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That quicken even with blowing. Othou weed, Emil. He calls her, whore; a beggar, in his Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet,

drink, That the sense aches at thee.—'Would, thou had'st Could not have laid such terms upon his callet. Be'er been born !

lago. Why did he so > Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed ? Des

. I do not know; I am sure, I am none such Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Iago. Do not weep, do not weep; Alas the day! Made to write whore upon ? What committed ! Emil. Has she forsook so many noble matches, Committed !-0 thou public commoner!

Her father, and her country, and her friends, I should make very forges of my cheeks,

To be called-whore? would it not make oue weep? That would to cinders burn up modesty,

Des. It is my wretched fortune. Did I but speak thy deeds.- What committed ! layo.

Beshrew hinn for it! Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks; How comes this trick upon him ? The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets,


Nay, heaven doth know. Is hush'd within the bollow mine of earth,

Emil. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, And will not hear it: What committed !

Some busy and insinuating rogue, Impudent strumpet !

Some cogging cozening slave, to get soine office, Des.

By heaven, you do me wrong. Have not devis'd this slander; I'll be hang'd, else. Oth. Are not you a strumpet ?

lago. Fye, there is no such man ; it is impossible. Des.

No, as I am a christian : Des. If any such there be, beaven pardon him! If to preserve this vessel for my lord,

Emil. A halter pardon him! and hell gnaw his From any other foul unlawful touch,

bones! Benot to be a strumpet, I am none.

Why should he call her, whore ? who keeps her Oth. What, not a whore ?


[lihood ? Des.

No, as I shall be saved. What place ? what time? what form ? what like. Oth. Is it poesihle ?

The Moor's abus'd by some most villainous knave, Des. O, heaven forgive us !

Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow:Oih.

I cry you mercy, then : O, hearen, that such companions thou'dst unfold;
I took you for that cunding whore of Venice, And put in every honest hand a whip,
That married with Othello.—You, mistress, To lash the rascal naked through the world,

Even from the east to the west !
Re-enter Emilia.


Speak within door,

Emil. O, fye upon him! some such squire he was, That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, That turn'd your wit the seamy side without, And keep the gate of hell; You! you! ay, you!

And made you to suspect me with the Moor. We have done our course, there's money for your

lago. You are a fool; go to. pains;

Des. I pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel. (Exit

. What sball I do to win my lord again?

O good lago, Emil

. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive ? - Good friend, go to him ; for, by this light of heaver, How do you, madam ? how do you, my good lady?

I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel:Des. 'Faith, half asleep. Emil. Good madam, what's the matter with my Either in discourse of thought, or actual deed;

If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love, lord ?

Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,
Des. With who?

Delighted them in any other form ;
Why, with my lord, madam.

Or that I do not yet, and ever did,
Des. Who is thy lord ?

And ever will,—though he do shake me off Emil.

He that is yours, sweet lady. To beggarly divorcement, -love him dearly, Des. I have none: Do not talk to me, Emilia;

Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much; I cannot weep; nor answer I have none,

And his unkindness may defeat my life, But what should go by water. Pr'ythee, to-night

But never taint my love. I cannot say, whore; Lay on my bed my wedding sheets,-remember ;

It does abhor me, now I speak the word; And call thy husband hither. Emil. Here is a change, indeed! Not the world's mass of vanity could make me.

To do the act that might the addition earn,

(Exit. Des. 'Tis meet I should be us'd so, very meet.

layo. I pray you, be content; 'tis but his humour;

The business of the state does him offence, How have I been behav'd, that he might stick

And he does chide with you. The small'st opinion on my great'st abuse ?


If 'twere no other,

lago. It is but so, I warrant you. [Trumpets. Re-enter Emilia, with Iago.

Hark, how these instruments summon to supper! lago. What is your pleasure, madam? How is And the great messengers of Venice stay : it with you ?

Go in, and weep not: all things shall be well. Des. I cannot tell. Those, that do teach young

(Ereunt DESDEMONA and Emilia. babes, Do it with gentle means, and

He might have chid me so; for, in good faith, How now, Roderigo?
I am a child to chiding.

Rod. I do not find that thou deal’st justly with me. lago.

What's the matter, lady? lago. What in the contrary? Emil. Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhor'd her, Rod. Every day thou doff'st me with some device, Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her, Iago; and rather (as it seems to me now,) keep'st As true hearts cannot bear.

from me all conveniency, than suppliest me with Des. Am I that name, Iago ?

the least advantage of hope. I will, indeed, no lago.

