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SCENE I. - Another part of the Island. Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

Gon. That our garments, being, as they were Enter Alonso, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO,

drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their ADRIAN, Francisco, and others.

freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, than Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry : you have cause stain'd with salt water. (So have we all) of joy; for our escape

Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, Is much beyond our loss: Our hint of woe

would it not say, he lies ?
Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,

Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.
The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Gon. Methinks, our garinents are now as fresh
Have just our theme of woe : but for the miracle, as when we put them on first in Africk, at the mar.
I mean our preservation, few in millions

riage of the king's fair daughter Claribel, to the
Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh king of Tunis.
Our sorrow with our comfort.

Seb. 'Twas a sweei marriage, and we prosper Alon.

Pr’ythee, peace.

well in our return.
Sch. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a
Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. paragon to their queen.
Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of bis wit; Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.
By and by it will strike.

Ant. Widow ? a pox o'that! How came thai
Gon. Sir, -

widow in? Widow Dido! Seb. One: - Tell.

Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too ? Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's of- good lord, how you take it! fer'd,

Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me Comes to the entertainer

study of that : She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Seb. A dollar.

Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have Adr. Carthage?
spoken truer than you purposed.

Gon. I assure you, Carthage.
deb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp.

Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.
Gon. Therefore, my lord, -

Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy
Ant. Fye, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! next?
Alon. I pr’ythee spare.

Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his
Gon. Well, I have done : But yet —

pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Seb. He will be talking.

Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea,
Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good bring forth more islands.
wager, first begins to crow?

Gon. Ay?
Seb. The old cock.

Ant. Why, in good time.
Ant. The cockrel.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments
Seb. Done: the wager?

seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the Ant. A laughter.

marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. Seb. A match.

Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there.
Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, – Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

Ant. 0, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.
Ant. So, you've pay’d.

Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first
Adi. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, - day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.
Seb. Yet,

Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.
Adr. Yet -

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?
Ant. He could not miss it.

Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and


The stomach of my sense : 'Would I had never Ani. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Married my daughter there! for, coming thence,
Seb. Ay, and a subtle ; as he most learnedly de- My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,

Who is so far from Italy remov’d,
Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir
Scb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.

Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

Hath made his meal on thee!
Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Fran.

Sir, he may live;
Ant. True; save means to live.

I saw him beat the surges under him,
Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted greer!

The surge most swoln that met him ; his bold head Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

’Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Seb. With an eye of green in't.

Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke
Ant. He misses not much.

To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd,
Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. As stooping to relieve him; I not doubt,

Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed al- He came alive to land. most beyond credit) –


No, no, hes gone.


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Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am no loss;

thing to you : so you may continue, and laugh at That would not bless our Europe with your nothing still. daughter,

Ant. What a blow was there given ? But rather lose her to an African;

Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle ; you Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.

would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would Alon.

Pr’ythee, peace. continue in it five weeks without changing. Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherwise

Enter Ariel invisible, playing solemın musick. By all of us; and the fair soul herself

Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Weigh’d, between lothness and obedience, at

Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure son,

my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me I fear, for ever: Mian and Naples have asleep, for I am very heavy? More widows in them of this business' making, Ant. Go sleep, and hear us. Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault's

(All sleep but Alox. Sex. and Ant. Your own.

Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.

Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts : 1 Gon. My lord Sebastian,

find, The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, They are inclin’d to do so. And time to speak it in; you rub the sore,


Please you, sir,

should bring the plaster.

Do not omit the heavy offer of it:

Very well.

It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

It is a comforter. Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,


We two, my lord, When you are cloudy.

Will guard your person while you take your rest, Seb. Foul weather?

And watch your safety.

Very foul.

Thank you : wondrous heavy. Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,

[Alonso sleeps. Erit ARIEL Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed.

Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them ? Seb.

Or docks, or mallows. Ant. It is the quality o' the climate. Gon. And were the king of it, What would I Seb.

Why do?

