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But vows to every purpose must not bold.

Makes all these bodements. Unarm, sweet Hector.

Cas.

O farewell, dear Hector! Hect. Hold you still, I say;

Look, how thou diest! look, how thine eye turns pale! Mine honor keeps the weather of my fate : Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents ! Life every man holds dear; but the dear man Hark, how Troy roars! how Hecuba cries out! Holds honor far more precious-dear than life. How poor Andromache shrills her dolor forth! Enter TROILUS.

Behold, 'distraction, frenzy, and amazement,

Like witless antics, one another meet,
How now, young man! mean'st thou to fight to-day? And all cry-Hector! Hector's dead! O Hector!
And. Cassandra, call my father to persuade,

[Exit CASSANDRA.
Tro. Away!-Away!-

[leave:

Cas. Farewell.-Yet, soft!-Hector, I take my Hect. No, 'faith, young Troilus; doff thy harI am to-day i'the the vein of chivalry. [ness, youth; Thou dost thyself and all our Troy deceive. [Erić.

Hect. You are amaz'd, my liege, at her exclaim. Let grow thy sinews till their knots be strong,

Go in, and cheer the town: we'll forth, and fight; And tempt not yet the brushes of the war. Unarm thee, go; and doubt thou not, brave boy,

Do deeds worth praise, and tell you them at night. I'll stand to-day for thee, and me, and Troy.

Pri. Farewell: the gods with safety stand about

thee! Tro. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you, Which better fits a lion than a man. [for it.

[Exeunt severally Priam and Hector. Alarums. Hect. What vice is that, good Troilus? chide me

Tro. They are at it; hark !-Proud Diomed, beTro. When many times the captive Grecians fall, I came to lose mine arm, or win my sleeve. $[Going.

lieve, Even in the fan and wind of your fair sword, You bid them rise, and live.

3 Enter PANDARUS. Hect. 0! 'tis fair play.

Pan. Do you hear, my lord ? do you hear ? Tro.

Fool's play, by heaven, Hector. Tro. What now? Hect. How now! how now!

Pan. Here's a letter 4 come from yond' poor girl. Tro. For the love of all the gods,

5[Giting i Let's leave the hermit pity with our mothers,

Tro. Let me read. And when we have our armors buckled on,

Pan. A whoreson phthisic, a whoreson rascally The venom'd vengeance ride upon our swords; phthisic so troubles me, and the foolish fortune of Spur them to druthful work, rein them from ruth. this girl; and what one thing, what another, that I Hect. Fie, savage, fie!

shall leave you one o' these days: and I have a Tro.

Hector, then 'tis wars. rheum in mine eyes too; and such an ache in un Hect. Troilus, I would not have you fight to-day. bones, that, unless a man were bcursed, I cannot tell Tro. Who should withhold me ?

what to think on't.-What says she there? Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars

Tro. Words, words, mere words, no matter from Beckoning with fiery truncheon my retire ;

the heart;

[ Tearing the letter. Not Priamus and Hecuba on knees,

Th' effect doth operate another way. Their eyes o'ergalled with recourse of tears; Go, wind to wind, there turn and change together. Nor you, my brother, with your true sword drawn, My love with words and air still she feeds, Oppos'd to hinder me, should stop my way,

But edifies another with her deeds. But by my ruin.

[E.count seterally. Re-enter CASSANDRA with PRIAM. Cas. Lay hold upon him, Priam, hold him fast:

SCENE IV.-Between Troy and the Grecian Camp. He is thy crutch ; now, if thou lose thy stay,

Alarums: Excursions. Enter TAERSITES. Thou on him leading, and all Troy on thee,

Ther. Now they are clapper-clawing one another: Fall all together.

I'll go look on. That dissembling abominable varlet, Pri. Come, Hector, come; go back.

