day:
          ,          ,       ,         ,          ,
      It was | the night|ingale,| and not | the lark,
              ,            ,       ,       ,          ,
      That pierced | the fear|ful hol|low of | thine^ear;
        ,    2        ,         T   T . T         ,
      Nightly she | sings on | yon pomegra|nate-tree:
          ,          ,        ,          ,       ,
5     Believe | me love,| it was | the night|ingale.
 
ROMEO
          ,          ,         ,       ,         ,
      It was | the lark | the her|ald of | the morn,
           ,       ,           ,          ,   2      ,
      No night|ingale:| look love | what en|vious streaks
           ,         ,   2       ,         ,        ,
      Do lace | the se|vering clouds | in yon|der east:
         ,     ,                    ,         ,       ,
      Night's can/dles are | burnt^out,| and jo|cund day
         T    T  T      2     ,       ,         ,
10    Stands tiptoe | on the mis|ty moun|tain tops.
          ,         ,          ,         ,         ,
      I must | be gone | and live,| or stay | and die.
 
JULIET
            ,         ,     ,             ,        ,
      Yon light | is not | daylight,| I know | it aye:
                ,   ,   ,        2     ,        ,
      It is / some me|teor | that the sun | exhales,
          ,        ,           ,         ,      ,
      To be | to thee | this night | a torch-|bearer,
            ,           ,        ,        ,    ,
15    And light | thee on | thy way | to Man|tua:
             ,      ,                ,      ,            ,
      Therefore | stay yet;| thou needst | not to | be gone.
 
ROMEO
       ,            ,     ,           ,         ,
      Let me | be tane,| let me | be put | to death;
         ,        ,         ,           ,        ,
      I am | content,| so thou | wilt have | it so.
            ,          ,        ,         ,          ,
      I'll say | yon grey | is not | the mor|ning's eye,
            ,          ,     T  T   .  T    2      ,
20    'Tis but | the pale | reflex of Cyn|thia's brow;
            ,        ,          ,            ,          ,
      Nor that | is not | the lark | whose notes | do beat
            ,        x          ,       ,          ,
      The vaul|ty heaven | so high | above | our heads:
          ,           ,         ,           ,        ,
      I have | more care | to stay | than will | to go:
             ,          ,         ,  2     ,         ,
      Come death | and wel|come, Ju|liet wills | it so.
            x          ,            ,             ,   ,
25    How is it | my soul,| let's talk,| it is / not day.
 
JULIET
          ,       ,         ,          ,      ,
      It is,| it is:| hie hence | be gone | away:
          ,         ,           ,         ,         ,
      It is | the lark | that sings | so out | of tune,
        ,           ,    ,                  ,          ,
      Straining | harsh dis/cords and | unplea|sing sharps.
            ,          ,            ,        ,       o
      Some say | the lark | makes^sweet | divi|sion;
             ,         ,        ,       ,       ,
30    This doth | not so:| for she | divi|deth us:
            ,          ,         ,         ,             ,
      Some say | the lark | and loa|thed toad | change^eyes,
         ,        ,                   ,     ,       ,
      O now | I would | they had / changed voi|ces too:
             ,          ,           ,           ,       ,
      Since arm | from arm | that voice | doth us | affray,
       ,               ,            ,       ,           ,
      Hunting | thee hence,| with hunt's | up to | the day,
         ,         ,           ,           ,          ,
35    O now | be gone;| more light | and light | it grows.
 
ROMEO
             ,           ,            ,          ,          ,
      More light | and light;| more dark | and dark | our woes.
 
[Enter Nurse, to the chamber]
 
NURSE
Madam.
 
JULIET
Nurse.
 
NURSE
            ,     ,     2    ,     3  3       ,       o
      Your la|dy mo|ther is com|ing to your cham|ber:
           ,         ,         ,       ,       ,
      The day | is broke;| be wa|ry, look | about.
 
[Exit]
 
JULIET
            ,       ,         ,        ,          ,
      Then win|dow let | day in,| and let | life out.
 
ROMEO
            ,          ,          ,          ,        ,
40    Farewell,| farewell,| one kiss | and I'll | descend.
 
