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Cate. I go.

Swear then by something that thou hast not | Relenting fool, and shallow, changing--W0wrong'd.

man! K. Rich. Now by the world,

How now? what news ?
Q. Eliz. 'Tis full of thy foul wrongs.
K. Rich. My father's death,

Enter RATCLIFF; CATESBY following. Q. Eliz. Thy life hath that dishonour'd.

Rat. Most mighty sovereign, on the western K. Rich. Then, by myself,

coast Q. Eliz. Thyself is self-misus'd. K.Rich. Why then, by God,

Rideth a puissant navy; to the shore Q. Eliz. God's wrong is most of all,

Throng many doubtful hollow-hearted friends,

Unarm’d, and unresolv'd to beat them back: If thou badst fear'd to break an oath by him,

"Tis thought, that Richmond is their admiral; The unity, the king thy brother made,

And there they hull, expecting but the aid Had not been broken, nor my brother slain:

Or Buckingham, to welcome them ashore. If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by him, K. Rich. Some light-foot friend post to the The imperial metal, circling now thy head,

duke of Norfolk :Had grac'd the tender temples of my child ; Ratcliff, thyself,-or Catesby; where is he? And both the princes had been breathing here, Cate. Here, my good lord. Which now, two tender bed-fellows for dust, Thy broken faith hath made a prey fur worms.

K. Rich. Catesby, fly to the duke.

Cate. I will, my lord, with all convenient What canst thou swear by now?

haste. K. Rich. By the time to come.

K. Rich. Ratcliff, come hither; Post to Q. Eliz. That thou hast wrong'd in the time

Salisbury; o'erpast;

When thou com’st thither,-Dull unmindful For I myself have many tears to wash

villain, Hereafter time, for time past, wrong'd by thee. Why stay'st thou here, and go'st not to the

[TO CATESBY. The children live, whose parents thou hast

duke? slaughter'd,

Cate. First, mighty liege, tell me your higlıUngovern'd youth, to wail it in their age:

ness' pleasure. The parents live, whose children thou hast What from your grace I shall deliver to him. butcher's,

K. Rich. 0, true, good Catesby ;-Bid him Old barren plants, to wail it with their age.

levy straight Swear not by time to come; for that thou hast The greatest strength and power he can make, Misus'd ere used, by times ill-us'd o’erpast. K. Rich. As I intend to prosper, and repent!

And meet me suddenly at Salisbury. So thrive I in my dangerous attempt

(Ezit.

Rat. What, may it please you, shall I do at Of hostile arms! myself myself confound!

Salisbury? Heaven, and fortune, bar me happy hours! K. Rich. Why, what would'st thou do there, Day, yield me not thy light; nor, night, thy

before I go? Be opposite all planets of good luck [rest!

Rat. Your highness told me, I should post To my proceeding, if, with pure heart's love,

before. Immaculate devotion, holy thoughts, I tender not thy beauteous princely daughter!

Enter STANLEY. In her consists my happiness, and thine; K. Rich. My mind is chang’d.-Stanley, Without her, follows to myself, and thee,

what news with you? Herself, the land, and many a Christian soul, Stan. None good, my liege, to please you Death, desolation, ruin, and decay:

with the hearing; It cannot be avoided but by this;

Nor none so bad, but well may be reported. It will not be avoided but by this.

K. Rich. Heyday, a riddle! neither good Therefore, dear mother, (I must call you so,) Be the attorney of my love to her,

What need’st thou run so many miles about, Plead what I will be, not what I have been ;

When thou may'st tell thy tale the nearest Not my deserts, but what I will deserve:

way? Urge the necessity and state of times,

Once more what news?
And be not peevish* found in great designs. Stan. Richmond is on the seas.
Q. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus?

K, Rich. There let him sink, and be the seas K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do

on him! good. : Eliz, Shall I forget myself, to be myself? White-liver'd runagate, what doth he there?

Stun. I know not, mighty sovereign, but by K. Rich. Ay, if your self's remembrance

guess. wrong yourself.

