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Which they would have the profferer construe, dy. Till I have found each letter in the letter,
fie, fie ! how wayward is this foolish love, Except mine own name ; that some whirlwind bear
Tbat, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock,
And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod !

And throw it thence into the raging sea!
How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,

Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,-
When willingly I would have had her here ! Poor forlorn Proleus, passionate Proteus,
llow angrily I taught my brow to frown,

To the sweet Julia ; that I'll tear away ;
When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile! And yet I will not, sith so prettily
Mly penance is, io call Luceita back,

He couples it to his complaining names; and ask remission for my fully past.

Thus will I fold them one upon another ; What bo! Luceita!

Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. Re-enter LUCETTA.

Re-enter LUCETTA. Luc.

What would your ladyship? Luc. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father Jul. Is it near dinner-time?

stays. Luc.

I would it were ;

Jul. Well, let us go. That you might kill your stomach on your meat, Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-tales And not upon your maid.

here? Jul.

What is't you took up Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. So gingerly?

Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down : Luc. Nothing.

Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. Jul.

Why didst thou stoop tben? Jul. I see you have a month's mind to them. Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall.

Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you Jul. And is that paper nothing? Luc.

Nothing concerning me. I see things too, although you judge I wink. Jul. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Jul. Come, come, wilt please you go? (Exeunt.

Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, Unless it have a false interpreter.

SCENE 111.-The same. 1 Room in Antonio's Jul. Some love of yours hath writ to you io rhyme.

Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune :
Give me a note: your ladyship can set.

Enter Antonio and Pantixo.
Jul. As little by such ioys as may be possible : Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sad talk was that,
Best sing it to the tune of Light o' love.

Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister ? Luc. It is too beavy for so light a tune.

Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Pruteus, your son. Jul. Heary? belike, it bath some burden then. Ant. Why, what of him? Luc. Ay; and melodious were it, would you


He wonder'd, that your lordship

Would suffer him to spend his youth at home; Jul. And why not you ?

Wbile other men, of slender reputation, Luc.

I cannot reach so high. Put forth their sons to seek preferment out: Jul. Let's see your song ;-How now, minion? Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there;

Luc. Keep lune there still, so you willsing it out: Some, to discover islands far away ; And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. Some, to the studious universities, Jul. You do not?

For any, or for all these exercises, Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp.

He said, that Proteus, your son was meet : Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.

And did request me, to impórtune you, Luc. Nay, now you are too flat,

To let him spend his time no more at home, And mar the concord with 100 harsh a descant: W bich would be great impeachment to bis age, There wantelb but a inean to fill your song. In having known no travel in his youth, Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus.

that Jul. This babble shall not henceforth troubleme. Whereon this month I have been bammering. Here is a coil with protestation !--[Tears the letter. I have consider'd well bis loss of time; Go, get you gone ; and let th- papers lie: And how he can not be a perfect man, You would be fingering them, to anger me. Not being try'd, and tutor’d in the world : Luc. She makes it strange ; but she would be Experience is by industry ac bier'd, best pleas'd

And perfected by the swift course of time :
To be so anger'd with another letter. [Esit. Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him ?

Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same! Pan. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,
O hateful bands, 10 tear such loving words! How his companion, youthful Valentine,
Injurious wasps ! to feed on such sweet honey. Attends the emperor in his royal court.
And kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings ! Ant. I know it well.
I'll kiss each several paper for amends.

Pan. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sea And, here is writ--kind Julia ;--uukind Julia !

him thither: As in revenge of thy ingratitude.

There shall he practise tilts and tournaments, I throw thy name against the bruising stines, lear sweet discourse, converse with noblemen; Trampling contemptuously on thy disd in. And be in eye of every exercise, Look, here is wrii-love-rounded Proteus:-- Hl'ortby his youth and nobleness of birth, Poor wouuded name! my bosuin as a bed,

Ant. I like thy coursel; well bast thou adris'd: Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be throughly heal'd: Anu, itthcu nay st perceive how well I like it. And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss.

The execution of it shall make known;
Bnt twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down : Even with the speediest execution
Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away I will lespatch lim to the emperor's court.

sing it.

but one.

Pax. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Al

phonso, With other gentlemen of good esteem, Are journeying to salute the emperor,

ACT II. And to commend their service to his will.