What name, fair lady ? longer endure it: Nor am I yet persuaded, to pao Des. Such as, she says, iny lord did say I was. up in peace what already I have foolishly suffered

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lago. Will you hear me, Roderigo ?

Rod. 'Faith, I have heard too much; for your SCENE III.-Another Room in the Cus!le. words, and performances, are no kin together. Iago. You charge me most unjustly.

Enter Othello, Lodovico, DESDEMONA, EMILIA, Rod. With nought but truth. I have wasted my

and Attendants. self out of my means. The jewels you have had Lod. I do beseech you, sir, trouble Fourself no from me, to deliver to Desdemona, would half havo

further. corrupted a votarist :-You have told me she has Oth. O, pardon me; 'twill do me good to walk. received them, and returned me expectations and Lod. Madam, good night; I humbly thank your conforts of sudden respect and acquittance; but I

ladyship. find none.

Des. Your honour is most welcome. layo. Well; go to; very well.


Will you walk, siri Rod. Very well! go to! I cannot go to, man;, 0,-Desdemona, oor 'tis not very well: By this hand, I say, it is very Des.

My lord? scurvy; and begin to find myself fubbed in it. Oth. Get you to bed on the instant; I will be relayo. Very well.

turned forthwith : dismiss your attendant there; look, Rod. I tell you, 'tis not very well. I will make it be done. myself known to Desdemona: If she will return me Des. I will, my lord. iny jewels, I will give over my suit, and repent my

(Ereuni OTHELLO, LODOVICO, and unlawful solicitation; if not, assure vourself, I will

Attendants. seek satisfaction of you.

Emil. How goes it now ? he looks gentler than layo. You have said now.

he did. Rod. Ay, and I have said nothing, but what I Des. He says, he will return incontinent; protest intendment of doing.

He hath commanded me to go to bed, lago. Why, now I see there's nettle in thee; and And bade me to dismiss you. even, from this iustant, do build on thee a better Emil.

Dismiss me! opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand, Ro- Des. It was his bidding; therefore, good Emilia, derigo: Thou hast taken against me a most just Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu : exception; but yet, I protest, I have dealt most di- We must not now displease him. rectly in thy affair.

Emil. I would, you had never seen him! Rod. It hath not appeared.

Des. So would not I; my love doth so approve lago. I grant, indeed, it hath not appeared; and

him, your suspicion is not without wit and judgment. That even his stubbornness, his checks, and frowns, But, Roderigo, if thou hast that within thee indeed, Prythee, unpin me,-have grace and favour in which I have greater reason to believe now than


(bed. ever, -I mean, purpose, courage, and valour, -this Emil. I have laid those sheets you bade me on the night show it: if thou the next night following en- Des. All's one:-Good father! how foolish are joyest not Desdemona, take me from this world with

our minds! treachery, and devise engines for my life.

If I do die before thee, proythee, shroud me Rod. Well, what is it? is it within reason, and in one of chose same sbeets. compass ?


Come, come, you talk lago. Sir, there is especial commission come from Des. My mother had a maid callid-Barbara ; Venice, to depute Cassio in Othello's place. She was in love ; and he, she lov'd, prov'd mad,

Rod. Is that true? why, then Othello and Des. And did forsake her: she had a song of-willow, demona return again to Venice.

An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune, lago. O, no; he goes into Mauritania, and takes And she died singing it: That song, to-night, away with bim the fair Desdemona, unless his abode Will not go from my mind; I have much to do. be lingered here by some accident; wherein none But to go hang my head all at one side, can be so determinate, as the removing of Cassio. And sing it, like poor Barbara. Pry'thee, despatch.

Rod. How do you mean-removing of him ? Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown? lago. Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's Des.

No unpin me here. place; knocking out his brains.

This Lodovico is a proper man. Rod. Add that you would have me do ?

E.nil. A very handsome man. lago. Ay; if you dare do yourself a profit, and Des.

And he speaks well a right. He sups to-night with a harlot, and thither Emil. I know a lady in Venice, who would have will I go to himn :-he knows not yet of his honour- walked barefoot to Palestine, for a touch of his neable fortune : if you will watch his going thence, ther lip. (which I will fashion to fall out between twelve and

I. one,) you may take him at your pleasure ; I will be near to second your attempt, and he shall fall be- Des. The poor soul sat sighing by a sycanore tree, tween us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but ço

Sing all a green willow; (Singing. along with me; I will show you such a necessity in Her hand on her boson, her head on her knee, his death, that you shall think yourself bound to put Sing willow, willow, willow : it on him. It is now high supper-time, and the The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her night grows to waste : about it.

moans ; Rod. I will hear further reason for this.