Doth it not then our eye-lids sink ? I find not Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Myself dispos'd to sleep. Gon. I' the commonwealth, I would by con- Ant.

Nor I; my spirits are nimble. traries

They fell together all, as by consent ; Execute all things : for no kind of traffick

They dropp’d, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Would I admit; no name of magistrate ;

Worthy Sebastian ?-0, what might ?- No more: Letters should not be known; no use of service, And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, Of riches, or of poverty ; no contracts,

What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee; Successions ; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none :

and No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil :

My strong imagination sees a crown No occupation ; all men idle, all ;

Dropping upon thy head. And women too; but innocent and pure :


What, art thou waking ? No sovereignty :

Ant. Do you not hear me speak ?
And yet he would be king on't. Seb.

I do; and, surely, Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak’st the beginning.

Out of thy sleep: What is it thou did'st say? Gon. All things in common nature should pro- This is a strange repose, to be asleep duce

With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, And yet so fast asleep. Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Ant.

Noble Sebastian, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep — die rather ; wink'st Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance,

Whiles thou art waking. To feed my innocent people.


Thou dost snore distinctly; Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects ?

There's meaning in thy snores. Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves. Ant. I am more serious than my custom · you Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, | Must be so too, if heed me; which to do To excel the golden age.

Trebles thee o'er. Seb. 'Save his majesty!


Well, I am standing rates Ant. Long live Gonzalo!

Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
And, do you mark me sir?-

Do so : to ebb, Alon. Pr’ythee, no more: thcu dost talk nothing Hereditary sloths instructs me.


0, Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it ->f such sensible and nimble lungs that they always You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, use to laugh at nothing.

Most often do so near the bottom run, Ant. 'Twas you we laughid at.

By their own fear, or sloth.

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Pr’ythee, say on: They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk;
The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim They'll tell the clock to any business that
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,

We say befits the hour.
Which throes thee much to yield.


Thy case,

dear friend, Ant.

Thus, sir: Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan, Although this lord of weak remembrance, this I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword : one stroke (Who shall be of as little memory,

Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st ; When he is earth’d,) hath here almost persuaded And I the king shall love thee. (For he's a spirit of persuasion only,)


Draw together : The king, his son's alive: 'tis as impossible And when I rear my hand, do you the like, That he's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here, swims. To fall it on Gonzalo. Seb. I have no hope


O, but one word. That he's undrown'd.

(They converse apari. Ant.

O, out of that no hope, What great hope have you! no hope, that

Musick. Re-enler Ariel, invisible.

way, Another way so high an hope, that even

Ari. My master through his art foresces the danger Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,

That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forthi, But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with me, (For else his project dies,) to keep them living. That Ferdinand is drown'd?

(Sings in Gonzalo's ear. Seb.

While you here do snoaring lie Ant.

Then, tell me,

Open-ey'd conspiracy
Who's the next heir of Naples ?

His time doth take:

If of life you keep a care,
Ant. She that is queen of Tunis : she that dwells

Shake off slumber, and beware.
Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples

Awake! Awake!
Can have no note, unless the sun were post,
(The man i' the moon's too slow,) till new-born chins Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
Be rough and razorable ; she, from whom

Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king ! We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again;

[They awake. And, by that, destin'd to perform an act,

Alon. Why, how now, ho ! awake! Why are you Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come,

drawn? In yours and my discharge.

Wherefore this ghastly looking ? Seb. What stuff" is this? - How say you ? Gon.

What's the matter? *Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis : Seb. Whiles we stvod here securing your repose, So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions Even now, we heard a hollow burst of beilowing There is some space.

Like bulls, or rather lions ; did it not wake you? Ant.

A space whose every cubit It struck mine ear most terribly. Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel


I heard nothing. Measure us back to Naples ? Keep in Tunis, Ant. 0, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; And let Sebastian wake !- Say, this were death To make an earthquake ! sure it was the roar That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no worse Of a whole herd of lions. Than now they are: There be, that can rule Naples, Alon.