[He goes down]
 
JULIET
       ,           ,         T     T    .    T           ,
      Art thou | gone so?| Love, lord, aye* hus|band, friend,
       2       ,           ,     ,       ,             ,
      I must hear | from thee | every | day in | the hour,
           ,      ,        ,          ,      ,
      For in | a min|ute there | are ma|ny days:
         ,          ,         ,          ,         ,
      O by | this count | I shall | be much | in years
          ,      ,        ,        ,  3 3
45    Ere I | again | behold | my Ro|meo.
 
ROMEO
                                                ,
                                          Farewell:
          ,      ,        ,     ,    ,
      I will | omit | no op|portu|nity
            ,        ,         ,          ,         ,
      That may | convey | my gree|tings love,| to thee.
 
JULIET
           ,            ,         ,       ,       ,
      O thinkst | thou we | shall e|ver meet | again?
 
ROMEO
          ,         ,         ,            ,            ,
      I doubt | it not;| and all | these woes | shall serve
            ,          ,       ,         ,         ,
50    For sweet | discour|ses in | our time | to come.
 
JULIET
         ,        ,        ,      ,        ,
      O God!| I have | an ill-|divi|ning soul,
           ,        ,          ,          ,        ,
      Methinks | I see | thee now,| thou art | so low,
          ,      ,            ,       ,       ,
      As one | dead in | the bot|tom of | a tomb,
       ,    2      T   T     T                  ,     ,
      Either my | eyesight fails,| or thou / lookst pale.
 
ROMEO
            ,          ,        ,        ,       ,
55    And trust | me love,| in my | eye so | do you:
            ,         ,           ,        ,       ,
      Dry* sor|row drinks | our blood.| Adieu,| adieu.
 
[Exit]
 
JULIET
         ,         ,         ,          ,            x
      O for|tune, for|tune, all | men call | thee fickle:
           ,          ,        ,           ,          ,
      If thou | art fick|le, what | dost thou | with him.
        ,    2      ,           ,           ,       ,
      That is re|nowned for | faith? Be | fickle,| fortune;
            ,        ,           ,          ,          ,
60    For then | I hope | thou wilt | not keep | him long,
            ,          ,
      But send | him back.
 
LADY CAPULET [Within]
                                ,         ,         ,
                           Ho daugh|ter, are | you up?
 
JULIET
           ,     2       ,       x         ,      ,
      Who is | it that calls?| Is it my | lady | mother?
       ,    2        ,         ,         ,       ,
      Is she not | down so | late, or | up so | early?
        ,   2    ,           ,         ,          ,
65    What unac|customed | cause pro|cures her | hither?
 
[Enter LADY CAPULET]
 
LADY CAPULET
           ,         ,   2
      Why how | now Ju|liet?
 
JULIET
                             ,      2      ,    ,
                            Ma|dam I am / not well.
 
LADY CAPULET
       ,          ,       ,          ,          ,
      Ever|more weep|ing for | your cou|sin's death?
        ,                ,          ,          ,            ,
      What wilt | thou wash | him from | his grave | with tears?
           ,           ,              ,            ,          ,
70    And if | thou couldst,| thou couldst | not make | him live;
             ,           ,            ,             ,         ,
      Therefore | have done:| some* grief | shows^much | of love;
            ,         ,             ,            ,        ,
      But much | of grief | shows^still | some want | of wit.
 
JULIET
           ,         ,          ,       ,         ,
      Yet let | me weep | for such | a fee|ling loss.
 
LADY CAPULET
           ,           ,          ,         ,           ,
      So shall | you feel | the loss,| but not | the friend
             ,      T   T
75    Which you | weep for.
 
JULIET
                            T        ,         ,
                           Fee|ling so | the loss,
       ,          ,         ,        ,          __
      Cannot | choose but | ever | weep the | friend.
 
LADY CAPULET
        ,                ,       ,                   ,    ,
      Well girl,| thou weepst | not so | much for / his death,
           ,         ,         ,              ,          ,
      As that | the vil|lain lives | which slaugh|tered him.
 
JULIET
            ,        ,     2
80    What vil|lain ma|dam?
 
LADY CAPULET
                                   ,     ,         , 2
                            That same | villain | Romeo.
 