Sing willow, &c. layo. And you shall be satisfied. Ereunt. Her salı tears fell from her, an? soften’d the stones ;

Lay by these :

Sing willow, willow, willow;
Pr’ythee, bie thee; he'll come anon.-

Siny all a greon willow must be my garlund,


the sense,

Let nowdy blame hin, his scorn I approve,

Nay, that's not next.-Hark! who is it that knocks ?
Emil. It is the wind.

SCENE I.-A Street.
Des. I calld my love, false love ; but what said he
then ?

Enter Iago and RODERIGO.
Sing willow, 8c.

layo. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight wil If I court mo women, you'll couch with mo men.

he come: So, get thee gone; good night. Mine eyes do itch; Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home; Doth that bode weeping ?

Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow: Emil.

'Tis neither here nor there. It makes us, or it mars us ; think on that, Des. I have heard it said so.-0, these men, And fix most firm thy resolution. these men !

Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't. Dost thou in conscience think, tell me, Emilia, - lago. Here, at thy hand; be bold, and take thy That there be women do abuse their husbands

sword. (Retires to a little distance. lo such gross kind ?

Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed; Emil,

There be some such, no question. And yet he has given me satisfying reasons : Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the 'Tis but a man gone :-forth, my sword; he dies. world?

(Goes to his stand. Emil. Why, would not you?

layo. I have rubb'd this young quat almost to Des.

No, by this heavenly light! Emil. Nor I neither by this heavenly light; And he grows angry. Now whether he kill Cassio, I might do't as well i'the dark.

Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other, Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the Every way makes ny gain : Live Roderigo, world ?

He calls me to a restitution large
Emil. The world is a huge thing: 'Tis a great price of gold, and jewels, that I bobb’d from him,
For a small vice.

As gifts to Desdemona ; Des. Good troth, I think thou would'st not. It must not be: if Cassio do remain, Emil. By my troth, I think I should; and undo't, He hath a daily beauty in his life, when I had done. Marry, I would not do such a That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor thing for a joint-ring; nor for measures of lawn; Maz, unfold me to him; there stand I in much peril. nor for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty No, he must die :-But so, I hear him coming. exhibition : but, for the whole world, — Why, who

Enter CASSIO. would not make her husband a cuckold, to make bim a monarch ? I should venture purgatory for't. Rod. I know his gait, 'tis he ,-Villain, thou dies.. Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong for

(Rushes from his post, and makes a pass at the whole world.

Cassio. Emil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'the Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, world; and, having the world for your labour, 'tis But that my coat is better than thou think'st; a wrong in your own world, and you might quickly I will make proof of thine. riake it right.

[Draws, and wounds RODERIGO. Des. I do not think there is any such woman.


O, I am slain! Emil. Yes, a dozen ; and as many

[Iago rushes from his post, cuts Cassio behind To the vantage, as would store the world they play'd

in the leg, and erit. for.

Cas. I am maim'd for ever :-Help, ho! murder! But, I do think, it is their husbands' faults,


( Falls. If wives do fall : Say, that they slack their duties, And pour out treasures into foreign laps;

Enter OTHELLO, at a distance. Or else break out in peevish jealousies,

Oth. The voice of Cassio :-Iago keeps his word, Throwing restraint upon us; or, say, they strike us, Rod, O, villain that I am! Or scant our former having in despite ;


Hark! 'tis even so. Why, we have galls; and, though we have some grace, Cas. O, help! ho! light! a surgeon! Yet we have some revenge. Let husbands know, Oth. "Tis he;-0 brave Iago, honest, and just, Their wives have sense like them; they see, and That hast such'noble sense of thy friend's wrong! smell,

Thou teachest me,--Minion, your dear lies dead, And have their palates both for sweet and sour, And your fate hies apace:-Strumpet, I come : As husbands have. What is it that they do, Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are When they change us for others ? Is it sport?

blotted ; I think, it is; And doth affection breed it ? Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood lo I think, it doth; Is’t fraëty, that thus errs ?


(Exit OTHELLO It is so too: And have not we affections ? Desires for sport? and frailty, as men have ?

Enter Lodovico and GRATIANO, at a distance. Then, let them use us well: else, let them know, Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage ? murder The ills we do, their ills instruct us to.

murder ! Des. Good night, good night: Heaven me such Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful usage send,

Cas. 0, help!
Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend ! Lod.

Ereunt. Rod.