Ant. Good company; with them shall Proteus go. SCENE I.-Milan. In Apartment in the Duke s
And, in good time,-now will we break with bim.


Pro, Sweet love! sweet lines ! sweet life!
Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;

Speed. Sir, your glove.
Here is ber oath for love, her honour's pawn :

Val. Not mine ; my gloves are on. 0, that our fathers would applaud our loves,

Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is To seal our happiness with their consents ! O heavenly Julia !

Val. Ha! let me see : ay, give it me, it's mine: Ant. How now? what letter are you reading Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine! there?

Ah Silvia ! Silvia ! Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or Speed. Madam Silvia ! Madam Silvia ! two

Val. How now, sirrah? Of commendation sent from Valentine,

Speed. She is not within hearing, sir. Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.

Val. Why, sir, who bade you call ber? Ant. Lend me the letter; let me see wbat news. Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook. Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he Val. Well, you'll still be too forward. writes

Speedy And yet I was last chidden for being too How happily be lives, how well-belov'd,

slow, And daily graced by the emperor;

Val Go to, sir; tell me, do you know madam Wishing me with bim, partner of his fortune.

Silvia ?
Ant. And bow stand you affected to his wish ? Speed. She that your worship loves ?
Pro. As one relying on your lordship's will,

Val. Why, how know you that I am in love ? And not depending on his friendly wish.

Speed. Narry, by these special marks : First, Ant. My will is something sorted with bis wish: you bave learned, like sir Proteus, to wreath your Muse not ibat I thus suddenly proceed ;

arms like a male-content; to relish a love-song, For what I will, I will, and there an end.

like a Robin-red-breast; to walk alone, like one I am resolv'd, that thou sbalt spond some time

that had the pestilence; to sigh, like a scbool-boy With Valentinus in the emperor's court;

that had lost his A. B.C; to weep, like a young Wbat maintenance he from bis friends receives,

wench that had buried her gran lam; to fast, like Like exhibition shalt thou bare from me.

one that takes diet; to watch, like one that fears To-morrow be in readinoss to go:

robbing; to speak puling, like a beggar at HallowExcuse it not, for I am peremptors.

You were wont, when you laugbed, to crow Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon pruvided ;

like a cock ; when you walked, to walk like one of Please you, deliberate a day or two.

the lions ; when you fasted, it was presently after Ant. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent after dinner; when you looked sadly, it was for want of thee:

money: and now you are metamorphosed with a Nu more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.

mistress, that, when I look on you, I can hardly Come on, Panthino ; you shall be employ'd

think you my master. To hasten on his expedition.

Val. Are all these things perceived in me? (Eseunt Axt. and Pan. Speed. They are all perceived without you. Pro. Thus bave I shunn'd the fire, for fear of Val. Without me? they cannot. burning;

Speed. Without you ? nay, that's certain, for, Ald drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd: without you were so simple, none else would : but I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter,

you are so without these follies, that these follies Lest he should take exceptions to my love ;

are within you, and shine through you like the And with the vantage of mine own excuse

water in an urinal ; that not an eye, that sees you, Hath be excepted most against my love.

hut is a physician to comment on your inalady: 0, bow this spring of love resembleth

Val. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia ? The uncertain glory of an April day;

Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at Which cow sbows all the beauty of the sun, supper?

Val. Hast thou observed that? even she I mean And by and by a cloud takes all away!

Speed. Why, sir, I know ber not.
Re-enter PANTHINO.

Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her,

and yet knowest her not? Pan. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you ;

Speed. Is she not hard-favoured, sir ? He is in haste, therefore, I pray you, go.

Val. Not so fair, boy, as well-favoured. Pro. Why, this it is! my heart accords thereto;

Spced. Sir, I know that well enough. And yet a thousand times it answers, no. (Ereunt. Val. What dost thou know?

Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) wellfavoured.

Val. I mean, that ber beauty is exquisite, hut her favour infinite.

Speed. That's because the one, is painted, and the other out of all count.

Val. How painted ? and how out of count?


Speed. Marry, sir, so painted to make her fair, Val. Madam, they are for you. that no man counts of her beauty.

Sil. Ay, ay, you writ them, sir, at my request ; Val. How esteemost thou me? I account of her Bue I will none of them; they are for you: beauty

I would have had them writ more movingly. Speedl. You never saw her si ce she was deformed. Val. Please you, I'll write your adyship another. Val. How long hath she been deformed ?