JULIET [Aside]
       ,     2       ,       ,       ,      ,
      Villain and | he be | many | miles a|sunder:
           ,       ,       ,         ,         ,
      God Par|don him,| I do | with all | my heart;
           ,        ,          ,           ,          ,
      And yet | no man | like he | doth grieve | my heart.
 
LADY CAPULET
            ,       ,           ,       ,    2     ,
85    That is | because | the trai|tor mur|derer lives.
 
JULIET
           ,       ,          ,          ,          ,
      Aye ma|dam from | the reach | of these | my hands:
              ,        ,           ,         ,          ,
      Would none | but I | might venge | my cou|sin's death.
 
LADY CAPULET
           ,          ,          ,          ,          ,
      We will | have ven|geance for | it, fear | thou not:
             ,         ,           ,        ,        ,    2  ->
      Then weep | no more.| I'll send | to one | in Man||tua,
           2         ,   ,         ,     ,           ,
90    Where that / same ban|ished run|agate | doth live,
              ,          ,        ,    ,          ,
      Shall give | him such | an un|accus|tomed dram,
            ,           ,          ,       ,     ,
      That he | shall soon | keep^Ty|balt com|pany:
            ,        ,           ,        ,      ,
      And then | I hope | thou wilt | be sat|isfied.
 
JULIET
          ,       ,       ,         ,      ,
      Indeed | I ne|ver shall | be sat|isfied
            ,   ,        ,       ,          ,
95    With Ro|meo,| till I | behold | him dead
          ,          ,         ,       ,         ,
      Is my | poor heart | so for | a kin|sman vexed.
       ,          ,            ,         ,       ,
      Madam | if you | could find | out but | a man
           ,       ,       ,          ,       ,
      To bear | a poi|son, I | would tem|per it;
            ,  2     ,       ,        ,           ,
      That Ro|meo should | upon | receipt | thereof,
        T    T    .  T      ,      2     ,         ,
100   Soon sleep in qui|et. O | how my heart | abhors
           ,          ,          ,        ,        ,
      To hear | him named,| and can|not come | to him.
           ,           ,        ,        ,      o
      To wreak | the love | I bore | my cou|sin
        ,         ,      ,            ,          ,
      Upon | his bo|dy that | hath slaugh|tered him.
 
LADY CAPULET
             ,          ,           ,           ,       ,
      Find thou | the means,| and I'll | find such | a man.
           ,           ,          ,       ,         ,
105   But now | I'll tell | thee joy|ful ti|dings girl.
 
JULIET
           ,            ,         ,       ,       ,
      And joy | comes well | in such | a nee|dy time:
            ,          ,       ,           ,     ,
      What are | they, I | beseech | your la|dyship?
 
LADY CAPULET
             ,           ,        ,       ,        ,
      Well well,| thou hast | a care|ful fa|ther child;
           ,        ,           ,         ,      ,
      One who | to put | thee from | thy hea|viness,
            ,       ,       ,       ,        ,
110   Hath sor|ted out | a sud|den day | of joy,
             ,         ,      ,             ,          ,
      That thou | expectst | not nor | I looked | not for.
 
JULIET
       ,          ,       ,          ,         ,
      Madam | in hap|py time,| what day | is that?
 
LADY CAPULET
       ,           ,      ,             ,         ,
      Marry | my child,| early | next Thurs|day morn,
           ,          ,          ,      ,      ,
      The gal|lant, young,| and no|ble gen|tleman,
            ,      ,             ,    ,          ,
115   The Coun|ty Pa|ris, at / Saint Pe|ter's Church,
             ,    2    ,           ,        ,        ,
      Shall hap|pily make | thee there | a joy|ful bride.
 
JULIET
           ,          ,          ,          ,      ,
      Now by | Saint^Pe|ter's Church | and Pe|ter too,
           ,           ,         ,        ,        ,
      He shall | not make | me there | a joy|ful bride.
         ,       ,          ,          ,         ,
      I won|der at | this haste;| that I | must wed
           ,           ,         ,         ,         ,
120   Ere he | that should | be hus|band comes | to woo.
          ,          ,         ,         ,       ,      ->
      I pray | you tell | my lord | and fa|ther ma||dam,
      ,       2     ,      ,       3    3   ,       ,
      I | will not mar|ry yet;| and when I do,| I swear
           ,         ,  2     ,          ,        ,
      It shall | be Ro|meo, whom | you know | I hate
       ,             ,        ,           ,        ,
      Rather | than Pa|ris. These | are news | indeed.
 