O wretched villain!
Lod. Two or three groans ;-it is a heavy nigkat
These may be counterfeits ; let's think't unsaf.
To come in to the cry, witho'it more hel:

kud. No body como ? then shall I bleed to death. Gra,

I ain glad to see you.
Erter lago, with a light.

lago. How do you, Cassio ?-0, a chair, a chair i

Gra. Roderigo! Lod. Hark!

Jago. He, he, 'tis he :-0, that's we!) said ; the Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light


(A chair brought in. and weapons.

Some good man bear him carefully from hence; lago. Who's there ? whose noise is this, that cries I'll fetch the general's surgeon.-For you, mistress, on murder?

[To BLANCA Lod. We do not know.

Save you your labour - He that lies slain here. lugu. Did you not hear a cry?

Cassio. Cas. Here, here; for heaven's sake, help me. Was my dear friend: What maiice was between you ? layo.

What's the matter? Cas. None in the world; nor do I know the man. Gra. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it. layo. (To Bian.] What, look you paie 1-0, Lod. The same, indeed; a very valiant fellow.

bear him out o'the air. lago. What are you here, that cry so grievously?

(Cassio and Rop. are borne off: Cas. Iago? O, I am spoild, undone by villains ! Stay you, good gentlemen.-Look you pale, misGive me some help.

tress? lago. O me, lieutenant! what villains have done Do you perceive the gastness of her eye ? this?

Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon :Cas. I think, that one of them is hereabout, Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her; And cannot make away.

Do you see, gentlemen ? nay, guiltiness will speak, layo.

O treacherous villains !- Though tongues were out of use. What are you there? come in, and give some belp. [To Lodovico and Gratiano.

Enter Emilia. Rod. O, help me here!

Emil. 'Las, what's the matter; what's the matter, Cas. That's one of them.

husband? lago.

O murderous slave! O villain ! lago. Cassio bath here been set on in the dark,

[Iago stabs RODERIGO. By Roderigo, and fellows that are scap'd; Rod. O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog :

He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead. 0!0!0!

Emil. Alas, good gentleman ! alas, good Cassio ! lago. Kill men i'the dark !- Where be these layo. This is the fruit of whoring. -Pr’ythee, bloodly thieves ?

Emilia, How silent is this town! Ho! murder! murder' Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night:What may you be ? are you of good, or evil ? What, do you shake at that ? Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.

Bian. He supp'd at my house ; but I therefore layo. Signior Lodovico ?

shake not. Lod. He, sir.

lago. O, did he so? I charge you, go with me. layo. I cry you mercy; Here's Cassio burt Emil. Fye, fye upon thee, strumpet ! By villains ?

Bian. I am no strumpet ; but of life as honest, Gra, Cassio ?

As you that thus abuse me. lago. How is it, brother?


As I ? foh! fye upon thee! Cas. My leg is cut in two.

layo. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio laya. Marry, heaven forbid !

dress'd :Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt. Come, mistress, you must tell us another tale.

Emilia, run you to the citadel,

And tell my lord and lady what has happ'd. Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is't that will you go on, I pray? This is the night, [Aside. cry'd ?

That either makes me, or fordoes me quite. ( Ereunt. lago. Who is't that cry'd ?

Bian. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio ! SCENE II.-A Bedchamber : DESDEMONA in bed O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio !


asleep. A Light burning. layo. O notable strumpet !-Cassio, may you sus

Enter Othello.
Who they should be, that have thus mangled you ?
Cas. No.

Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,-Gra. I am sorry, to find you thus : I have been Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars !

It is the cause.—Yet I'll not shed her blood; Iago. Lend me a garter: So.-0, for a chair, Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, To bear bim easily hence !

And smooth as monumental alabaster.Biun. Alas, he faints :-0 Cassio ! Cassio !

(Takes off his sword. Cassio!

Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. lago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash Put out the light, and then put out the light: To be a party in this injury.

If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
Patience a while, good Cassio.-Come, come; I can again thy former light restore,
Lend me a light.-Know we this face, or no ? Should I repent me:-but once put out thine,
Alas! my friend, and my dear countryman, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
Roderigo ? po:-Yes, sure; O heaven! Roderigo. I know not where is that Promethean heat,
Gru. What, of Venice ?

That can thy light relumo. When I have pluck'd lago. Even he, sir; did you know him ?

thy rose, Gra.

Know him ? ay. I cannot give it vital growth again, lago. Signior Gratiano ? I cry you gentle pardon; It needs must wither :

-I'll smell it on the tree.'These bloody accidents must excuse my manners,

(Kissing her. "nat se neglected you.

O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade

to seek you.


Justice to break her sword!-One more, one more.- Des. He'll not say so.
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, Oth.