Heard you this, Gonzalo ? As well as he that sleeps ; lords, that can prate Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, As amply and unnecessarily,

And that a strange one too, which did awake me : As this Gonzalo; I myself could make

I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore I saw their weapons drawn : — there was a noise, 'The mind that I do! what a sleep were this That's verity : 'Best stand upon our guard ; For your advancement! Do you understand me? Or that we quit this place : let's draw our weapons. Seb. Methinks, I do.

Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make furAnt. And how does your content

ther search Tender your own good fortune ?

For my poor son. Seb.

I remember,

Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! You did supplant your brother Prospero.

For he is, sure, i' the island. Ant.

True :

Alon. And, look, how well my garments sit upon me; Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have Much feater than before : My brother's servants

done :

[ Asielais Were then my fellows, now they are my men. So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. (Ereunt.

Seb. But, for your conscience -
Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe, SCENE II.

· Another part of the Island. "Twould put me to my slipper : But I feel not This deity in my bosom; twenty consciences,

Enter Caliban, with a burden of wood. That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,

A noise of thunder heard.
And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon,

Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up
If he were that which now he's like: whom I, From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
With this obedient steel, three inches of it,

By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, Can lay to bed for ever : whiles you, uning thus, And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, To the perpetual wink for aye might put

Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire, This ancient morsel, this sir' Prudence, who Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark should not upbraid our course.

For all the rest, Out of my way, unless he bid them ; but

Lead away.

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For every trifle are they set upon me :

with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever Sometimes like apes, that moe and chatter at me, trod on neat's-leather. And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which Cal. Do not torment me, pr’ythee; Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount I'll bring my wood home faster. Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am I

Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues, the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have Do hiss me into madness : - Lo.! now! lo! never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove

his fit: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, I Enter TRINCULO.

will not take too much for him : he shall pay for Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, him that hath him, and that soundly. For bringing wood in slowly : I'll fall fiat ;

Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt Perchance, he will not mind me.

Anon, I know it by thy trembling; Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off | Now Prosper works upon thee. any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth : hear it sing i' the wind : yond' same black cloud, here is that which will give language to you, cat ; yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that open your mouth: this will shake your shaking, I would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell did before, I know not where to hide my head : who's your friend : open your chaps again. yond' same cloud cannot chuse but fall by pailfuls. Trin. I should know that voice : It should be —

- What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or But he is drowned ; and these are devils: 0! dealive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient fend me! and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my silver : there would this monster make a man; any bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: Come strange beast there makes a man: when they will - Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth. not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will Trin. Stephano, lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a Sle. Doth thy other mouth call me ? Mercy! inan! and his fins like arms! Warm, o’my troth! I mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this leave him ; I have no long spoon. is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered Trin. Stephano!- if thou beest Stephano, touch by a thunder-bolt. (Thunder.] Alas! the storm me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo; - be not is come again : my best way is to creep under his afeard, thy good friend Trinculo. gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout: Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth ; I'll pull Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, will here shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past. these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed :

How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand. Can he vent Trinculos ? Sre. I shall no more to sea, to sea,

Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunderHere shall I die a-shore ;

stroke: - But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I

hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral : over-blown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's Well, here's my comfort.

[Drinks. gaberdine, for fear of the storm : And art thou The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and 1,

living, Stephano ? O Stephano, two Neapolitans The gunner, and his mate,

'scap'd! Lou'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,

Ste. Pr’ythee, do not turn me about; my sto

mach is not constant.
But none of us car'd for Kate :
For she had a tongue with a tang,

Cal. These be line things, and if they be r:o:
Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang :

sprites. She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,

That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor :
Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er she did itch.

I will kncel to him.
Then to sea, boys, and let her

go hang.