LADY CAPULET
             ,           ,         ,         ,         ,
125   Here comes | your fa|ther; tell | him so | yourself,
           ,         ,          ,        ,          ,
      And see | how he | will take | it at | your hands.
 
[Enter CAPULET and Nurse]
 
CAPULET
                  ,    ,         ,           ,       ,
      When the / sun sets,| the air | doth driz|zle dew;
       ,             ,   ,           ,          ,
      But for | the sun|set of | my bro|ther's son
       .   T     T   T          ,       ,    2    ,
      It rains downright.| How now?| A con|duit girl,
        T    T    .   T     ,      ,    ,
130   What still in tears?| Ever|more show/ering
          ,     ,        ,
      In one | little | body?   \\
             ,        ,         ,       ,        ,
      Thou coun|terfeitst | a bark,| a sea,| a wind;
            ,           ,          ,         ,         ,
      For still | thy eyes,| which I | may call | the sea,
          ,          ,           ,           ,         ,     ,
      Do ebb | and flow | with tears;| the bark | thy bo|dy is,
       ,                    ,    ,           ,           ,
135   Sailing | in this / salt flood;| the winds | thy sighs;
           ,        ,          ,           ,           ,
      Who ra|ging with | thy tears | and they | with them,
           ,       ,        ,         ,     ,
      Without | a sud|den calm | will o|verset
           ,        ,       ,      ,          ,
      Thy tem|pest-tos|sed bo|dy. How | now wife?
            ,       ,        ,        ,        ,
      Have you | deli|vered to | her our | decree?
 
LADY CAPULET
       ,             ,           ,          ,            ,
140   Aye sir;| but she | will none,| she gives | you thanks,
          ,           ,          ,        ,         ,
      I would | the fool | were mar|ried to | her grave.
 
CAPULET
        ,              ,           ,         ,          ,
      Soft, take^|me with | you, take | me with | you wife,
       ,                ,          ,          ,          ,
      How, will | she none?| Doth she | not give | us thanks?
          ,          ,           ,          ,           ,
      Is she | not proud?| Doth she | not count | her blest,
         ,       ,        ,         ,           ,
145   Unwor|thy as | she is,| that we | have wrought
          ,     2   ,    3   3    ,         ,    ___
      So wor|thy a gen|tleman to be | her bride|groom?
 
JULIET
            ,           ,          ,         ,          ,
      Not proud | you have;| but thank|ful that | you have:
        ,            ,      ,        ,        ,
      Proud can | I ne|ver be | of what | I hate;
            ,       ,    2      ,                ,     ,
      But thank|ful e|ven for hate,| that is / meant love.
 
CAPULET
           ,        ,      ,   ,              ,
150   How now? How now,| chop-log/ic? What | is this?
        ,             ,           ,        ,          ,
      Proud and | I thank | you, and | I thank | you not;
           ,          ,      ,          ,       ___
      And yet | not proud,| mistress | minion,| you,
        ,             ,          ,      ,              ,
      Thank me | no thank|ings, nor | proud me | no prouds,
           ,               ,     ,         ,       ,         __
      But fet|tle your / fine joints | against | Thursday | next,
          ,         ,            ,    ,          ,
155   To go | with Pa|ris to / Saint Pe|ter's Church,
         ,          ,      ,    2     ,        ,
      Or I | will drag | thee on a | hurdle | thither.
       T   .    T     T        ,    2    ,         ,        2->
      Out you green-sick|ness car|rion, out | you bag||gage,
           ,        ,
      You tal|low-face.
 
LADY CAPULET
                            ,          ,         ,
                       Fie fie,| what are | you mad?
 
JULIET
            ,       ,       ,          ,        ,
160   Good fa|ther, I | beseech | you on | my knees,
        ,             ,         ,         ,         ,
      Hear me | with pa|tience but | to speak | a word.
 