Diomed, has got that same scurvy doting foolish Thy wife hath dream'd, thy mother hath had visions, young knave's sleeve, of Troy there, in his belm: I Cassandra doth foresee; and I myself

would fain see them meet; that same young Trojan Am like a prophet suddenly enrapt,

ass, that loves the whore there, might send that To tell thee that this day is ominous:

Greekish whoremasterly villain, with the sleeve, Therefore, come back. Hect. Æneas is a-field;

back to the dissembling luxurious drab of a sleeve

less errand. And I do stand engag'd to many Greeks,

O'the other side, the policy of those Even in the faith of valor, to appear

crafty swearing rascals,--that stale old mouse-eaten

dry cheese, Nestor, and that same dog-fox, Ulysses, This morning to them. Pri. Ay, but thou shalt not go.

-is not proved worth a blackberry :--they set me

up in policy, that mongrel cur, Ajax, against that dog Hect. I must not break

my
faith.

of as bad a kind, Achilles; and now is the cur Ajax You know me dutiful; therefore, dear sir,

prouder than the cur Achilles, and will not arm w Let me not shame respect, but give me leave

day: whereupon the Grecians begin to proclaim To take that course by your consent and voice,

h barbarism, and policy grows into an ill opinioa. Which you do here forbid me, royal Priam.

Soft! here comes sleeve, and 'sleeveless. Cas. O Priam! yield not to him.

8[ Stands back. And.

Do not, dear father. Hect. Andromache, I am offended with you:

Enter DIOMEDES, Troilus following. Upon the love you bear me, get you in.

Tro. Fly not; for shouldst thou take the river Stys,

[Exit ANDROMACHE. I would swim after. Tro. This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girl

Dio.

Thou dost miscall retire:

I do not fly, but advantageous care "The weather," i. e., the wind; the advantage." The doar man," i. e., the man of worth. - Put oft. -*Ruthful," &"Cursed," I. e., under the influence of a malediction1 e., rueful ; woeful. Ruth is mercy.--"Recourse," i. e., "To proclaim barbarism," i. e., to set up the authority of conúnual coursing.

ignorance.

you both.

Withdrew me from the odds of multitude.

Enter AJAX. Have at thee!

Ajax. Troilus ! thou coward Troilus ! [Exit. Ther. Hold thy whore, Grecian !--now for thy Dio.

Ay, there, there. whore, Trojan !—now the sleeve! now the ' sleeve Nest. So, so, we draw together. less! [Exeunt TROILUS and DIOMEDES, fighting.

Enter ACHILLES.
Enter HECTOR.

Achil.

Where is this Hector ? Hect. What art thou, Greek ? art thou for Hector's Come, come, thou d boy-queller, show thy face; Art thou of blood, and honor ?

[match ? Know what it is to meet Achilles angry: 2 [Dragging Ther. forward. Hector! where's Hector? I will none but Hector. Ther. No, no;-I am a rascal; a scurvy railing

[Exeunt. knave, a very filthy rogue. Hect. I do believe thee :-live.

[Exit.

SCENE VI.-Another Part of the Field. Ther. God-a-mercy, that thou wilt believe me; but

Enter AJAX. a plague break thy neck, for frighting me! What's Ajax. Troilus! thou coward Troilus, show thy head! become of the wenching rogues ? I think, they have

Enter DIOMEDES. swallowed one another: I would laugh at that mira

Dio. Troilus, I say! where's Troilus? cle; yet, in a sort, lechery eats itself. I'll seek

Ajax.

What would'st thou ? them.

[Exit.
Dio. I would correct him.

[office, SCENE V.-The Same.

Ajax. Were I the general, thou should'st have my

Ere that correction.- Troilus, I say! what, Troilus ! Enter DIOMEDES and a Serrant.

Enter TROILUS. Dio. Go, go, my servant, take thou Troilus' horse ; Tro. O, traitor Diomed !-turn thy false face, thou Present the fair steed to my lady Cressid.

traitor, Fellow, commend my service to her beauty: And pay the life thou ow'st me for my horse. Tell her, I have chastis'd the amorous Trojan,

Dio. Ha! art thou there? And am her knight by proof.

Ajax. I'll fight with him alone: stand, Diomed. Sero.

I go, my lord. (Exit Servant. Dio. He is my prize ; I will not look upon. Enter AGAMEMNON.