No, bis mouth is stopp'd;
And love thee after:-One more, and this the last : Honest Iago bath ta'en order for't.
So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep,

Des. My fear interprets then,- What, is be dead? But they are cruel tears: This sorrow's heavenly; Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge It strikes, where it doth love. She wakes

Had stomach for them all. Des. Who's there? Othello?

Des. Alas! he is betray'd, and I undone. Oth.

Ay, Desdemona. Oth. Out, strumpet! Weep'st thou for him to Des. Will you come to bed, my lord ?

my face? Oth. Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona ? Des, O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not. Des.

Ay, my lord.

Oth, Down, strumpet! Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime Des. Kill me to-morrow, let me live to-night. Unreconcil'd as yet to heaven and grace,

Oih. Nay, if you strive,Solicit for it straight.


But half an hour. Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by that? Oth,

Being dong, Oth. Weil, do it, and be brief; I will walk by :

There is no pause. I would not kill thy unprepared spirit:


But while I say one prayer, No,-Heaven forefend. I would not kill thy soul. Oth. It is too late.

(He smothers her, Des. Talk you of killing ?

Emil. [Within.) My lord, my lord! wbat ho! Oth. Ay, I do.

my lord ! my lord ! Des.

Then, heaven Oth. What noise is this ?-Not dead! not yet Have mercy on me!

quite dead ? Oth.

Amen, with all my heart ! I, that am cruel, am yet merciful
Des. If you say so, I hope you will not kill me. I would not have thee linger in thy pain. -
Oth. Humph!

So, so.
Des. And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then, Emil

. (Within.) What ho, my lord! my lord ! When your eyes roll so : Why I should fear, I know Oth.

Who's there? not,

Emil. (Within.). O, good my lord, I would speak Since guiltiness I know not; but yet, I feel, I fear.

a word with you. Oth. Think on thy sins.

Oth. Yes ;-'tis Emilia :—by and by :-She's Des. They are loves I bear to

dead. Oth. Ay, and for that thou diest.

'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death; Des. That death's unnatural, that kills for loving. The noise was high.-Ha! no more moving? Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?

Still as the grave. Shall she come in ? Were't good ? Some bloody passion shakes your very frame: I think, she stirs again :-No.- What's the best i These are portents; but yet, I hope, I hope, If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wise : They do not point on me.

My wife! my wife! what wife ?— I have no wife: Oih,

Peace, and be still ! 0, insupportable ! O heavy hour! Des. I will so: What's the matter ?

Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Oth. That handkerchief, which I so lov'd, and of sun and moon; and that the afrighted globe

Should yawn at alteration. Thou gav'st to Cassio.

Emil." ( Within.] I do beseech you I may speak Des.

No, by my life and soul; Send for the man, and ask him.

O, good my lord ! Oth.

Sweet soul, take heed, Oth. I had forgot thee : O, come in, Emilia :Take heed of perjury; thou’rt on thy death-bed. Soft, by and by :-Let me the curtains drar.Des. Ay, but not yet to die.

Where art thou i What's the matter with thee now? Oth. Yes, presently :

(Unlocks the door. Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin; For to deny each article with oath,

Enter Emilia. Cannot remove, nor choke, the strong conception, Emil. O, good my lord, yonder's foul murder That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.

done. Des. Then, Lord have mercy on me!

Oth, What? now?
I say, amen. Emil.

But now, my lord!
Des. And have you mercy too !-I never did Oth. It is the very error of the moon;
Offend you in my life; never lov'd Cassio,

She comes more near the earth than she was wont; But with such general warranty of heaven

And makes men mad. As I might love: I never gave him token.

Emil. Cassio, my lord, bas kill'd a young Veneti Oth. By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in his Call’d-Roderigo. hand.


Roderign kill'd!
O perjur'd woman! thou dost stone my heart, And Cassio kill'd ?
And mak'st me call, what I intend to do,


No, Cassio is not kill'd. A murder, which I thought a sacrifice :

Oth. Not Cassio kill'd? Then murder's out of I saw the handkerchief.

tune, Des. He found it then ;

And sweet revenge grows barsh. I never gave it him :-Send for him hither,

Des. O, falsely, falsely murder'd ! And let him confess a truth.


Alas; what cry is that? Oth.

He hath confess'd. Oth. That! what? Des. What, my lord ?

Emil. Out, and alas ! that was my lady's roi Oth. That he hath--us'd thee.

Helf! help, ho! help - lady, speak again ! Des.

How? unlawfully? Sweet Desderouna ! O, sweet mistress, speak!

Des. A guil:less death I die

gave thee,

with you,

Och Ay.

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