The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare

SCENE III.-The English Camp.

Enter the English Host: GLOSTER, BEDFORD, EXETER, SALISBURY, and WESTMORELAND. Glo. Where is the king?

Bed The king himself is rode to view their battle.

West. Of fighting men they have full threescore thousand.

Exe. There's five to one; besides they all are fresh.

Sal. God's arm strike with us! 'tis a fearful odds.

God be wi' you, princes all; I'll to my charge:
If we no more meet, till we meet in heaven,
Then, joyfully, my noble lord of Bedford,
My dear lord Gloster, and my good lord
Exeter,

And my kind kinsman, warriors all, adieu!
Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good
luck go with thee!

Exe. Farewell, kind lord; fight valiantly today:

And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it, For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour. [Exit SALISBURY.

Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness; Princely in both.

West. O that we now had here

Enter King HENRY.

Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,

That he, which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart: his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse :
We would not die in that man's company,
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian; +

He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,

Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian :

He that shall live this day, and see old age,

Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends,
And say-to-morrow is Saint Crispian :

And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered:
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me,
Shall be my brother: be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition :
And gentlemen in England, now a-bed,
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not
here!

And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks,

That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Enter SALISBURY,

Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with speed:

The French are bravely in their battles set,
And will with all expedience charge on us.
K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds
be so.

West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward now!

K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from England, cousin ?

West. God's will, my liege, 'would you and I alone,

Without more help, might fight this battle out! K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five thousand men ;

Which likes me better, than to wish us one.You know your places: God be with you all!

Tucket.-Enter MONTJOY.

Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king Harry,

If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,
For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf,
Before thy most assured overthrow:
Thou needs must be engiutted.

mercy,

Besides, in

The man that once did sell the lion's skin
While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting
bim.

A many of our bodies shall, no doubt,
Find native graves; upon the which I trust,
Shall witness live in brass § of this day's work:
And those that leave their valiant bones in
France,

Dying like men, though buried in your dung

hills,

They shall be fam'd; for there the sun shall

greet them,

And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime,

Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his The smell whereof shall breed a plague in

France.

There's not a piece of feather in our host,
(Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly,)
And time hath worn us into slovenry;
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim:
And my poor soldiers tell me, yet, ere night,
They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck
The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers'
heads,

And turn them out of service. If they do this, (As, if God please, they shall,) my ransom then Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour;

Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald; They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints:

Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them,
Shall yield them little, tell the Constable.
Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee
well:

Thou never shalt hear herald any more. [Exit. K. Hen. I fear, thou'lt once more come again for ransom.

Enter the Duke of YORK. York. My lord, most humble on my knee I beg The leading of the vaward.

K. Hen. Take it, brave York.-Now, soldiers, march away :

And how thou pleasest, God, dispose the day! [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-The field of Battle. Alarums: Excursions. Enter FRENCH SOLDIER, PISTOL, and BOY.

Pist. Yield, cur.

Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous'estes le gentilhomme de bonne qualitt.

est dispos: tout a cette heure de couper vostre gorge.

Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant, Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns; Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.

Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de Dieu me pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne maison: gardez ma vie, et je vous donneray deux cents escus.

Pist. What are his words?

Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a gentleman of a good house; and, for his ransom, he will give you two hundred crowns.

Pist. Tell him,-my fury shall abate, and I The crowns will take.

Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il?

Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de pardonner aucun prisonnier; neantmoins, pour les escus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de vous donner la liberté, lé franchisement.

Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille remerciemens; et je m'estime heareur que je suis tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le plus brave, valiant, et tres distingué seigneur d'Angleterre.

Pist. Expound unto me, boy.

Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand thanks and he esteems himself happy that he hath fallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the most brave, valorous, and thriceworthy signieur of England.

Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.Follow me, cur.

[Exit PISTOL. Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine. I did never know so full a voice issue from so [Exit FRENCH Soldier. empty vesse! makes the greatest sound. empty a heart: but the saying is truc,-The Bar

Pist. Quality, call you me ?-Construe me, art thou a gentleman? What is thy name? dis-dolph and Nym had ten times more valour than

cuss.

Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu!

Pist. Oh! signieur Dew should be a gentlePerpend my words, O signieur Dew, and

man:

mark ;

O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox, t Except, O signieur, thou do give to me Egregious ransom.

this roaring devil i'the old play, that every one
may pare his nails with a wooden dagger; and

they are both hanged; and so would this be, if
he durst steal any thing adventurously. I must
stay with the lackeys, with the luggage of our
camp the French might have a good prey of us,
if he knew of it; for there is none to guard it.
but boys.
[Exit.

Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde! ayez pitié SCENE V.-Another part of the Field of

de moy!

Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty

moys;

For I will fetch thy rim † out at thy throat,
In drops of crimson blood.

Fr. Sol. Est il impossible d'eschapper la force de ton bras?

Pist. Brass, cur!

Thou damued and luxurious § mountain goat, Offer'st me brass?

Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy!

Pist. Say'st thou me so is that a ton of

moys?

Come hither, boy; Ask me this slave in French, What is his name.

Boy. Escoutez; Comment estes vous appellé ?

Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer.

Boy. He says, his name is-master Fer.

Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk ¶ him, and ferret him ;-discuss the same in French unto him.

Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and ferret, and firk.

Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut throat.

his

• Vanguard.

Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for?

Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his ransom ?

Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but shame!

Let us die instant. Once more back again;
And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand,
Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door,
His fairest daughter is contaminate.
Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog, ↑

Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now!

Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives

+ An old cant word for a sword, so called from a fa- Unto these English, or else die with fame.

Orl. We are enough, yet living in the field, To smother up the English in our throngs, If any order might be thought upon.

Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the throng;

Let life be short; else, shame will be too long. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI.—Another part of the Field.
Alarums.

Enter King HENRY and Forces;
EXETER, and others.

K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant countrymen :

But all's not done, yet keep the French the field. Exe. The duke of York commends him to your majesty.

K. Hen. Lives he, good uncle? thrice, within this hour,

I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting;
From helmet to the spur, all blood he was.
Exe. In which array, (brave soldier,) doth
he lie,

Larding the plain: and by his bloody side,
(Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,)
The noble earl of Suffolk also lies.

Suffolk first died, and York, all haggled over,
Comes to him, where in gore be lay insteep'd,
And takes him by the beard; kisses the gashes,
That bloodily did yawn upon his face;
And cries aloud.-Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk!
My soul shall thine keep company to heaven:
Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly a
breast;

As, in this glorious and well-foughten field,
We kept together in our chivalry!

Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up:
He smil'd me in the face, raught me his hand,
And, with a feeble gripe, says,-Dear my lord,
Commend my service to my sovereign.
So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck

He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips;
And so, espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd
A testament of noble-ending love.

The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd

Gow. I think, Alexander the great was born in Macedon; bis father was called-Philip of Macedon, as I take it.

Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Alexander is porn. I tell you, captain,-If you look in the maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Monmouth, that the situations, look you, is both alike. There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth: it is called Wye, at Monmouth: but it is out of my prains, what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis so like as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both. If you mark Alexander's life well, Harry of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well; for there is figures in all things. Alexander (God knows, and you know,) in his rages and his furies, and his wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his displeasures, and his indignations, and also being a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, look you, kill his pest friend, Clytus.

Gow. Our king is not like him in that; he never killed any of his friends.

Flu. Is it not well done, mark you now, to take tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and finished. I speak but in the figures and comparisons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, being in his ales and his cups; so also Harry Moumouth, being in right wits and his goot judgments, is turn away the fat knight with the great pelly-doublet: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his name.

Gow. Sir John Falstaff.

Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is goot men born at Monmouth.

Gow. Here comes his majesty.

Alarum. Enter King HENRY, with a part of the English Forces; WARWICK, GLOSTER, EXETER, and others.

K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to France

Those waters from me, which I would have Until this instant.-Take a trumpet, herald;

Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill;
If they will fight with us, bid them come down,
Or void the field; they do offend our sight:
If they'll do neither, we will come to them;
And make them skirr⚫ away as swift as stones
Enforced from the old Assyrian slings:
Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have ;
And not a man of them, that we shall take,
Shall taste our mercy :-Go, and tell them so.
Enter MONTJOY.

Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my liege.

Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us❜d to be.

K. Hen. How now, what means this, herald ? know'st thou not,

SOENE VII.-Another part of the Field. Alarums. Enter FLUELLEN and GoWER. Flu, Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis ex-That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ranpressly against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be offered, in the 'orld; In your conscience now, 's it not?

Gow. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle, have done this slaughter: besides, they have burned and carried away all that was in the king's tent; wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. Oh! 'tis a gallant king.

Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain Gower: What call you the town's name, where Alexander the pig was born?

Gow. Alexander the great.

Flu Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the magnanimous, are all one reckonings, save the phrase is a little variations.

• Reachod.

som?

Com'st thou again for ransom?

Mont. No, great king:

I come to thee for charitable license,
That we may wander o'er this bloody field.
To book our dead, and then to bury them;
To sort our nobles from our common men;
For many of our princes (woe the while!)
Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood;
(So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs
In blood of princes ;) and their wounded steeds
Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage,
Yerk out their armed heels at their dead mas

ters,

Killing them twice. O give us leave, great king To view the field in safety, and dispose, of their dead bodies.