Tro. Come both, you 'cogging Greeks; bave at

[Exeunt fighting. Agam. Renew, renew! The fierce Polydamus

Enter HECTOR.
Hath beat down Menon: bastard Margarelon
Hath Doreus prisoner,

Hect. Yea, Troilus. O! well fought, my youngest And stands colossus-wise, waving his a beam,

brother. Upon the pashed corses of the kings

Enter AchiLLES. Epistrophus and Cedius: Polixenes is slain;

Achil. Now do I see thee. Ha !-Have at thee, Amphimachus, and Thoas, deadly burt;

Hect. Pause, if thou wilt.

[Hector. Patroclus ta'en, or slain; and Palamedes

Achil. I do disdain thy courtesy, proud Trojan. Sore hurt and bruis'd: the dreadful Sagittary

Be happy that my arms are out of use: Appals our numbers. Haste we, Diomed,

My rest and negligence befriend thee now,
To reinforcement, or we perish all.

But thou anon shalt hear of me again ;
Enter Nestor.
Till when, go seek thy fortune.

(E.cit. Hect.

Fare thee well. Nest. Go, bear Patroclus' body to Achilles, I would have been much more a fresher man, And bid the snail-pac'd Ajax arm for shame.—,

Had I expected thee.--How now, my brother ! There is a thousand Hectors in the field:

Re-enter TROILUS. Now, here he fights on Galathe his horse, !! And there lacks work; anon, he's there afoot,

Tro. Ajax hath ta'en Æneas: shall it be? And there they fly, or die, like scaled "sculls

No, by the flame of yonder glorious heaven, Before the belching whale: then, is he yonder,

He shall not bcarry him: I'll be taken too, And there the strawy Greeks, ripe for his edge,

Or bring him off.-Fate, hear me what I say! Fall down before him, like the mower's swath.

I reck not though I end my life to-day. [Escit. Here, there, and every where, he leaves, and takes;

Enter one in * goodly Armor. Dexterity so obeying appetite,

Hect. Stand, stand, thou Greek: thou art a goodly That what he will, he does; and does so much,

mark.That proof is call'd impossibility.

No! wilt thou not ?- I like thy armor well;
Enter ULYSSES.

I'll \ frush it, and unlock the rivets all,
Ulyss. O, courage, courage, princes! great Achilles But I'll be master of it.-Wilt thou not, beast, abide ?
Is arming, weeping, cursing, vowing vengeance.

Why then, fly on, I'll hunt thee for thy hide. [Exeunt. Patroclus' wounds have rous'd bis drowsy blood,

SCENE VII.-The Same.
Together with his mangled Myrmidons, [him,
That noseless, handless, hack'd and chipp'd, come to

Enter ACHILLES, with Myrmidons.
Crying on Hector. Ajax hath lost a friend,

Achil. Come here about me, you my Myrmidons; And foams at mouth, and he is arm’d, and at it, Mark what I say.--Attend me where I wheel: Roaring for Troilus; who hath done to-day Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath; Mad and fantastic execution,

And when I have the bloody Hector found, Engaging and redeeming of himself,

Empale him with your weapons round about; With such a careless force, and forceless care, In fellest manner execute your aims. As if that luck, in very spite of cunning,

Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye.Bade him win all.

It is decreed-Hector the great must die. [E.xeunt.

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d Murderer of boys.—*"Look upon," i. e., be a looker. • Lance. — Bruised; crushed. -"Scaled sculls," i. e., on.-' Lying.–6 "Carry him," i. e., prevail over bim.dispersed shonla.

Break; bruise.

SCENE VIII.-The Same.

SCENE XI.-Another Part of the Field. Enter MENELAUS and Paris, fighting : then,

Enter Æneas and 4 Trojan Forces.
THERSITES.

Æne. Stand, ho! yet are we masters of the field. Ther. The cuckold and the cuckold-maker are at Never go home: here starve we out the night. it. Now, bull! now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loo! now,

Enter TROILUS. my double-henned sparrow! 'loo, Paris, 'loo! The

Tro. Hector is slain. bull has the game :-'ware horns, ho!

All. [Exeunt Paris and MENELAUS.

