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SCENE IV. · France. Before Orleans. This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,

Enter, on the walls, the Master-Gunner and his To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.

Son.
Glo. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back :
Thy scarlet robes, as a child's bearing cloth

M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is I'll use, to carry thee out of this place.

besieg'd ; Win. Do what thou dar’st; I beard thee to thy

And how the English have the suburbs won. face.

Son. Father, I know; and oft have shot at them, Glo, What ? am I dar'd, and bearded to my

Howe'er, unfortunate, I missed my aim. face?

M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou rul'd Draw, men, for all this privileged place;

by me : Blue-coats to tawny-coats . Priest, beware your Something I must do, to procure me grace.

Chief master gunner am I of this town; (Gloster and his men attack the Bishop.

The prince's espials have informed me, I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly :

How the English, in the suburbs close intrench’d, Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat;

Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars In spite of pope, or dignities of church,

In yonder tower, to overpeer the city ; Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.

And thence discover, bow, with most advantage, Win. Gloster, thou'lt answer this before the They may vex us, with shot, or with assault.

To intercept this inconvenience, pope. Glo. Winchester goose, I cry - a rope ! a rope !

A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd ; Now beat them hence, Why do you let them stay?

And fully even these three days have I watch'u, Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.

If I could see them. Now, boy, do thou watch, Out, tawney-coats ! - out, scarlet hypocrite!

For I can stay no longer.

If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word ; Here a great tumult. In the midst of it, Enter the And thou shalt find me at the governor's. [Erit. Mayor of London, and Olicers.

Son. Father, I warrant you; take you no care; May. Fye, lords ! that you, being supreme ma

I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them. gistrates, Thus contumeliously should break the peace !

Enter, in an upper chamber of a tower, the LORDS

SALISBURY and Talbot, Sir WILLIAN GLANS. Glo. Peace, mayor ; thou know'st litile of my

D'ALE, Sir Thomas GARGRAVE, and others. wrongs : Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God rior king, Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again returu'd ! Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.

How wert thou handled, being prisoner? Win. Here's Gloster, too, a foe to citizens; Or by what means got'st thou to be releas'd ? One that still motions war, and never peace, Discourse, I pr’ythee, on this turret's top. O'ercharging your free purses with large fines; Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner, That seeks to overthrow religion,

Cailed - the brave lord Ponton de Santrailles; Because he is protector of the realm ;

For him I was exchang'd and ransomed. And would have armour here out of the Tower, But with a baser man of arins by far, To crown himself king, and suppress the prince. Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me Glo. I will not answer thee with words, but Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death blows.

[Here they skirmish again. Rather than I would be so pil'd esteem'd. May. Nought rests for me, in thus tumultuous In fine, redeem'd I was as I desir'd. strife,

But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my But to make open proclamation :

heart ! Come, officer, as loud as e'er thou can'st.

Whom with my bare fists I would execute,

If I now had him brought into my power. Of All manner of men, assembled here in arms this

Sal. Yet tellist thou not, how thou wert enterday, against God's peace and the king's, we charge

tain'd. and command you, in his highness' name, to repair

Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious to your several dwelling-pılaces ; and not to wear, handle, or use, any sword, weapon, or dagger, In open market-place produc'd they me, henceforward, upon pain of death.

To be a publick spectacle to all :
Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law : Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
But we shall meet, and break our minds at large. The scare-crow that aftrights our children so.
Win. Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dear cost, be Then broke I from the others that led ine;

And with my nails diggd stones out of th: Thy heart-blood I will have, for this day's work.

ground, May. I'll call for clubs, if you will not away: To hurl at the beholders of my sharne. This cardinal is more haughty than the devil. My grisly countenance made others fly ; Glo. Mayor, farewell : thou dost but what thou None durst come near, for fear of sudden death. may’st.