Sil. And when it's writ, for my sake read it over : Speed. Ever since you loved her.

And if it please you, so : if not, why, so. Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her; and Val. If it please me, madam! what then ? Atill I see her beautiful.

Sil. Wby, if it please you, take it for your labour. Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her. And so good morrow, servant. [Erit Silvia. Val, Why?

Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a mine eyes; or your own eyes had the lights they

steeple ! were wont to have, when you chid at sir Proteus My master sues to her; and she hath taught her for going ungartered !

suitor, Val. What should I see tben ?

He being her pupil, to become ber tutor. Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing O excellent device ! was there ever heard a better? deformity : for he, being in love, could not see to That my master, being scribe, to himself should garter bis hose ; and you, being in love, cannot see

write the letter? to put on your hose.

Val. How now, sir ? what are you reasoning Val. Belike, boy, then you are in love ; for last with yourself? morning you could not see to wipe my shoes. Speed. Nay, I was rhyming ; 'tis you that have

Speed. True, sir ; I was in love with my bed : I the reason. thank you, you swinged me for my love, which Val. To do what? makes me the bolder to chide you for yours. Speed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia.

Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her. Val. To whom !

Speed. I would you were set ; so, your affcction Speed. To yourself: why, she woos you by a would cease.

figure. Val. Last night she enjoined me to write some Val. What figure? nines to one she loves.

Speed. By a letter, I should say. Speed. And have you ?

Val. Why, she hath not writ to me? Val. I have.

Speed. What needs she, when she bath made you Speed. Are they not lamely writ?

write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them ;-jest? Peace, bere she comes.

Val. No, believe me.

Speed. No believing you indeed, sir: But did Enter Silvia.

you perceive her earnesi ? Speed. O excellent motion! O exceeding puppet ! Val. She gave me none, except an angry word. now will be interpret to her.

Speed. Why, she hath given you a letter. Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good- Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend.

Speed. And that letter hath slie deliver'd, and Speed. 0, 'give you good even! bere's a million there an end. of manners.

[Aside. Val. I would, it were no worse. Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thou- Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well: sand.

Speed. He should give her interest, and she gives For often you have writ to her; and she, in modesty, it him.

Or else for want of idle time, could not again reply ; Val. As you enjoin'd me. I bave writ your letter, Or fearing else some messenger, that might her mind Unto the secret nameless friend of yours ;

discover, Which I was much unwilling to proceed in,

Herself hath taught her love himself to write unto her But for my duty to your ladyship.

lover.Sil. I thank you, gentle servant : 'tis very All this I speak in print, for in print I found it.Val. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off;

Why muse you, sir ? 'tis dinner-time.

Val. I have dined.
For, being ignorant to whom it goes,
I writ at random, very doubtfully.

Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir; though the came

leon Love can feed on the air, I am one that am Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much nourished by my victuals, and would fain have

pains ? Val. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write,

meat; 0, bé not like your mistress; be moved, be moved.

[Exeunt Please you command, a thousand times as much :

Sil. A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel ;j SCENE II.–Verona. A Room in Julia's Horn And yet I will pot name it :-and yet I care not ;

Enter PROTEUS and Julia.
And yet take this again ;--and yet I thank you ;
Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more. Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.
Speed. And yet you will; and yet another yet. Jul. I must, where is no remedy.

[ Aside. Pro. When possibly I can, I will return. Val. What means your ladyship? do you not Jul. If you turn not, you will return the soone like it?

Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake. Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ:

(Giving a ring But since unwilling 'y', take them again ;

Pro. Why then we'll make exchange; horc, tak: Nav, take them.

vou this


clerkly done.

And yet,


Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss. losing thy voyage, lose thy master; and, in losing

Prs. Here is my band for my true constancy ; thy master, lose thy service ; and, in losing thy And when that hour o'er-slips ine in the day, service,-Wlay dost thou stop my mouth? Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake,

Laun. For fear thou should'st lose thy tongue. The best ensuing hour some foul mischance Pan. Where should I lose my tongue ? Torment me for my love's forgetfulness'

Laun. In thy tale. My father stays my coming; answer not ;

Pan. In thy tail ? The tide is now: nay, not thy tide of tears; Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the The tids will stay me longer than I should : master, and the service? The tide! Why, man, if

[Erit Julia. the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my Julia, farewell.- What! gone without a word ? tears : if the wind were down, I could drive the Ay, so true love should do : it cannot speak; boat with my sighs. For truth bath better deeds, than words to grace Pan. Come, come away, man; I was sent to calı


Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.
Enter PantuiNO.