Hector?—The gods forbid!

Tro. He's dead; and at the murderer's horse's tail, Enter MARGARELON.

In beastly sort dragg'd through the shameful feld.Mar. Turn, slave, and fight.

Frown on, you heavens, effect your rage with speed! Ther. What art thou ?

Sii, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troy! Mar. A bastard son of Priam's.

I say, at once let your brief plagues be mercy, Ther. I am a bastard too. I love bastards; I am And linger not our sure destructions on! a bastard begot, bastard instructed, bastard in mind, Æne. My lord, you do discomfort all the host bastard in valor, in every thing illegitimate. One Tro. You understand me not, that tell me so. bear will not bite another, and wherefore should I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death; one bastard ? Take heed, the quarrel's most omi- But dare all imminence, that gods and men nous to us : if the son of a whore fight for a whore. Address their dangers in. Hector is gone! he tempts judgment. Farewell, bastard.

Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba ?
Mar. The devil take thee, coward ! [E.ceunt. Let him, that will a screech-owl aye be call'd,

Go in to Troy, and say there-Hector's dead:
SCENE IX.-Another Part of the Field. There is a word will Priam turn to stone,
Enter HECTOR.

Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives, Hect. Most putrified core, so fair without,

Cold statues of the youth ; and, in a word,

Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away:
Thy goodly armor thus hath cost thy life.
Now is my day's work done ; I'll take good breath: Hector is dead; there is no more to say.
Rest, sword; thou hast thy fill of blood and death!

Stay yet.—You vile abominable tents, [Puts off his Helmet, and " lays down his Sword. Let Titan rise as early as he dare,

Thus proudly pight upon our Phrygian plains,

[coward, Enter ACHILLES and Myrmidons.

I'll through and through you !--And, thou great-siz'd Achil. Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set ;, No space of earth shall sunder our two bates: How ugly night comes breathing at his heels: I'll haunt thee like a wicked conscience still, Even with the avail and darking of the sun, That mouldeth goblins swift as 6 frenzy's thoughts To close the day up, Hector's life is done.

Strike a free march to Troy !-with comfort go. Hect. I am unarm’d: forego this vantage, Greek. Hope of revenge shall hide our inward woe. Achil. Strike, fellows, strike! this is the man I

[Exeunt Æneas and Trojan Forces. seek.

[HECTOR 2 is slain.

As Troilus is going out, enter, from the other side, So, Ilion, fall thou next! now, Troy, sink down;

PANDARUS.
Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone.-
On, Myrmidons; and cry you all amain,

Pan. But hear you, hear you !
Achilles bath the mighty Hector slain.

Tro. Hence, 'brothel-lackey! é ignomy and shame

[A Retreat sounded. Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name! Hark! a retire upon our Grecian part.

[EzX TROILES. Myr. The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my lord. Pan. A goodly medicine for mine aching hones

Achil. The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the ®[Left alone, let him say this by way of Epilogue.] O And, "stickler like, the armies separates, [earth, world! world! world! thus is the poor agent despised. My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed, 0, traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set 'a Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed. work, and how ill requited! why should our endeavor

[Sheathes his Sword. be so loved, and the performance so loathed! whai Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;

verse for it? what instance for it?-Let me see.Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt.

“Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing, SCENE X.—The Same.

Till he hath lost his honey, and his sting;

And being once subdued in armed tail, Enter AGAMEMNON, AJAX, MENELAUS, NESTOR,

Sweet honey and sweet notes together fail."Diomedes, and others, marching. Shouts within. Agam. Hark! hark! what shout is that?

Good traders in the flesh, set this in your painted Nest.

Peace, drums !

fcloths, [Voices within.]

Achilles ! As many as be here of Pander's Hall, Achilles ! Hector's slain! Achilles !

Your eyes, half out, weep out at Pandar's fall; Dio. The bruit is, Hector's slain, and by Achilles. Or, if you cannot weep, yet give some groars, Ajax. If it be so, yet bragless let it be:

Though not for me, yet for your aching bones Great Hector was a man as good as he.