CAPULET
        ,           ,    ,              ,          ,
      Hang thee | young bag/gage, dis|obedi|ent wretch,
          ,           ,     ,      2        ,          ,
      I tell | thee what:| get thee to | church on | Thursday,
          ,      ,       ,        ,         ,
      Or ne|ver af|ter look | me in | the face:
        ,            ,     ,             ,       ,
165   Speak not,| reply | not, do | not an|swer me.
          ,         ,      ,           ,                 ,
      My fin|gers itch,| wife: we | scarce thought^|us blest
            ,          ,        ,          ,      ,
      That God | had lent | us but | this on|ly child;
           ,       ,          ,        ,          ,
      But now | I see | this one | is one | too much,
            ,         ,        ,         ,       ,
      And that | we have | a curse | in ha|ving her:
           ,         ,
170   Out on | her, hil|ding.
 
NURSE
                              ,          x       ,
                             God | in heaven | bless her,
       ,             ,          ,         ,         ,
      You are | to blame | my lord | to rate | her so.
 
CAPULET
           ,        ,     ,         ,            ,
      And why | my la|dy wis|dom? Hold | your tongue,
            ,           ,        ,          ,         ,
      Good pru|dence; smat|ter with | your gos|sips, go.
 
NURSE
          ,          ,     2
175   I speak | no trea|son,
 
CAPULET
                               ,        ,       ->
                            O God | ye god-|den.
 
NURSE
      <-  ,      T   T    T
         May || not one speak?
 
CAPULET
                                 ,          ,          __
                               Peace you | mumbling | fool,
       ,            ,    2   ,       ,          ,
      Utter | your gra|vity ore | a gos|sip's bowl
            ,         ,        ,
180   For here | we need | it not.
 
LADY CAPULET
                                              ,   ,
                                   You are / too hot.
 
CAPULET
        T     T    T      T    T  T    oo
      God's bread, it | makes me mad:|
       T     T      T      T     T     T     __
      Day, night, hour,| tide, time, work,| play,
         ,        ,    2     ,          ,           ,
      Alone | in com|pany, still | my care | hath been
           ,           ,           ,       ,        ,     2->
185   To have | her matched:| and ha|ving now | provi||ded
         ,      ,        ,      ,      ,
      A gen|tleman | of no|ble pa|rentage,
           ,       ,         ,       2     ,      ,      ->
      Of fair | demea|nor, youth|ful, and no|bly al||lied,
         ,       ,         ,          ,       2    ,
      Stuffed | as they | say with | honour|able parts,
          ,          ,            ,              ,       ,
      Propor|tioned as | one's thought | would wish | a man;
            ,         ,        ,        ,        ,
190   And then | to have | a wret|ched pu|ling fool,
         ,         x       ,        ,          ,
      A whi|ning mammet,| in her | fortunes | tender,
          ,        ,         ,       ,        ,
      To an|swer I'll | not wed;| I can|not love,
         ,         ,         ,         ,       ,
      I am | too young;| I pray | you par|don me.
       ,               ,         ,          ,       ,
      But, and | you will | not wed,| I'll par|don you:
        ,                 ,          ,           ,           ,
195   Graze where | you will,| you shall | not house | with me:
        ,    2       ,     2       ,        ,         ,
      Look to it,| think on it, I do | not use | to jest.
        ,             ,          ,         ,         ,
      Thursday | is near;| lay hand | on heart,| advise:
           ,         ,           ,       3  3      ,
      And you | be mine,| I'll give | you to my friend;
      <-     ,         ,      T    T      T      ,              ,
        And you || be not,| hang, beg, starve,| die in | the streets,     
           ,        ,           ,        ,          ,
200   For by | my soul,| I'll nere | acknow|ledge thee,
            ,         ,           ,      ,          ,
      Nor what | is mine | shall ne|ver do | thee good:
        ,     2         ,            ,         ,        ,
      Trust to it,| bethink | you; I'll | not be | forsworn.
 
[Exit]
 
JULIET
           ,         ,     ,        ,          ,
      Is there | no pi|ty sit|ting in | the clouds,
             ,       ,        ,       ,        ,
      That sees | into | the bot|tom of | my grief?
          ,         ,        ,        ,      ,
205   O sweet | my mo|ther cast | me not | away,
         ,          ,         ,        ,         ,
      Delay | this mar|riage for | a month,| a week,
          ,             ,     ,         ,       ,
      Or if | you do / not, make | the bri|dal bed
                 ,   ,     ,           ,        ,
      In that / dim mon|ument | where Ty|balt lies.
 