K. Rich. Well, as you guess? Q. Eliz. But thou didst kill my children.

Stan. Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckinghan), K, Rich. But in your daughter's womb I

and Morton,

(crown. bury them :

[breed He makes for England, here to claim the Where, in that nest of spicery,t they shall Selves of themselves, to your recomforture.

K. Rich. Is the chair empty? is the sword Q. Eliz. Shall I go win my daughter to thy Is the king dead? The empire unpossess'd ?

unsway'd ? will ?

What heir of York is there alive, but we? K. Rich. And be a happy mother by the And who is England's king, but great York's deed.

heir ? Q. Eliz. I go.-- Write to me very shortly, And you shall understand from me her mind.

Then, tell me, what makes he upon the seas? K. Rich. Bear her my true love's kiss, and

Stan. Unless for that, my liege, I cannot so farewell.

guess

K. Rich Cnless tor that he comes to be your (Kissing her. Exit Q. ELIZABETH.

liege,

[comes.

You cannot guess wherefore the welshman Foolish

+ The phenix's nest. Thou wilt revolt, and fly to him, I fear.

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Slan. No, mighty liege; therefore mistrust | Unto the sour:, to ask those on the banks, me not.

If they were his assistants, yea, or no; K. Rick. Where is thy power then, to beat Who answer'd him, they came from Bucking. him back?

Upon his party: he, mistrusting them, .[ham Where be thy tenants, and thy followers? Hois'd sail, and made his course again for Are they not now upon the western shore,

Bretagne. Safe-conducting the rebels from their ships?. K. Řich. March on, march on, since we are Stun. No, my good lord, my friends are in

up in arms; the north.

If not to fight with foreign enemies, K. Rich. Cold friends to me: what do they Yet to beat down these rebels here at home. in the north,

(west? When they should serve their sovereign in the

Enter CATESBY. Stan. They have not been commanded, Cate. My liege, the duke of Buckingham is mighty king :

taken,

(mone Pleaseth your majesty to give me leave, That is the best news; That the earl of RichI'll muster up my friends; and meet your grace, Is with a mighty power* landed at Milford, Where, and what time, your majesty shall Is colder news, but yet they must be told. please.

K. Rich. Away towards Salisbury; while we K. Rich. Ay, ay, thou wouldst be gone to

reason here, join with Richmond :

A royal battle might be won and lost: I will not trust you, Sir.

Some one take order, Buckingham be brought Stun. Most mighty sovereign,

To Salisbury ;-the rest march on with me. You have no cause to hold my friendship

[Exeunt. doubtful; I never was, nor never will be, false.

SCENE V.-A Room in Lord STANLEY'S K. Rich. Well, go, muster men. But, hear

House. you, leave behind

Enter STANLEY and Sir CHRISTOPHER
Your son, George Stanley; look your heart be

Ukswick.
Or else his head's assurance is but frail. (firm,
Stun. So deal with hin, as I prove true to

Stan. Sir Christopher, tell Richmond this you.

from me:
[Exit STANLEY.

That, in the sty of this most bloody hoar, X
Bntet a Messenger.

My son George Stanley is frank'dí up in hold;

If I revolt, off goes young George's head; Mess. My gracious sovereign, now in De- The fear of that withholds my present aid. vonshire,

But, tell me, where is princely Richmond now As I hy friends am well advertised,

Chris. At Pembroke, or at Ha’rford-west, in Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate,

Wales. Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother,

Stan. What men of name resort to him? With many more confederates, are in arms. Chris. Sir Waiter Herbert, a renowned sol.

dier; Enter another MESSENGER.

Sir Gilbert Talbert, Sir William Stanley; 2 Mess. In Kent, my liege, the Guildfords Oxford, redoubted Pembroke, Sir James Blunt, are in arms;

And Rice ap Thomas, with a valiant crew; And every hour more competitors* [strong.

And many other of great fame and worth: Flock to the rebels, and their power grows And towards London do they bend their course,

If by the way they be not fought withal.
Enter another MESSENGER.