In iron walls they deem'd me not secure; l'in. Abominable Gloster! guard thy head ; So great fear of my name 'mongst them was För I intend to have it, ere long. [Ereunt.

spread, May. See the coast clear'd, and then we will That they suppos’d, I could rend bars of sted, depart.

And spurn in pieces posts of adamant :
Good God! that nobles should such stomachs bear ! Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,
I myself fight not once in forty yeria [Ereunt. That walk'd about me every minute-while ;

taunts.

sure:

thee ;

And if I did out stir out of my bed,

SCENE V. The same. Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.

Before one of the Gates. Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd;

Alarum. Skirmishings. Tarbor pursueth the DauBut we will be reveng'd sufficiently.

phin, and driveih him in; then enter JOAN LA Now it is supper-time in Orleans :

Pucelle, driving Englishmen before her. Then Here, through this grate, I can count every one, enter TALBOT. And view the Frenchinen how they fortify; Let us look in, the sight will much delight thee.

Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my

force? Sir Thomas Gargrave, and sir William Glansdale, Let me have your express opinions,

Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them? Where is best place to make our battery next.

A woman, clad in armour, chaseth them. Gar. I think, at the north gate ; for there stand

Enter LA PUCELLE. lords. Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge. Here, here she comes : I'll have a bout with

Tal. For aught I see, this city must be famish'd, Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.

Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee :
(Shot from the town. SALISBURY and Sir

Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,
Tuo. GARGRAVE fall.

And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv'st, Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sin- Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace ners !

thee.

[They fight. Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woeful inan!

Tal. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail ? Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage, cross'd us? —

And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder, Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak;

But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet. How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men ?

Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come: One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck off!- I must go victual Orleans forthwith. Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand,

O’ertake me, if thou canst ; I scorn thy strength. That hath contriv'd this woeful tragedy !

Go, go, cheer up thy hunger-starved men ; In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame ;

Help Salisbury to make his testament: Henry the fifth he first train’d to the wars ;

This day is ours, as many more shall be. Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,

[PUCELLE enters the Town, with Soldiers. His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field. Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury ? though thy speech doth

wheel; fail,

I know not where I am, nor what I do: One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace :

A witch, by fear not force, like Hannibal, The sun with one eye vieweth all the world. Drives back our troops, and conquers as she lists : Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,

So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome stench, If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hand!

Are from their hives, and houses, driven away. Bear hence his body, I will help to bury it. - They call'd us, for our fierceness, English dogs; Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?

Now, like to whelps, we crying run away. Speak unto Talbot ; nay, look

(A short alarum. Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort; Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight, Thou shalt not die, whiles

Or tear the lions out of England's coat; He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me;

Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead : As who should say, When I am dead and gone,

Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf, Remember to avenge me on the French.

Or horse, or oxen, from the leopard, Plantagenet, I will; and Nerv-like,

As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves. Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:

[ Alarum. Another skirmish. Wretched shall France be only in my name.

It will not be : - Retire into your trenches : [Thunder heard ; afterwards an alarum. You all consented unto Salisbury's death, What stir is this? What tumult's in the heavens ?

For none would strike a stroke in his revenge. Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise ?

Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,

In spite of us, or aught that we could do.
Enter a Messenger.

O, would I were to die with Salisbury ! Mess. My lord, my lord, the French have ga- The shame hereof will make me hide my head ! ther'd head :

[Alarum. Retreat. Ereunt TALBOT and his The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,

Forces, fc.
A holy prophetess, new risen up,
Is come with a great power to raise the siege.

SCENE VI. - The same.
(SALISBURY groans.

Enter, on the walls, PucELLE, CHARLES, REIGNIER, Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth

ALENÇON, and Soldiers. It irks his heart, he cannot be reveng'd.

Puc. Advance our waving colours on the walls; Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you :

Rescu'd is Orleans from the English wolves : Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,

Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word. Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels, Char. Divinesi i reature, bright Astræa's daughAnd make a quagmire of your mingled brains. Convey me Salisbury into his tent,

How shall 1 honour thee for this success ? And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens,

dare. [Exeunt, bearing out the bodies. That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next. -

up to him.

groan!

ter,

France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess ! And all the priests and friars in my realm
Recover'd is the town of Orleans :

Shall, in procession, sing her endless praise.
More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.