Brethren, and sisters, of the hold-door trade, Agam. March patiently along.-Let one be sent

Some two months hence my will shall here be made: To pray Achilles see us at our tent.-

It should be now, but that my fear is this,If in his death the gods have us befriended, Some galled goose of Winchester would liss. Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended.

Till then I'll sweat, and seek about for eases; [ Exeunt marching. And at that time bequeath you my diseases. (Esil

• Sinking ; setting. The stickler was an arbitrator at athletic games. Rumor.

d Pitched. — Ignominy - Canvass hangings for rook painted with emblems and mottoes.

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Caius MarciUS CORIOLanus, a noble Roman. Conspirators with Aufidius.
Tutus LSRTIUS, }Generals against the Volscians.

A citizen of Antium,

Two Volscian Guards.
MENENIUS AGRIPPA, Friend to Coriolanus.
SICINIUS VELUTUS,

VOLUMNIA, Mother to Coriolanus.
JUNIUS BRUTUS,
Tribunes of the People.

VIRGILIA, Wife to Coriolanus.
YOUNG MARCIUS, Son to Coriolanus.

VALERIA, Friend to Virgilia.
A Roman Herald.

Gentlewoman, attending on Virgilia.
Romans and

Volscian Senators, Patricians, Ædiles, Tullus AUFIDIUS, General of the Volscians. Lictors, Soldiers, Citizens, Messengers, Ser. Lieutenant to Aufidius.

vants to Aufidius, and other Attendants. SCENE, partly in Rome; and partly in the Territories of the Volscians and Antiates.

ACT I.

cians #good. What authority surfeits on, would relieve us: if they would yield us but the super

fluity, while it were wholesome, we might guess they SCENE I.-Rome. A Street.

relieved us humanely; but they think, we are too Enter a Company of mutinous Citizens, with Staves, dear: the leanness that afflicts us, the labjectness Clubs, and other Weapons.

of our misery, is as an inventory to particularize 1 Cit. Before we proceed any farther, hear me Let us revenge this with our pikes, ere we become

their abundance; our sufferance is a gain to them.speak.

brakes: for the gods know, I speak this in liunger All. Speak, speak. 1 Cit. You are all resolved rather to die, than to

for bread, not in thirst for revenge.

2 Cit. Would you proceed especially against Caius famish?

Marcius ? All. Resolved, resolved. 1 Cit. First you know, Caius Marcius is chief

All. Against him first : he's a very dog to the

commonalty enemy to the people.

2 Cit. Consider you what services he has done All. We know't, we know't.

for his country? 1 Cit. Let us kill him, and we'll have corn at our

1 Cit. Very well; and could be content to give own price. Is't a verdict ? Al. No more talking on’t; let it be done. Away, being proud.

him good report for't, but that he pays himself with away! 2 Cit . One word, good citizens.

2 Cit. Nay, but speak not maliciously. 1 Cit. We are accounted poor citizens; the patri Good, in a commercial sense. As lean as rakes.

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Men. For that being one o' the lowest, basest,

1 Cit. I say unto you, what he hath done famously, Did see, and hear, devise, instruct, walk, feel, he did it to that end : though soft-conscienced men And, mutually participate, did minister can be content to say it was for his country, he did Unto the appetite, and affection common it to please his mother, and 'partly to be proud ; Of the whole body. The belly answered.-which he is, even to the altitude of his virtue.

2 Cit. Well, sir, what answer made the belly ? 2 Cit. What he cannot help in his nature, you Men. Sir, I shall tell you.--With a kind of smile, account a vice in him. You must in no way say he | Which ne'er came from the lungs, but even thus, is covetous.

(For, look you, I may make the belly smile, 1 Cit. If I must not, I need not be barren of as well as speak) it tauntingly replied accusations: he hath faults, with surplus, to tire in T' the discontented members, the mutinous parts repetition. [Shouts within.] What shouts are these ? That envied his receipt; even so most e fitly The other side o' the city is risen: why stay we As you malign our senators,

for that prating here? to the Capitol !

They are not such as you. All. Come, come.

2 Cit.

Your belly's answer? What! 1 Cit. Soft! who comes here?