LADY CAPULET
            ,        ,         ,          ,         ,
      Talk^not | to me,| for I'll | not speak | a word:
       ,             ,        ,          ,           ,
210   Do as | thou wilt,| for I | have done | with thee.
 
[Exit]
 
JULIET
        ,         ,      ,       2        ,      ,
      O God!| O nurse,| how shall this | be pre|vented?
          ,        ,        ,          ,           x
      My hus|band is | on earth,| my faith | in heaven;
            ,            ,         ,       ,         ,
      How shall | that faith | return | again | to earth,
          ,          ,         ,        ,           x
      Unless | that hus|band send | it me | from heaven
          ,         ,      ,         ,    ,
215   By lea|ving earth?| Comfort | me, coun/sel me.
         ,       ,            x              ,         ,       , ->
      Alack,| alack,| that heaven | should prac|tise stra||tagems
        ,         ,       ,        ,        ,  ->
      Upon | so soft | a sub|ject as || myself.
             ,             ,          ,        ,         ,  ->
      What sayst | thou? Hast | thou not | a word || of joy?
            ,         ,
      Some com|fort nurse.
 
NURSE
                                  ,        ,
220                       Faith^here | it is.
       , 3 3      ,          ,     2        ,         ,
      Romeo is | banished;| and all the | world to | nothing,
          2     ,       T    T    T         ,         ,
      That he dares | nere come back | to chal|lenge you;
          ,       ,        ,           ,         ,
      Or if | he do,| it needs | must be | by stealth.
             ,           ,         ,          ,         ,
      Then since | the case | so stands | as now | it doth,
          ,          ,         ,         ,          ,      ->
225   I think | it best | you mar|ried with | the coun||ty.
      ,       2    ,      ,      ,
      O | he's a love|ly gent|leman:
      <- , 2          ,    ,         ,         ,       ,
        Romeo's | a dish|clout to | him: an | eagle,| madam,
            ,         ,          ,          ,        ,
      Hath not | so green,| so quick,| so fair | an eye
          ,       ,        ,         ,      ,
      As Pa|ris hath.| Beshrew | my ve|ry heart,
          ,        2     ,      ,         ,        ,
230   I think | you are hap|py in | this sec|ond match,
           ,       ,           ,      ,   2          ,
      For it | excels | your first:| or if it | did not,
             ,          ,          ,          ,         ,
      Your first | is dead;| or 'twere | as good | he were,
          ,        ,         ,        ,        ,
      As li|ving here | and you | no use | of him.
 
JULIET
         ,             ,          ,
      Speakst thou | from thy | heart?
 
NURSE
                                                         ,   ,
235                                    And | from my / soul too;
           ,        ,           ,
      Or else | beshrew | them both.
 
JULIET
                                       ,
                                     Amen.
 
NURSE
                                            __
                                           What?
 
JULIET
             ,          ,     2    ,    ,            ,
      Well thou | hast com|forted me | marvel|lous much.
          ,         ,        ,    ,        ,
      Go in:| and tell | my la|dy I | am gone,
       ,             ,          ,      2    ,           ,
240   Having | displeased | my fa|ther, to Lau|rence'^cell,
           ,        ,        ,        ,        ,
      To make | confes|sion and | to be | absolved.
 
NURSE
       ,          ,          ,         ,       ,
      Marry | I will;| and this | is wise|ly done.
 
[Exit]
 
JULIET
       ,            ,       ,          ,        ,
      Ancient | damna|tion, O | most wick|ed fiend!
                ,   ,         ,         ,         ,
      Is it / more sin | to wish | me thus | forsworn,
       ,            ,          ,                  ,     ,
245   Or to | dispraise | my lord | with that / same tongue
             ,            ,            ,       ,         ,
      Which she | hath praised | him with | above | compare
          ,      ,         ,      ,   ,
      So ma|ny thou|sand times?| Go coun/sellor;
        ,            ,       ,     ,                ,
      Thou and | my bo|som hence|forth shall | be twain.
            ,        ,     2     ,         ,    ,
      I'll to | the fri|ar, to know | his re|medy:
          ,           ,        ,           ,         ,
250   If all | else fail,| myself | have power | to die.
 
[Exit]

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