A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear, liery. Why ring not out he bells throughout the Than Rhodope's, or Memphis', ever was: town?

In memory of her, when she is dead, Dauphin, cominand the citizens make bonfires, Her ashes, in an urn more precious And feast and banquet in the open streets,

Than the rich jewel'd coffer of Darius,
To celebrate the joy that God hath given us. Transported shall be at high festivals
Alen. All France will be replete with mirth and Before the kings and queens of France.
joy,

No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry,
When they shall hear how we have play'd the men. But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
Char. "Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is Come in : and let us banquet royally,
won ;

After this golden day of victory.
For which, I will divide my crown with her :

(Flourish. Ereunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I.
The same.

Of English Henry, shall this night appear

How much in duty I am bound to both.
Enter to the gates, a French Sergeant, and Two
Sentinels.

[The English scale the walls, crying St. George! Sery. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant :

a Talbot! and all enter by the Town. If any noise, or soldier, you perceive,

Sent. [Within.) Arm, arm! the enemy doth make Near to the walls, by some apparent sign,

assault! Let us have knowledge at the court of guard. 1 Sent. Sergeant, you shall. [Erit Sergeant.] The French leap over the walls in their shi ts. Thus are poor servitors

Enter, several ways, Bastard, ALENÇON, Reig, (When others sleep upon their quiet beds,)

NIER, half ready, and half unrearly. Constrain’d to watch in darkness, rain, and cold. Alen. How now, my lords? what, all unready so?

Bast. Unready? ay, and glad we 'scap'd so well. Enter Talkot, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and Forces,

Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave out with scaling laiders ; their drums beating a dead

beds, march.

Hearing alarums at our chamber doors. Tal. Lord regent, and redoubted Burgundy,- Alen. Of all exploits, since first I follow'd arms, By whose approach, the regions of Artois,

Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprize Walloon, and Picardy, are friends to us,

More venturous, or desperate than this. This happy night the Frenchmen are secure,

Bust. I think, this Talbot be a fiend of hell. Having all day carous’d and banqueted :

Reig. If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favorir Embrace we then this opportunity ;

him. Is fitting best to quittance their deceit,

Alen. Here cometh Charles; I marvel, how lie Contriv'd by art, and baleful sorcery.

sped. Bed. Coward of France ! - how much he wrongs

Enter CHARLES and La Pucelle. his fame, Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,

Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard. To join with witches, and the help of hell.

Char. Is this thy' cunning, thou deceitful dame? Bur. Traitors have never other company.

Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
But what's that Pucelle, whom they term so pure ? Make us partakers of a little gain,
Tul. A maid, they say.

That now our loss might be ten times so much ? Bed.

A maid! and be so martial ! Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculino ere

friend? long;

At all times will you have my power alike? If underneath the standard of the French,

Sleeping, or waking, must I still prevail, She carry armour, as she hath begun.

Or will you blame and lay the fault on me? Tril. Well, let them practise and converse with Improvident soldiers ! had your watch been good, spirits :

This sudden mischief never could have fall'n.
God is our fortress; in whose conquering name, Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your default;
Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks. That, being captain of the watch to-night,

Bed. Ascend, brave Talbot ; we will follow thee. Did look no better to that weighty charge.
Tal. Not all together : better far, I guess,

Alen. Had all your quarters been as safely kept, That we do make our entrance several ways;

As that whereof I had the government, That, if it chance the one of us do fail,

We had not been thus shamefully surpriz’d. The other yet may rise against their force.

Bust. Mine was secure. Beil. Agreed; I’li to yon corner.

Reig.

And so was mine, my lord. Bw.