The kingly crowned head, the vigilant eye,
Enter MENENIUS AGRIPPA.

The counsellor 'heart, the arm our soldier,

Our sleed the leg, the tongue our trumpeter, 2 Cit. Worthy Menenius Agrippa ; one that hath With other muniments and petty helps always loved the people.

In this our fabric, if that they1 Cit. He's one honest enough: would, all the Men.

What then! rest were so !

'Fore me, this fellow speaks!—what then? what then? Men. What work's, my countrymen, in hand ? 2 Cit. Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd,

[you. Who is the sink o' the body,With bats and clubs? The matter? Speak, I pray Men.

Well, what then 1 2 Cit. Our business is not unknown to the senate: 2 Cit. The former agents, if they did complain, they have had #inkling this fortnight what we intend What could the belly answer? to do, which now we'll show 'em in deeds. They

Men.

I will tell you, say, poor suitors have strong breaths: they shall If you'll bestow a small (of what you have litle) know, we have strong arms too. [neighbors, Patience a while, you'll hear the belly's answer. Men. Why, masters, my good friends, mine honest

2 Cit. Y'are long about it. Will you undo yourselves ?

Men.

Note me this, good friend, 2 Cit. We cannot, sir; we are undone already.

Your most grave belly was deliberate, Men. I tell you, friends, most charitable care

Not rash like his accusers, and thus answer'd: Have the patricians of you. For your wants, “True is it, my incorporate friends," quoth be, Your suffering in this dearth, you may as well That I receive the general food at first, Strike at the heaven with your staves, as lift them Which you do live upon; and fit it is, Against the Roman state ; whose course will on Because I am the store-house, and the shop The way it takes, cracking ten thousand curbs

of the whole body: but if you do remember, Of more strong-link asunder, than can ever

I send it through the rivers of your blood, Appear in your impediment. For the dearth,

Even to the court, the heart, 3the senate, brain; The gods, not the patricians, make it; and

And through the * ranks and offices of man: Your knees to them, not arms, must help. Alack !

The strongest nerves, and small inferior veins,
You are transported by calamity

From me receive that natural competency
Thither where more attends you; and you slander
The helms o' the state, who care for you like fathers, You, my good friends,” this says the belly, mark me,

Whereby they live. And though that all at once,
When you curse them as enemies.

2 Cit. Ay, sir; well, well. 2 Cit. Care for us? - True, indeed !- They ne'er Men. cared for us yet.

Suffer us to famish, and their see what I do deliver out to each, store-houses crammed with grain; make edicts for Yet I can make my audit up, that all usury, to support usurers ; repeal daily any wholesome From me do back receive the flour of all, act established against the rich, and provide more and leave me but the bran." What say you to't ? piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain the 2 Cit. It was an answer. How apply you this! poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and Men. The senators of Rome are this good belly, there's all the love they bear us.

And
you

the mutinous members: for examine Men. Either you must

Their counsels, and their cares; digest things rightly, Confess yourselves wondrous malicious,

Touching the weal o' the common, you shall find, Or be accus'd of folly. I shall tell you

No public benefit which you receive, A pretty tale: it may be, you have heard it;

But it proceeds, or comes, from them to you, But, since it serves my purpose, I will venture

And no way from yourselves. What do To bscale 't a little more.

You, the great toe of this assembly ? 2 Cit. Well, I'll hear it, sir: yet you must not think

2 Cit. I the great toe? Why the great toe! To fob off our disgraces with a tale ;

poorest, But, an't please you, deliver.

[bers of this most wise rebellion, thou go'st foremost : Men. There was a time, when all the body's mem- Thou rascal, that art worse in blood to run, Rebell'd against the belly; thus accus'd it :

Lead'st first to win some vantage.-That only like a gulf it did remain l' the midst o' the body, idle and unactive,

But make you ready your stiff bats and clubs,

Rome and her rats are at the point of battle; Still cupboarding the viand, never bearing

The one side must have bale. -Hail, noble Marcius! Like labor with the rest; d where th' other instruments

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was anciently esteemed the rest of the understanding.–6" Must have bale," 1 e., must receive damage, injury.

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