Ste. How did'st thou 'scape? how cam'st thou

hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam’st hither. This is a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors

[Drinks. heaved over-board, by this bottle! which I made of Cal. Do not torment me: O!

the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? was cast a-shore. Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy Inde? Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning, to be afeard True subject; for the liquor is not earthly. now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap'dst. proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can make him give ground: and it shall be said so swim like a duck, I'll be sworn. again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils.

Ste. Here, kiss the book : Though thou canst Cal. The spirit torments me: 0!

swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose. Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four Trin. 0 Stephano, hast any more of this? legs ; who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where Ste. The whole butt, man ; my cellar is in a rock the devil should he learn our language? I will give by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, him some relief, if it be but for that: If I can re- moon-calf ? how does thine ague ? cover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven ?

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Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee. I was A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! the man in the moon, when time was.

I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore Thou wond'rous man. thee;

Trin. A most ridiculous monster! to make a My mistress shewed me thee, thy dog, and bush. wonder of a poor drunkard.

Ste. Come, swear to that ; kiss the book : I will Cal. I pr’ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow furnish it anon with new contents : swear.

And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow Shew thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how monster :- I afeard of him? a very weak monster: To snare the nimble marmozet ; I'll bring thee - The man i' the moon ?- - a most poor credulous To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee monster: Well drawn, monster, in good sooth. Young sea-mells from the rock: Wilt thou go with Cal. I'll shew thee every fertile inch o' the island ;

Ste. I pr’ythee now, lead the way, without any And kiss thy foot : I pr’ythee, be my god. more talking. — Trinculo, the king and all our com

Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and pany else being drown'd, we will inherit here. drunken monster; when his god's asleep, he'll rob Here ; bear

Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill his bottle.

him by and by again. Cal. I'll kiss thy foot : I'll swear myself thy sub- Cal. Farewell, master : farewell, farewell. ject.

{Sings drunkenly Ste. Come on then ; down and swear.

Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy- Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish ; headed monster : a most scurvy monster! I could

Nor fetch in firing find in my heart to beat him,

At requiring, Ste. Come, kiss.

Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish; Trir. — but that the poor monster's in drink;

Ban 'Ban, Ca Caliban, An abominable monster!

Has a new master-Get a new man. Cal. I'll shew thee the best springs ; I'll pluck Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom ! freedom thee berries.

hey-day, freedom! I'll fish for thee, and get thee wond enough.

Ste. O brave monster ! lead the way. (Exeunt

my bottle.


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SCENE I. - Before Prospero's Cell.


No, precious creature:

I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.

Than you should such dishonour undergo, Fer. There be some sports are painful; but theis While I sit lazy by. labour


It would become me Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness As well as it does you : and I should do it Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters With much more ease ; for my good will is to it, Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be And yours against. As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but


Poor worm ! thou art infected; The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,

This visitation shews it. And makes my labours pleasures : 0, she is


You look wearily. Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed; Fer. No, noble mistress ; 'tis fresh morning with And he's compos'd of harshness. I must remove

me, Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up, When you are by at night. I do beseech you, Upon a sore injunction : My sweet mistress (Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,) Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such What is your name? baseness


Miranda : - O my father. Had ne'er like éxecutor. I forget :

I have broke your hest to say so! But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Fer.

Admir'd Miranda Most busy-less, when I do it.

Indeed, the top of admiration ; worth

What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady Enter MIRANDA, and PROSPERO at a distance.

I have ey'd with best regard ; and many a time Mira.

Alas, now ! pray you, The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Work not so hard ; I would the lightning had Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile ! Have I lik'd several women ; never any Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns, With so full soul, but some defect in her Twill weep for having wearied you : My father Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd, Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;

And put it to the foil : But you, O you, He's safe for these three hours.

So perfect, and so peerless, are created Fer.

O most dear mistress, Of every creature's best. The sun will set, before I shall discharge


I do not know What I must strive to do.

One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Miro,

If you'll sit down, Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have a I'll bear your logs the wluilePray, give me that; I'll carry it to the pile.

More that I may call men, than you, good friena


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