Pan. Wilt thou go?
Pan. Sir Proteus, you are staid for.

Laun. Well, I will go.

(Exeunt. Pre. Go; I come, I come:Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb. SCENE IV.-Milan. An Apartment in the Duke's



Enter VALENTINE, Silvia, Thurio, and SPEED,
SCENE III.-The same. A Strest.

Sil. Servant-
Enter Launce, leading a Dog.

Val. Mistress?

Speed. Master, sir Thurio frowns on you. Laun. Nay, 'will be this hour ere I have done Val. Ay, boy, it's for love. weeping : all the kind of the Launces bave this

Speed. Not of you. very fault: I bave received my proportion, like the Val. Of my mistress then. prodigious son, and am going with sir Proteus to Speed. 'Twere good, you knocked him. ibe Imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the Sil. Servant, you are sad. sourest-natured dog that lives : my mother weep- Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so. ing, my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid Thu. Seem you that you are not ? bowling, our cat wringing her hands, and all our Val. Haply I do. bouse in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel- Thu. So do counterfeits. hearted cur shed one tear ; he is a stone, a very

Val. So do you. pebble-stone, and has no more pity in him than a Thu. What seem I, that I um not? dog : a Jew would have wept to have seen our Val, Wise. parting; why, my grandam baving no eyes, look Thu. What instance of the contrary? you, wept berself blind at my parting. Nay, I'll Val. Your folly. sbow you the manner of it : This shoe is my fa- Thu. And how quote you my folly ? ther ;-Do, this left shoe is my father ;- no, no, this Val. I quo:9 it in your jerkin. left shoe is my mother ;-nay, that cannot be so T'hu. My jerkin is a doublet. Deither ;-yes, it is so, it is so; it hath the worser Val. Well, then, I'll double your folly. sole ; This shoe, with the hole in it, is my mother, Thu. How? and this, my father; A vengeance on't! there 'tis ; Sil. What, angry, sir Thurio ? do you change DOW, sir, this staff is my sister; for, look you, she colour ? is as white as a lily, and as small as a wauid: this Val. Give him learo, madam ; be is a kind of bat is Nan, our maid: I am the dog :-no, the dog camel on. is himself, and I am the dog,-0, the dog is me, Thu. That bath more mind to feed on your blood, and I am myself; ay, so, so. Now come I to my than live in father; Father, your blessing; now should not the Val. You have said, sir. shoe speak a word for weeping; now should I kiss Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time. my father; well, be weeps on :-now come I to my Val. I know it well, sir ; you always end ere mother, (ó, that she could speak now !) like a wood you begin. Foman ;-well, I kiss ber;--why, there 'tis ; here's Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and my mother's breaib up and down; now come 1 to quickly shot off. my sister; mark the moan she makes: now the dog Val. 'Tis indeed, madam ; we thank the giver. all this while sheds not a tear, nor speaks a word; Sil. Who is that servant? but see how I lay the dust with my lears.

Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire :

sir Thurio borrows bis wit from your ladysbip's Enter PANTHINO.

looks, and spends what he borrows, kindly in your Por. Launce, away, away, aboard ; thy master company: 15 sbipped, and thou art to post after with oars.

Thu.'Sir, if you spend word for word with me, What's the matter? why weep'st thou, man? I shall make your wit bankrupt. Away, ass; you will lose the tide, if you tarry any of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give

Val. I know it well, sir : you have an exchequer longer.

Laun. It is no matter if the ty'd were lost; for your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries, it is the unkindest ty'd that ever man ty'd.

ihat they live by your bare words. Pan. What's the unkindest tide ?

Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more ; here comes Jann. Why, be that's ty'd here ; Crab, my dog. my father. Pan. Tut, man, I mean thou'lt lose the food :

Enter Duke. and, in losing the flood, lose thy voyage; and, iv Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are

your air.

with you.

