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And, to speak troth, I have forgot our way; Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus. And tarry for the comfort of the day.

What wicked and dissembling glass of mine Her. Be it so, Lysander, find you out a bed, Made me compare with Hermia's spbery eyne For I upon this bank will rest my head.

But who is here?--Lysander ! on the ground! Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us Dead ? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound!

Lysander, if

you live, good sir, awake. One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth. Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my

sweet sake.

[wakes. Lie further off yet, do not lie so near. [dear, Transparent Helena ! Nature here shows art,

Lys. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence; That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Love takes the meaning, in love's conference. Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit;

Is that vile name, to perish on my sword ! So that but one heart we can make of it:

Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so Two bosoms interchained with an oath ;

What thougb he love your Hermia ? Lord, wba: So then, two bosoms, and a single troth.

though Then, by your side no bed-room me deny,

Yet Hermia still loves you : then be content. For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.

Lys. Content with Hermia? no: I do repent Her. Lysander riddles very prettily :

The tedious minutes I with her have spent.
Now much beshrew my manners and my pride, Not Hermia, but Helena I love :
If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied.

Who will not change a raven for a dove?
But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy

The will of man is by his reason sway'd; Lie further off; in human modesty

And reason says, you are the worthier maid, Such separation, as may well be said,

Things growing are not ripe until their season Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid :

So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason; So far be distant : and good night, sweet friend : | And touching now the point of human skill, Tby love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end !

Reason becomes the marshall to my will, Lys. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I: And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook And then end life, when I end loyalty !

Love's stories, written in love's richest book. Here is my bed : sleep give thee all his rest! Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be

born ? press'd!

(they sleep. When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn ? Enter Puch.

Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, Puck. Through the forest have I gone,

That I did never, no, nor never can,
But Athenian found I none

Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
On whose eyes I might approve

But you must flout my insufficiency?
This flower's force in stirring love. Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you
Night and silence ! who is here?

In such disdainful manner me to woo. [do,
Weeds of Athens he doth wear :

But fare you well: perforce 1 must confess,
This is he, my master said,

I thought you lord of more true gentleness,
Despised the Athenian maid ;

0, that a lady, of one man refus'd,
And here the maiden, sleeping sound, Should, of another, therefore be abus'a ! [erit.
On the dank and dirty ground.

Lys. She sees not Hermia:-Hermia, sleep Pretty soul ! durst not lie

thou there ; Near this lack-love, kill-courtesy.

And never may'st thou come Lysander near !
Churl, upon thy cyes I throw

For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
All the power this charm doth owe : The deepest loathing to the stomach brings;
When thou wak'st, let love forbid Or, as the heresies, that men do leave
Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid.

Are hated most of those they did deceive;
So awake, when I am gone;

So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy,
For I must now to Oberon. [erit. Of all be hated; but the most of me!
Enter Demetrius and Helena, running. And all my powers, address your love and might,
Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demet- To honour Helen, and to be her knight! (erit.
rius.

Her. (starting.] Help me, Lysander help me! Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt do thy best, Hel. O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast ! Dem. Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go. (so. Ab me, for pity !- what a dream was here?

[exit Dem. Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear : Hel. O, I am out of breath in this fond chase! | Methought a serpent eat my heart away, The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace. And you sat smiling at his cruel prey :Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies ;

Lysander! what, remov'd ? Lysander ! lord ! For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. (tears : What, out of hearing ? gone? no sound, no word ? How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt Alack, where are you? Spcak, an if you hear ; If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers. Speak, of all loves : I swoon almost with fear. No, no, I am as vgly as a bear;

No ?—then I well perceive you are not nigh: For beasts that meet me, run away for fear: Either death, or you, I'll find immediately. (eszt.

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SCENE I. THE SAME.

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ACT III.

bush of thorns and a lanthorn, and say, he codes The Queen of the Fairies lying asleep. to disfigure, or to present the person of moonEnter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, and shine. Then, there is another thing: we must Starveling.

have a wall in the great chamber; for Pyramus Bot. Are we all met?

and Thisby, says the story, did talk through the Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous con. chink of a wall. venient place for our rebearsal: this green plot Snug. You never can bring in a wall. What shall be our stage, this hawthorn brake our tyring say you, Bottom?house; and we will do it in action, as we will do Bot. Some man or other must present wall : it before the duke.

and lct him have some plaster, or some lome, or Bot. Peter Quince

some rough-cast about him, to signify wall; or Quin. What say'st thou, bully Button ? let him hold his fingers thus, and through that

Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyra- cranny shall Pyramus and Thisby whisper. mus and Thisby, that will never please. First, Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself; sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse your which the ladies cannot abide. How answer parts. Pyramus, you begin : when you have

spoken your speech, enter into that brake, and so Snout. By'rlakin, a parlous fear.

every one according to his cue. Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out,

Enter Puck, behind. when all is done.

Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we Bot. Not a whit; I have a device to make all swaggering here, well. Write me a prologue: and let the prologue So near the cradle of the fairy queen ? seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords; What, a play toward ? I'll be an auditor and that Pyramus is not killed indeed : and, for An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause. the more better assurance, tell them, that I Pyra- Quin. Speak, Pyramus:- Thisby, stand forth. mus, am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver : Pyr. Thisby, the flowers of odious savours this will put them out of fear.

Quin. Odours, odours.

[sweet,' Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue ; Pyr. odours savours sweet : and it shall be written in eight and six.

So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear. Bot. No, make it two more ; let it be written But, hark, a voice! stay thou but here a while, in eight and eight.

And by and by I will to thee appear.' [erit. Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion ? Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd Star. I fear it, I promise you.

here!

[aside ;-erit. Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with your- This. Must I speak now? Belves: to bring in, God shield us! a lion among Quin. Ay, marry, must you : for you must ladies, is a most dreadful thing ; for there is not understand, he goes but to see a noise that he a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion, living ; beard, and is to come again.

(of hue, and we ought to look to it.

This. "Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-whito Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell, Of colour like the red-rose on triumphant brier, be is not a lion.

Most briskly juvenal, and eke most lovely Jew, Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half As true as truest horse, that yet would never his face must be seen through the lion's Deck; and I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.' (tire, he himself must speak through, saying thus, or Quin. Nipus' tomb, man : why you mus..not to the same defect,-Ladies, or fair ladies, I would speak that yet; that you answer to Pyramus: 301 wish you, or, I would request you, or, I would speak all your part at once, cues and all.-Pyraentreat you, not to fear, not to tremble: my life mus, enter ; your cúe is past; it is, 'never tire.' for yours.

If you think I come bither as a lion, Re-enter Puck, and Bottom with an ass's head. it were pity of my life: no, I am no such thing; This. 0,— As true as truest horse, that yet I am a man as other men are:-and there, in

would never tire.' deed, let him name his name; and tell them Pyr. If I were fair, Tbisby, I were only thine. plainly, he is Snug the joiner.

Quin. O, monstrous! O, strange! we are Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two haunted. Pray, masters! fly, masters ! help! Ward things : that is, to bring the moon-light into

[exeunt Clowns a chamber : for you know, Pyramus and Thisby Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a meet by moonlight.

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(through brier; Snug. Doth the moon shine that night we Through bog, through bush, through brake, play our play?

Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound, Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the al- A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire; manack; find out moonshine! find out moonshine. And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night.

burn, Bot. Why, then you may leave a casement of Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. the great chamber window, where we play, open ;

(erit. and the moon may shine in at the casement. Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knavesy

Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a l of them, to make me afeard.

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SCENE II. ANOTHER PART OF THE WOOD

Re-enter Snout.

1 Fai. Hail mortal! Snou. O, Bottom, thou art changed ! what do 2 Fai. Hail! I see on thee

3 Fai. Hail ! Bot. What do you see? you see an ass's head 4 Fai. Hail! of your own; do you?

Bot. I cry your worships' mercy, Leartily. I Re-enter Quince.

beseech, your worship's Dame. Quin. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou Cob, Cobweb. art translated.

(erit. Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, Bot. I see their knavery: this is to make an good master Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I shall ass of me; to fright me, if they could. But I make bold with you. Your name, honest gentle will not stir from this place, do what they can.

man ? I will walk up and down here, and I will sing, Peas. Peas-blossom. that they shall hear I am not afraid. [sings. Bot. I pray you commend me to mistress The ousel-cock, so black of hue,

Squash, your mother, and to master Peascod,
With orange-tawney bill,

Good master Peas-blossom, I shall
The throstle with his note so true,
The wren with little quill;

desire you of more acquaintance too. --Your name, Tita. What angel wakes me from my flowery I beseech you, sir? bed?