K. Hen. I tell thee truly, herald,

I know not if the day be our's or no;

• Scout.

For yet a many of your horseman peer,
And gallop o'er the field.

Mont. The day is your's.

K. Hen. Praised be God, and not our strength,
for it!-

What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by ?
Mont. They call it-Agincourt.

K. Hen. Then call we this-the field of Agin-I
court,

Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.

Flu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't please your majesty, and your great-uncle Edward the plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in France.

K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.

Flu. Your majesty says very true: If your majesties is remembered of it, the Welshman did goot service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps; which, your majesty knows, to this hour is an honourable padge of the service; and, I do believe, your majesty takes no scorn to wear leek upon Saint Tavy's day.

K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour : For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman. Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that: Got pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases his grace, and his majesty

too!

K. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman. Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's countryman, I care not who know it; I will confess it to all the 'orld: I need not to be ashamed of your majesty, praised be God, so long as your majesty is an honest man.

K. Hen. God keep me so !-Our heralds go
with him;

Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
On both our parts--Call yonder fellow hither.
[Points to WILLIAMS. Exeunt MONTJOY
and others.

Exe. Soldier, you must come to the king.
K. Hen. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove
in thy cap?

Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of one that I should fight withal, if he be alive. K. Hen. Au Englishman?

Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that swaggered with me last night: who, if 'a live, and ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a box o'the ear: or, if I can see my glove in his cap, (which he swore, as he was a soldier, he would wear, if alive,) I will strike it out soundly.

K. Hen. What think you, captain Fluellen; is it fit this soldier keep his oath?

Flu. He is a craven and a villain else, an't please your majesty, in my conscience.

K. Hen. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman of great sort, quite from the answer of his degree.

and myself were down together, I plucked this glove from his belm: if any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alençon and an enemy to our person; if thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an thou dost love me.

Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as can be desired in the hearts of his subjects: would fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find himself aggriefed at this glove, that is all; but I would fain see it once; an please Got of his grace, that I might see it.

K. Hen. Knowest thou Gower?

Flu. He is my dear friend, an please yon. K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him to my tent.

Flu. I will fetch him.

[Exit.

K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, and my brother
Gloster,

Follow Fluellen closely at the heels:
The glove, which have given him for a favour,
May, haply, purchase him a box o'the ear;
It is the soldier's: I, by bargain, should
Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin War-
wick:

If that the soldier strike him, (as, I judge
By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word,)
Some sudden mischief may arise of it;
For I do know Fluellen valiant,
And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder,
And quickly will return an injury:
Follow, and see there be no harm between
them.-
[Exeunt

Go you with me, uncle of Exeter.

SCENE VIII.-Before King HENRY'S Pa.

vilon.

Enter GOWER and WILLIAMS.
Will. I warrant it is to knight you, captain.

Enter FLUELLEN.

Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I peseech you now, come apace to the king: there is more goot toward you, peradventure, than is in your knowledge to dream of.

Will. Sir, know you this glove?

Flu. Know the glove? I know the glove is a glove.

Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. [Strikes him. Flu. 'Sblud, an arrant traitor, as any's in the universal 'orld, or in France, or in England. Gow. How now, Sir? you villain ! Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn? Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give treason his payment into plows, I warrant

Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.-I charge you in his majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a friend of the duke of Alençon's.

Enter WARWICK and GLOSTER. War. How now, how now! what's the matter ?

Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised his vow and his oath; if he be perjured, see you now, his reputation is as arrant a villain, be Got for it!) a most contagious treason come and a Jack-sauce, as ever his plack shoe trod to light, look you, as you shall desire in a sum upon Got's ground and his earth, in my consci-mer's day. Here is his majesty.

ence, la.

K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou meet'st the fellow.

Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.
K. Hen. Who servest thou under?
Will. Under captain Gower, my liege.
Flu. Gower is a goot captain; and is good
knowledge and literature in the wars.

K. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier.
Will. I will, my liege.

[Exit. K. Hen. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for me, and stick it in thy cap: When Alençon

Enter King HENRY and EXETER.

K. Hen. How now! what's the matter? Flu. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, look your grace, has struck the glove which your majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon.

Will. My liege, this was my glove; here is the fellow of it and he, that I gave it to in change, promised to wear it in his cap; I pro. mised to strike him, if he did I met this man with my glove in his cap, and I have been as good as my word.

Flu. Your majesty hear now, (saving your majesty's manhood,) what an arrant, raseally,

beggarly, lowsy knave it is: I hope your majesty is pear me testimony, and witness, and avouchments, that this is the glove of Alençon, that your majesty gave me, in your conscience

now.