Sir Valentine, your father's in goud health Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress. What say you to a letter from your friends

Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself. Of much good news ?

Sil. That you are welcome ?
My lord, I will be thankful Pro.

No; tbat you are worthless. To any happy messenger from thence.

Enter Servant. Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your country. man ?

Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman To be of worth, and worthy estimation,

Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure. [Exit Servant. And not without desert so well reputed.

Come, sir Thurio, Duke. Hath he not a son ?

Go with me :-Once inore, new servant, welco Val. Ay, my good lord ; a son, that well deserves l'll leave you to confer of home atlairs ; The honour and regard of such a father.

When you have done, we look to bear from you. Duke. You know him well ?

Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyship. Val. I knew him, as inyself; for from our in

[Ereunt Silvia, Tuurio, and SPEE infancy

Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you We bave convers'd, and spent our hours together :

came? And though myself have been an idle (ruant, Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much Omitting the sweet benefit of time,

commended. To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection ;

Val. And how do yours? Yet hath sir Proteus, for that's bis name,

I left them all in health. Made use and fair advantage of bis days;

Val. How does your lady ? and how thrives yo ur His years but young, but his experience old;

love? His head unmellow'd, but his judgment ripe;

Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you , And, in a word, (for far behind bis worth

I know, you joy not in a love-discourse. Come all the praises that I now bestow,)

Val. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now : lle is complete in feature, and in mind,

I have done penance for contemning love ; With all good grace, to grace a gentleman. Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd me

Duke. Beshrew me, sir, but, if he make this good, With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, He is as worthy for an empress' love,

With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs ; As meet to be an emperor's counsellor.

For, in revenge of my contempt of love, Well, sir ; tbis gentleman is come to me,

Love batb chac'd sleep from my enthralled ey es, With commendation from great potentates;

And made them watchers of mine own heart's so roof,
And here he means to spend his time a-wbile: O, gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord;
I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you.

And hath so bumbled me, as, i confoss,
Val. Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been he. There is no woe to his correction,
Duke. Welcome bim then according to his worth; Nor, to his service, no such joy on earth!
Silvia, I speak to you : and you, sir Thurio :- Now, no discourse, except it be of love;
For Valentine, I need not 'cite bim to it:

Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep I'll send him hither to you presently. (Exit Duke. Upon the very naked name of love.

Val. This is the gentleman, I told your ladyship, Pro. Enough ; I read your fortune in your eyo : Had come along with me, but that his mistress Was this the idol that you worship so? Did hold his eves lock'd in her crystal looks. Val. Even she; and is she not a beavenly saint ?

Sil. Belike, that new she hath enfranchis'd them Pro. No; but she is an earthly paragon. l'pon some other pawn for fealty.

Val. Call her divine. Val. Nay, sure. I think she bolds them prisoners Pro.

I will not fatter her. still.

Val. O, flatter me ; for love delights in praises. Sil, Nay, then, he should be blind; and, being Pro. When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills ; blind,

And I must minister the like to you. Ilow could he see his war to seek out you?

Val. Then speak the truth by her; if not divine, Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. Yet let her be a principality, Thu. They say, that sove hath not an eye at all. Sovereign to all the creatures on the earth.

Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself; Pro. Except my mistress. Upon a homely object love can wink.


Sweet, except not any;

Except thou wilt except against my love.

Pro. Have I not reason to prefer mine own? Sil. Have done, have done; bere comes the gen. Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too: tieman.

She shall be dignified with this high honour,-Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !-Mistress, I be- To bear my lady's train ; lest the base earth seech you,

Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss, Confirm his welcome with some special favour. And, of so great a favour growing proud,

Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome bither, Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower, If this be be you oft hava wisb'd o hear from. And make rough winter everlastingly.

Val. Mistress, it is : sweet lady, entertain him Pro. Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this? To be my fellow servant to your ladyship.

Val. Pardon me, Proteus : all I can, is nothing Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant. To her, whose worth makes other worthies nothing

Pro. Not so, sweet lady; but too mean a servant She is alone. To have a look of such a worlby mistress.

Pro. Tben let her alone. Val. Laavy off discourse of disability :-

Val. Not for the world: why, man, she is mine Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant.

own : Pro. Ny duiy will boast of, nothing elae. And I as rich in having such a jewel, Sil. And dutv never yet did want hje meed As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl

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