[waking. Mus. Mustard-seed. Bot. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,

Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your The plain-song cuckoo gray,

patience well: that same cowardly, giant-like Whose note full many a man doth mark,

ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your And dares not answer nay; for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a house: I promise you, your kindred bath made bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he my eyes water ere now. I desire you more accry, cuckoo, never so ?

quaintance, good master Mustard-seed. [bower. Tita. pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again : Tita. Come, wait upon him ; lead him to my Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note,

The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye; So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape ;

And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me, Lamenting some enforced chastity. Ou the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently. Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have

[ereunt. little reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together

Enter Oberon. now-a-days: the more the pity, that some honest Obe. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd; neighbours will not make them friends. Nay, I Then, what it was that next came in her eye, can gleek upon occasion.

Which she must dote on extremity. Tita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.

Enter Puck. Bot. Not so, neither : but if I had wit enough Here comes my messenger.—How now, mad to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve spirit ? mine own turn.

What night-rule now about this haunted grove
Tila. Out of this wood do not desire to go; Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love..
Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. Near to her close and consecrated bower,
I am a spirit, of no common rate;

While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
The summer still doth tend upon my state, A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
And I co love thee: 'herefore, go with me; That work for ead upen Athenian stalls,
sive thee fairis to attend on thes;

Were met together to a hearse a play,
And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.
And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep: The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go. (seed! | Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake:
Peas-blossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard-When I did him at this advantage take,
Enter four Fairies.

An ass's nowl I fixed on his bead; 1 Fai. Ready.

Anon, his Thisbe must be answered, 2 Fai. And I.

And forth my mimic comes: when they him spy, 8 Fai. And I.

As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, 4 Fai. Where shall we go?

Or russct-pated choughs, many in sort, Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; | Rising ană cawing at the gun's report, Ilop in his walks, and gambol iu his eyes; Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky; Feed him with apricocks, and dewberries, So, at his sigbt, away his fellows fly: With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; The honey bags steal from the humble-bees, He murder cries, and help from Athens calls. Ind, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs, Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes,

thus strong, To have my love to bed, and to arise ;

Made senseless things begin to do them wrong: And pluck the wings from painted butter Nies, For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch , To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes : Some, sleeves; some, hats: from yielders all things Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.

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When in that moment (so it came to pass,) Some true-love turn'd, and not a false turn il crus
Titania wak’d, and straightway lov'd an ass. Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man

Obe. This falls out better than I could devise. holding troth,
But bast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes A million fail, confounding oath on oath.
With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?

Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind,
Puck. I took him sleeping,—that is finish'a And Helena of Athens look thou find:
too,-

All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer And the Athenian woman by his side ;

With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear:
That, when he wak'd, of force she must be ey'd. By some illusion see thou bring her here;
Enter Demetrius and Hermia.

I'll charm his eyes, against she do appcar.
Obe. Stand close ; this is the same Athenian.

Puck. I go, go; look, how I go;
Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man. Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. (ext
Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you

Obe. Flower of this purple die,
Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

Hit with Cupid's archery,
Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee Sink in apple of his eye!

When his love he doth espy,
worse ;
For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse.

Let her shine as gloriously If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep,

As the Venus of the sky.— Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep,

When thou wak'st, if she be by, And kill me too.

Beg of her for remedy. The sun was not so true unto the day,

Re-enter Puck. As he to me : would he have stol'n away

Puck. Captain of our fairy band,
From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon,

Helena is here at hand;
This whole earth may be bor'd; and that the And the youth, mistook by me,

Pleading for a lover's fee;
May through the centre creep, and so displease

Shall wė their fond pageant see? Her brother's noon-tide with the Antipodes.

Lord, what fools these mortals be! at cannot be, but thou hast murdered him;

Obe. Stand aside : the noise they maks Bo should a murderer look; so dead, so grim.

Will cause Demetrius to awake,
Dem. So should the murder'd look; and 80

Puck. Then will two, at once, woo one; should I,

That must needs be sport alone; Pierc'd through the heart with your stern „uelty: And those things do best please me, Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear,

That befall preposterously. As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.

Enter Lysander and Helena. Her. What's this to my Lysander? where is he? Lys. Why should you think, that I should you Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?

in scorn ? Dem. I had rather give his carcase to my hounds. Scorn and derision never come in tears : Her. Out, dog ! out, cur! thou driv'st me past Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, the bounds

In their nativity all truth appears. Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him theu ? How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Henceforth be never number'd among men! Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true? O! once tell true, tell true, even for my sake ; Hel. You do advance your cunning more and Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake,

more. And hast thou kill'd bim sleeping? O brave touch! When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! Could not a worm, an adder, do so much ? These vows are Hermia's: will you give her o'er ? An adder did it; for with doubler tongue

Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.

weigh; Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'd Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; [mood : Will even weigh; and both as light as tales. Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.

Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore. Her. I pray thee, tell me then, that he is well. Hel. Nor none, in my mind, now you give Dem. An if I could, what should

her o'er. Her. A privilege, never to see me more. [fore? Lys. Demetrius loves her, and be loves not you. And from thy hated presence part I so :

Dem. (awaking.] O Helen, goddess, nymph, See me no more, whether he be dead or no. [exit. perfect divine ! Dem. There is no following her in this fierce To wbat, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? vein :

Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Here, therefore, for a wbile I will remain. Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow

That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow, For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe;

Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow, Which now, in some slight measure, it will pay, When thou hold’st up thy hand : O let me kiss If for his tender here I make some stay. (lies down. This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss ! Obe. What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken Hel. Ospite ! O hell! I see you all are bedt quitc,

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You would not do me thus much injury. . Had been incorporate. So we grew together,
Can you not hate me, as I know you do, Like to a double-cherry, seeming parted ;
But you must join, in souls, to mock me too? But yet a union in partition,
If you were men, as men you are in show, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem :)
You would not use a gentle lady so;

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To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts. Due but to one, and crowned with one crest.
You both are rivals, and love Hermia ; edi! And will you rent our ancient love asunder,
And now both rivals, to mock Helena :

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It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly: To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes, Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it; With your derision ! none, of noble sort, Though I alone do feel the injury. Visa Would so offend a virgin; and. extort

Her. I am amazed at your passionate words: A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. I scorn you not : it seems that you scorn me.

Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so; Hel. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorr, For you love Hermia; this, you know, I know: To follow me, and praise my eyes and face? And here, with all good will, with all my heart, And made your other love, Demetrius, In Hermia's love I yield you up my part; (Who even but now did spurn me with his foot), And yours of Helena to me bequeath,

To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare, Whom I do love, and will do to my death. Precious, celestial ? Wherefore speaks he this, Hel

. Never did mockers waste more idle breath. To her he hates ? and wherefore doth Lysander Dem. Lysander, keen thy Hermia; I will none: | Deny your love, so rich within his soul, tiesa a If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone.

And tender me, forsootb, affection; sin fin sot My heart with her but, as guest-wise, sojourn’d; But by your setting on, by your consent? w12 And now to Helen is it home return'd,

What though I be not so in grace as you, solid There to remain.

So hung upon with love, so fortunate ja si Lys. Helen, it is not so.

But miserable most, to love unlov'd ? Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not This you should pity, rather than despise. Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear. [know, Her. I understand not what you mean by this. Look, wbere thy love comes; yonder is thy dear. Hel. Ay, do, perséver, counterfeit sad looks, -20 ? Enter Hermia.

Make mows upon me, when I turn my back ; Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function Wink at each other; hold the sweet jest up: takes,

This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled. The ear more quick of apprehension makes ; If you have any pity, grace, or manners, 11); Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,

You would not make me such an argument. It pays the hearing double recompense :

But, fare ye well: 'tis partly mine own fault Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found; Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy:

I thank it, brought me to thy sound. Lys. Stay, gentle Helena; hear my. excuse But why unkindly didst thou leave me so ? My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena! Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth Hel. O, excellent !

con un press to go?

Her. Sweet, do not scorn her so. Her. What love could press Lysander from my Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel. side ?

Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him entreat; Fair Helena ; who more engilds the night [bide, Thy threats have no more strength, than her Than all yon fiery oes and eyes of light.

weak prayers. Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do ; se han know,

I swear by that which I will lose for thec, The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so ? To prove him false, that says I love thee not.

Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be. Dem. I say, I loye thee more than he can do.

Hel. Lo, she is one of this confederacy ! Lys. If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too. Now I perceive they have conjoin'd, all three,

Dem. Quick, come, To fashion this false sport in spite of me.

Her. Lysander, whereto tends all this? Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid !

Lys. Away, you Ethiop! Have you conspir'd, have you with these contriv'd Dem. No, no, sir :-he will To bait me with this foul derision ?

Seem to break loose; take on, as you would fol. Is all the counsel, that we two have shar'd, But yet come not. You are a tame man, go! The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr : vile thing: When we have chid the hasty-footed time

let loose; For parting us,-0, and is all forgot ?

Or I will shake thee from me, like a serpent. All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? Her. Why are you grown so rude? that We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,

change is this, Have with our neelds created both one flower, Sweet love? Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Lys. Thy love ? out, tawny Tartar, out! Both warbling of one song, both in one key; Out, loathed medicine! hated As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Her. Do you not jest?

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