K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier: Look, here is the fellow of it. 'Twas I, indeed, thou promised'st to strike; and thou hast given me

Beaumont and Marle, Vaudemont and Lestrale, Here was a royal fellowship of death!-Where is the number of our English dead? [HERALD presents another Paper. Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk, Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam, esquire: None else of name; and, of all other men, But five and twenty. O God, thy arm was here, And not to us, but to thy arm alone, Ascribe we all.-When, without stratagem, But in plain shock, and even play of battle, Was ever known so great and little loss, K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisfac-On one part and on the other ?-Take it, God, tion?

most bitter terms.

Flu. An please your majesty, let his neck answer for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld.

Will. All offences, my liege, come from the heart never came any from mine, that might offend your majesty.

K. Hen. It was ourself thou didst abuse. Will. Your majesty came not like yourself: you appeared to me but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your lowliness; and what your highness suffered under that shape, I beseech you take it for your own fault, and not mine: for had you been as I took you for, 1 made no offence; therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me.

K. Hen. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove
with crowns,

And give it to this fellow.-Keep it, fellow;
And wear it for an honour in thy cap,
Till I do challenge it.-Give him the crowns:
And, captain, you must needs be friends with
him.

Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has mettle enough in his pelly :-Hold, there is twelve pence for you, and I pray yon to serve Got, and keep you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the petter for you.

Will. I will none of your money.

Flu. It is with a goot will; I can tell you, it will serve you to mend your shoes: Come, wherefore should you be so pashful? your shoes is not so goot: 'tis a goot silling, I warrant you, or I will change it.

Enter an English HERALD.

K. Hen. Now, herald; are the dead num

ber'd ?

Her. Here is the number of the slaughter'd
French.
[Delivers a Paper.
K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are
taken, uncle?

Ere. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the

king;

John duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt:
Of other lords and barons, knights and squires,
Full fifteen hundred, besides common men.
K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thou-
sand French,

That in the field lie slain: of princes, in this
number,

And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
One hundred twenty-six added to these,
Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen,
Eight thousand and four hundred; of the
which,

Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd
knights:

So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,
There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries;
The rest are-princes, barons, lords, knights,
'squires.

And gentlemen of blood and quality.
The name of those their nobles that lie dead,-
Charles De-la-bret, high Constable of France;
Jaques of Chatillon, admiral of France;
The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures;
Great-master of France, the brave Sir Guischard
Dauphin;

John duke of Alençon; Antony duke of Bra-
bant,

The brother to the duke of Burgundy;
And Edward duke of Bar: of lusty earls,
Grandpré and Roussi, Fauconberg and Foix,

For it is only thine!

Exe. 'Tis wonderful!

K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the
village :

And be it death proclaimed through our host,
To boast of this, or take the praise from God,
Which is his only.

Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is killed?

K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgement,

That God fought for us.

Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot.

K. Hen. Do we all holy rites;

Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum.
The dead with charity enclos'd in clay,
We'll then to Calais; and to England then ;
Where ne'er From France arriv'd more happy
[Exeunt.

men.

ACT V.

Enter CHORUS.

Chor. Vouchsafe to those that have not read
the story,

That I may prompt them: and of such as have,
I humbly pray them to admit the excuse
Of time, of numbers, and due course of things,
Which cannot in their huge and proper life
Be here presented. Now we bear the king
Toward Calais : grant him there; there seen,
Heave him away upon your winged thoughts,
Athwart the sea: Behold, the English beach
Pales in the flood with men, with wives, and
boys,

Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep

mouth'd sea,

Which, like a mighty whiffler + 'fore the king,
Seems to prepare his way: so let him land
And, solemnly, see him set on to London.
So swift a pace hath thought, that even now
You may imagine him upon Blackheath;
Where that his lords desire him to have borne
His bruised helmet, and his bended sword,
Before him through the city he forbids it,
Being free from vainness and self-glorious
pride;

Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent,
Quite from himself to God. But now behold,
In the quick forge and workinghouse of thought,
How London doth pour out her citizens !
The mayor, and all his brethren, in best soit,-
Like to the senators of the antique Rome,
With the plebeians swarming at their heels,-
Go forth, and fetch their conquering Cæsar in :
As, by a lower but by loving likelihood,
Were now the general of our gracious em-
press

(As, in good time, he may,) from Ireland
coming,

Bringing rebellion broached on his sword,
How many would the peaceful city quit,

• The king (says the Chronicles,) caused the psa In exitulsrael de Egypto, to be sung after the victory. + An officer who walks first in processions. The earl of Essex, in the reign of Elizabeth. Spitted, transfixed.

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