Stan. Well, hie thee to thy lord; commend 3 Mess. My lord, the army of great Buck-! Tell him, the queen hath heartily consented

me to him ; inghamK. Rich. Out on ye, owls! nothing but songs These letters will resolve him of my mind.

He shall espouse Elizabeth her daughter. of death?

[He strikes him. There, take thou that, till thou bring better Farewell. [Gires papers to Sir O 'RISTOPHER.

(Exeunt. 3 Mess. The news I have to tell your ma

ACT V. jesty, Is,-thai, by sudden floods and fall of waters,

SCENE I.-Salisbury.-- An open pauce. Buckingham's army is dispers’d and scatter'd; Enter the Sheriff, and Guard, with BUCKINGAnd he himself wander'd away alone,

HAM, led to execution.
No man knows whither.
K. Rich. O, I cry you mercy;

Buck. Will not king Richard let me speak

with him? There is my purse to cure that blow of thine. Hath any well-advised friend proclaim'd

Sher. No, my good lord; therefore be patient.

Buck. Hastings, and Edward's children Reward to him that brings the traitor in ?

Rivers, Grey,
3 Mess. Such proclamation hath been made, Holy king Henry, and thy fair son Edward,
my liege.

Vaughan, and all that have miscarried
Enter another Messenger.

By underhand corrupted foul injustice; 4 Mess. Sir Thomas Lovel, and lord marquis Do through the clouds behold this present hour

Il that your moody discontented souls
Dorset,

Even for revenge mock my destruction !
'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms.
Qui iis good comfort bring I to your high-

This is All-Souls' day, fellows, is it not?

Sher. It is, my lord. ness,The Bretagne navy is dispers'd by tempest:

Buck. Why, then All-Souls' day is my bodys

dooinsday. Richmond, in Dorsetshire, sent out a boat

* Force. + Chapa n to the countess of Richmond.

A sty in which bogs are set apart for fattening. The bon c.e. Rich 3 had kept y Stanley as hoothge for his batur.

news.

* Associates

593 This is the day, which, in king Edward's time, K. Rich. Up with my tent: Here will I lie I wish'd inigbt fall on me, when I was found

to-night; False to his children, or his wife's allies.

[Soldiers begin to set up the king's tent. This is the day, wherein I wish'd to fall But where, to-morrow ?- Well, all's one for By the false faith of him whom most I trusted;

that.This, this All-Souls' day to my fearful soul, Who hath descried the number of the traitors? Is the determin'd respite of my wrongs.*

Nor. Six or seven thousand is their utmost That high All-seer which I dallied with,

power. Hath turned my feigned prayer on my head, K. Rich. Why, our battalia trebles that acAnd given in earnest what I begg'd in jest.

count: Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men Besides, the king's name is a tower of sirength, To turn their own points on their masters' Which they upon the adverse faction want. bosoms :

[neck,- Up with the tent.-Come, noble gentlemen, Thus Margaret's curse falls heavy on my Let us survey the vantage of the ground ;When he, quoth she, shall split thy heart with Call for some men of sound direction :sorrow,

Let's want no discipline, make no delay; Remember Margaret was a prophetess.- Por, lords, to morrow is a busy day. [Ereunt. Come, Sirs, convey me to the block of shame; Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of Enter, on the other side of the field, Richmond, blame. [Exeunt BUCKINGHAM, &c.

Sir WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD, and other

Lords. Some of the soldiers pitch RichmoND'S SCENE II.-Plain near Tamuorth.

tent.

Richm. The weary sun hath made a golden Enter, with drum and colours, RICHMOND, OxPORD, Sir James Blunt, Sir WALTER HER: And, by the bright irack of his fiery car, [set,

Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.-BERT, and others, with forces, marching.

Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my stanRichm. Fellows in arms, and my most loving

dard. friends,

Give me some ink and paper in my tent;Bruis'd underneath the yoke of tyranny,

I'll draw the form and model of our battle, Thus far into the bowels of the land

Limit* each leader to his several charge, Have we march'd on without impediment; And part in just proportion our small power. And here receive we from our father Stanley My lord of Oxford, -you, Sir William Bran. Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.

don,

boar; : That spoild your summer fields, and fruitful The carlof Pembroke keeps his regiment;-vines,

Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes

him, his trough

And by the second hour in the morning In your embowell’d bosoms, this foul swine Desire the earl to see me in my tent : Lies now even in the centre of this isle, Yet one thing more, good captain, do for me; Near to the town of Leicester, as we learn: Where is lord Stanley quarter'd, do you know? From Tamworth thither, is butone day's march. Blunt. Unless I have mista'en his colours In God's name, cheerly on, courageous friends,

much, To reap the harvest of perpetual peace (Which, well I am assur’d, I have not done,) By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

His regiment lies half a mile at least Oxf. Every man's conscience is a thousand South from the mighty power of the king. swords,

Richm. If without peril it be possible, 'To fight against that bloody homicide. Sweet Blunt, make good some means to speak Herb. I doubt not, but his friends will turn

with him, to us.

And give him from me this most needful note. Blunt. He hath no friends, but who are Blunt. Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake

friends for fear; Which, in his dearest need, will fly from him. And so, God give you quiet rest to-night! Richm. All for our vantage. Then, in God's Richm. Good night, good captain Blunt. name, march:

[wings, Come, gentlemen, True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's Let us consult upon to-morrow's business; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures In to my tent, the air is raw and cold. kings. [Exeunt.

[They withdraw into the Tent. SCENE III.-Bosworth Field. Enter, to his Teni, King RICHARD, NORFOLK,

RATCLIFF, and CATESBY.
Enter King RICHARD, and forces; the Duke of
NORFOLK, Earl of Surrey, and others.

K. Rich. What is't o'clock ?

Cate. It's supper time, my lord :
K. Rich. Here pitch our tents, even here in It's nine o'clock.
Bosworth field.-

K. Rich. I will not sup to-night.-
My lord of Surrey, why look, you so sad?

Give me some ink and paper.Sur. My heart is ten times lighter than my What, is my beaver easier than it was ?-looks.

And all my armour laid into my tent? K. Rich. My lord of Norfolk,

Cute. It is, my liege; and all things are in Nor. Here, most gracious liege.

readiness. K. Rich. Norfolk, we must have knocks; K. Rich. Goud Norfolk, hie thee to thy Ha! must we not?

charge; Vor. We must both give and take, my lov- Use careful watch, choose trusty sentine's. ing lord.

Nor. I go, my lord.

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K. Rich. Stir with the lark to-morrow, gentle Once more good night, kind lords and gentle.

Norfolk.
Nor. warrant you, my lord. [Erit.

[Exeunt Lords, $c. with STANLEY. K. Rich. Ratcliff,

() Thou! whose captain I account myself, Rat. My lord?

Look on my forces with a gracious eye; K. Rich. Send out a pursuivant at arms Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath Io Stanley's regiment; bid him bring his That they may crush down with a heavy fa!' power

The usurping helmets of our adversaries? Before sun-rising, lest his son George fall Make us thy ministers of chastisement, into the blind cave of eternal night.

That we may praise thee in thy victory! Fill me a bowl of wine.-Give me a watch:*- To Thee I do commend my watchful soul.

{To CATESBY. Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes; Saddle white Surrey for the field to-morrow.- Sleeping, and waking, 0, defend me still! Look that my stavest be sound, and not too

[Sleeps. heavy. Ratcliff,

The Ghost of Prince Edward, son to HENRY Rat. My lord?

the sixth, rises between the two tents. K. Rich. Saw'st thou the melancholy lord Northumberland ?

Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul toRat. Thomas the earl of Surrey, and himself, Think, how thou stab’dst me in my prime of

morrow!