And I to this. Char. And, for myself, most part of all this Ta. And here will Talbot mount, or make his

night, grave's

Within her quarter, and mine own precinct, Now, Salisbury for thec, and for the right I was employ'd in passing to and fru,

men

my mind.

About relieving of the sentinels :

Bur. Is it even so ? Nay, then, I see, our wars Then how, or which way, should they first break in? Will turn unto a peaceful comiek sport,

Puc. Question, my lords, no further of the case, When ladies crave to be encounter'd with. How, or which way; 'tis sure, they found some place You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit. But weakly guarded, where the breach was made. Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world of And now there rests no other shift but this, To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers’d, Could not prevail with all their oratory, And lay new platforms to endamage them.

Yet hath a woman's kindness over-rul'd:

And therefore tell her, I return great thanks ; Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying a Tal- And in submission will attend on her.

bot! a Talbot! They fly, leaving their clothes Will not your honours bear me company ? behind.

Bed. No, truly; it is more than manners will : Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have left.

And I have heard it said, — Unbidden guests The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword;

Are often welcomest when they are gone. For I have loaden me with many spoils,

Tal. Well then, alone, since there's no remedy, Using no other weapon but his name. [Exit. I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.

Come hither, captain. [Whispers. ] - You perceive SCENE II. - Orleans. Within the Town.

Capt. I do, my lord ; and mean accordingly. Enter Talbot, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a Captain,

(Ereunt. and others. Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled, SCENE III. Auvergne. Court of the Castle. Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.

Enter the COUNTESS and her Porter. Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.

[Retreat sounded.

Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge ; Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury ;

And, when you have done so, bring the keys to me. And here advance it in the market-place,

Port. Madam, I will.

[Erit. The middle centre of this cursed town.

Count. The plot is laid: if all things fall out right, Now have I paid my vow unto his soul;

I shall as famous be by this exploit, For every drop of blood was drawn from him, As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death. There hath at least five Frenchmen died to-night.

Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight, And, that hereafter ages may behold

And his achievements of no less account: What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,

Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears, Within their chiefest temple I'll erect

To give their censure of these rare reports.
A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr’d:
Upon the which, that every one may read,

Enter Messenger and TALBOT.
Shall be engrav'd the sack of Orleans ;

Mess. Madam,
The treacherous manner of his mournful death, According as your ladyship desir’d,
And what a terror he had been to France.

By message crav'd, so is lord Talbot come.
But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,

Count. And he is welcome. What! is this the I muse, we met not with the Dauphin's grace ;

man ? His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc; Mess. Madam, it is. Nor any of bis false confederates.

Count.

Is this the scourge of France ? Bed. "Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad, began,

That with his name the mothers still their babes ? Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds, I see, report is fabulous and false : They did, amongst the troops of armed men, I thought, I should have seen some Hercules, Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.

A second Hector, for his grim aspect, Bur. Myself (as far as I could well discern, And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs. For smoke, and dusky vapours of the night,) Alas! this is a child, a silly dwarf: Am sure, I scar’d the Dauphin, and his trull ; It cannot be, this weak and writhled shrimp When arm in arm they both came swiftly running, Should strike such terror to his enemies. Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves,

Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you : That could not live asunder day or night.

But, since your ladyship is not at leisure, After that things are set in order here,

I'll sort some other time to visit you. We'll follow them with all the power we have.

Count. What means he now ? - Go ask him,

whither he goes. Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Stay, my lord Talbot ; for my lady craves Mess. All hail, my lords ! which of this princely To know the cause of your abrupt departure. train

Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts

I go to certify her, Talbot's here.
So much applauded through the realm of France ?
Tal. Here is the Talbot ; who would speak with

Re-enter Porter, with keys.
him?

Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner Mess. The virtuous lady, countess of Auvergne, · Tal. Prisoner ! to whom ? With modesty adıniring thy renown,

Count.