[To K'ing' RICHARD. Much about cock-shutt time, from troop to troop,

youth

[diers. Went through the army, cheering up the sol- At Tewksbury; Despair therefore, and die! K. Rich. I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of Be cheerful, Richmond; for the wronged souls wine:

Of butcher'd princes tight in thy behalf: I have not that alacrity of spirit,

King Henry's issue, Richmond, comforts thee. Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have.So, set it down.-Is ink and paper ready?

The Ghost of King HENRY the sixth rises. Rat. It is, my lord. K. Rich. Bid my guard watch ; leave me.

Ghost. When I was mortal, my anointed About the mid of night, come to my tent

body

[To King RICHARD. And help to arm me.--Leave me,

I

By thee was punched full of deadly holes: (King Richard retires into his Tent. Exeunt Think on the Tower, and me; Despair, and RATCLIFF and CATESBY.

die; Harry the sixth bids thee despair and die.

Virtuous and holy, be thou conqueror! RICHMOND's Tent opens, and discwers him,

[To RICHMOND. and his officers, &c.

Harry, that prophesy'd thou should'st be king, Enter STANLEY.

Doth comfort thee in thy sleep; Live, and

flourish! Stan. Fortune and victory sit on thy helm! Richm. All comfort that the dark night can

The Ghost of CLARENCE rises. afford, Be to thy person, noble father-in-law!

Ghost. Let me sit heavy on thy soul toTell me, how fares our loving mother?

morrow!

{To King RICHARD. Stan. I, by attorney, bless thee from thy I, that was wash'd to death with fulsome mother,

wine, Who prays continually for Richmond's good;

Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! So much for that.-—The silent hours steal

To-morrow in the battle think on me, And flaky darkness breaks witbin the east.

And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and In brief, for so the season bids us be,

die! Prepare thy battle early in the morning;

Thou offspring of the house of Lancaster, And put thy fortune to the arbitrement

[To RICHMOND. Of bloody strokes, and mortal-staring war.

The wronged heirs of York do pray for thee; I, as I may, (that which I would, I cannot,)

Good angels guard thy battle! Live, and With best advantage will deceive the time,

flourish! And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms: But on thy side I may not be too forward,

The Ghosts of Rivers, Grey, and VAUGHAN, Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George Be executed in his father's sight:

Riv. Let me sit heavy on thy soul to-morrow Farewell: The leisure and the fearful time

[To King RICHARD Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love,

Rivers, that died at Pomfret! Despair, and And ample interchange of sweet discourse,

die! Which so long sunder'd friends should dwell Grey. Think upon Grey, and let thy soul upon;

despair! [To King RICHARD. God give us leisure for these rites of love! Vaugh. Think upon Vaughan; and, with Once more, adieu :-Be valiant, and speed

guilty fear, well!

Let fall thy lance ! Despair, and die!Richm. Good lords, conduct him to his regi

[To King RICHARD. ment;

[nap; All. Awake! and think, our wrongs in RichI'll strive, with troubled thoughts, to take a

ard's bosom

[To R'CHMOND. Lest leaden slumber peisels me down to-mor- Will conquer him;-awake, and win the day! When I should mount with wings of victory :

The Ghost of HASTINGS rises.

Ghost. Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake. * A watch-light. + Word of the lanccs. Twilight

[To King RICHARD. | Deputation.

| Weigh.

And in a bloody battle end thy days!

on,

rise.

row,

in joy;

Inour.

Think on lord Hastings; and despair, and Throng to the bar, crying all.-Guilty! guilty die !

I shall despair.-There is no creature loves Quiet untroubled soul, awake, awake!

me;

[To RICHMOND. And, if I die, no soul will pity me :Arm, fight, and conquer, for fair England's Nay, wherefore should they ? since that I mysake!

Find in myself no pity to myself. (selt

Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd The Ghosts of the two young PRINCES rise.

Came to my tent: and every one did threat Ghosts. Dream on thy cousins smother'd in To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.

the Tower; Let us be lead within thy bosom, Richard,

Enter RATCLIFF. And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and Rat. My lord,death!