To me, blood-thirsty iord; By me entreats, good lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe And for that cause I train'd thee to my house. To visit her poor eastle where she lies ;

Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me, That she may boast, she hath beheld the man For in my gallery thy picture hangs : Whose glory fills the world with loud report. But now the substance shall endure the like;

.

turn to moan.

And I will chain these legs and arms of thine, Between two blades, which bears the better temper That hast by tyranny, these many years,

Between two horses, which doth bear him best, Wasted our country, slain our citizens,

Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye, And sent our sons and husbands captivate.

I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgment Tal. Ha, ha, ha!

But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Count. Laughest thou, wretch ? thy mirth shall Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.

Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond, The truth appears so naked on my side, To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow, That any purblind eye may find it out. Whereon to practice your severity.

Som. And on my side it is so well apparell’d, Count. Why, art not thou the man?

So clear, so shining, and so evident, Tal.

I am indeed.

That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. Count. Then have I substance too.

Plan. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and so loath to Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself:

speak, You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here; In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts : For what you see, is but the smallest part

Let him, that is a true-born gentleman, And least proportion of humanity:

And stands upon the honour of his birth, I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here, If he suppose that I have pleaded truth, It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,

From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. Your roof were not sufficient to contain it.

Som. Let him that is no coward, nor no flatterer, Count. This is a riddling merchant for the nonce; But dare maintain the party of the truth, He will be here, and yet he is not here :

Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me. How can these contrarieties agree?

War. I love no colours; and, without all colour Tal. That will I show you presently.

Of base insinuating flattery,

I pluck this white rose, with Plantagenet. He winds a Horn. Drums heard; then a Peal of

Suf. I pluck this red rose, with young Somerset; Ordnance. The Gates being forced, enter Soldiers.

And say withal, I think he held the right. How say you, madam? are you now persuaded, Ver. Stay, lords, and gentlemen ; and pluck no That Talbot is but shadow of himself?

more, These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength, Till you conclude -- that he, upon whose side With which he yoketh your rebellious necks ; The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree, Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns, Shall yield the other in the right opinion. And in a moment makes them desolate.

Som. Good master Vernon, it is well objected ; Count. Victorious Talbot ! pardon my abuse: If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence. I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited,

Plan. And I. And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.

Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of the Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath ;

case, For I am sorry, that with reverence

I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here, I did not entertain thee as thou art.

Giving my verdict on the white rose side. Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady ; nor misconstrue Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off" ; The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake

Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red, The outward composition of his body.

And fall on my side so against your will. What you have done, hath not offended me :

Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, No other satisfaction do I crave,

Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, But only (with your patience,) that we may And keep me on the side where still I am. Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have ; Som. Well, well, come on; Who else? For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well. Law. Unless my study and my books be false,

Count. With all my heart; and think me honoured The argument you held, was wrong in you; To feast so great a warrior in my house. (Ereunt.

[To SOMERSET.

In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too. SCENE IV. - London. The Temple Garden. Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argument ?

Som. Here, in my scabbard ; meditating that, Enter the Earls of Somerset, Suffolk, and War

Shall die your white rose in a bloody red. WICK; RichaRD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and another Lawyer.

Plan. Mean time, your cheeks do counterfeit our Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means For pale they look with fear, as witnessing this silence ?

The truth on our side. Dare no man answer in a case of truth?

Som.

No, Plantagenet, Suf. Within the Temple hall we were too loud ; 'Tis not for fear; but anger,

that thy cheeks "The garden here is more convenient.

Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our roses ; Plan. Then say at once, If I maintain’d the truth; And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Or, else, was wrangling Somerset in the error ? Plan. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset ?

Suf. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law; Son. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet ? And never yet could frame my will to it;

Plan. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his And, therefore, frame the law unto my will. Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then be Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.

Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleedingWar. Beiween two hawks, which flies the higlier

roses, pitch,

That shall inaintain what I have said is true, Between two dogs, which liath the deeper mouth, Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.

roses

truth;

tween us.

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