K. Rich. Who's there? Thy nephews'souls bid thee despair, and die, Rut. Ratcliff, my lord ; 'tis I. The early vil. Sleep, Richmond, sleep in peace, and wake

lage cock

Hath twice done salutation to the morn; Good angels guard thee from the boar's annoy! Your friends are up, and buckle on their arLive, and beget a happy race of kings! Edward's unhappy sons do bid thee flourish. K. Rich. O, Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fear

ful dream!

(true? The Ghost of Queen Anne rises.

What thinkest thou? will our friends prove all

Rat, No doubt, my lord.
Ghost. Richard, thy wife, that wretched K. Rich. Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,-
Anne thy wife,

Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of That never slept a quiet hour with thee,

shadows. Now fills thy sleep with perturbations: K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to. To-morrow in the battle think on me,

night And fall thy edgeless sword; Despair, and Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, die!

Than can the substance of ten thousand solThou, quiet soul, sleep thou a quiet sleep;

diers,

[To RICHMOND. Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond. Dream of success and happy victory;

It is not yet near day. Come, go with me; Thy adversary's wife doth pray for thee. Under our tents I'll play the eaves-dropper,

To hear, if any mean to shrink from me.
The Ghost of BUCKINGHAM rises.

(Exeunt King RICHARD and RATCLIFF. Ghost. The first was I, that help'd thee to RICHMOND wakes. Enter OXFORD and others. the crown;

[To King RICHARD. Lords. Good morrow, Richmond. The last was I that felt thy tyranny :

Richm. 'Cry mercy, lords, and watchful genO, in the battle think on Buckingham,

tlemen, And die in terror of thy guiltiness!

That yea have ta'en a tardy sluggard here. Dream on, dream on, of bloody deeds and Lords. How have you slept, my lord ?

(breath!- Richm. The sweetest sleep, and fairest-bodFainting, despair; despairing, yield thy ing dreams, I died for hope, ere I could lend thee aid : That ever enter'd in a drowsy head,

[To Richmond. Have I since your departure had, my lords. But cheer thy heart, and be thou not dismay'd: Methought, their souls, whose bodies Richard God, and good angels, fight on Richmond's murder’d, side;

Came to my tent, and cried-On! victory! And Richard falls in height of all his pride. I promise you, my heart is very jocund [The Ghosts vanish. King RICHARD starts In the remembrance of so fair a dream. out of his dream.

How far into the morning is it, lords ? K. Rich. Give me another horse,-bind up Lords. Upon the stroke of four. my wounds,

Richm. Why, then 'tis time to arm, and give Have mercy, Jesu!-Soft; I did but dream.

direction.-[He advances to the troops. O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict More than I have said, loving countrymen, me!

(night. The leisure and enforcement of the time The lights burn blue.-It is now dead mid- Forbids to dwell on. Yet remember this,Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. God, and our good cause, fight upon our side; What do I fear? myself? there's none else by: The prayers of holy saints, and wronged souls, Richard loves Richard ; that is, I am I. Like high-rear'd bulwarks, stand before our Is there a murderer here? No ;-Yes; I am:

faces; Then fly, -What, from myself? Great reason : Richard except, those, whom we fight against, Why?

Had rather have us win, than him they follow. Lest I revenge. What? Myself on myself? For what is he they follow? truly, gentlemen, I love myself. Wherefore? for any good, A bloody tyrant, and a homicide ;, [blish's; That I myself have done unto myself? One rais'd'in blood, and one in blood esta. 0, no: alas, I rather hate myself,

One that made means to come by what he hath, For hateful deeds committed by myself. And slaughter'd those that were the means to I am a villain : Yet I lie, I am not. [ter.

help him; Fool, of thyself speak well:- Fool, do not flat- A base foul stone, made precious by the foil My conscience bath a thousard several tongues, Of England's chair, * where he is falsely set: And every tongue brings in a several tale, One that hath ever been God's enemy : And every tale condemns me for a villain. Then, if you fight against God's enemy, Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree, God will, in justice, wardt you as his soldiers; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us’d in each degree;

* Throne

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death;

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