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I do not sue to stand, That many have, and others must sit there : Pardon is all the suit I have in hand.

And in this thought they find a kind of ease, Boling. I pardon him, as God shall pardon me. Bearing their own mnisfortune on the back

Duch. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee ! Of such as have before endur'd the like. Yet am I sick for fear: speak it again ;

Thus play 1, in one person, many people, Twice saying pardon, doth not pardon twain, And none contented : Sometimes am I king ; But makes one pardon strong.

Then treason makes me wish myself a beggar, Boling.

With all my heart And so I am : Then crushing pevury I pardon him.

Persuades me I was better when a king; Duch. A god on earth thou art, Then am I king'd again : and, by-and-by, Boling. But for our trusty brother-in-law,-and Think that I am unking’d by Bolingbroke,, the abbot,

And straight am nothing :- But, whale'er I am, With all the rest of that consorted crew,

Nor I, nor any man, that but man is, Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels. With nothing shall be pleas'd, till he be eas'd, Good uncle, help to order several powers? With being nothing.-Music do I hear? (Music. To Oxford, or where'er these traitors are: Ha, ha! keep time :-How sour sweet music is, They shall not live within this world, I swear,

When time broke, and no proportion kept ! But I will have them, if I once know where, So is it in the music of men's lives. Uncle, farewell, -and cousin too, adieu : And here have I the daintiness of ear, Your inother well hath pray'd, and prove you true. To check time broke in a disorder'd string ; Duch. Come, my old son ;-1 pray God make But, for the concord of my state and time, thee new

(Exeunt. Had not an ear to hear my true time broke.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me. SCENE IV.-Enter Exton, and a Servant.

For now hath time made me his numb'ring clock: Erton. Didst thou not mark the king, what words My thoughts are minutes; and, with sighs, they jar he spake ?

Their watches on to mine eyes, the outward watch, Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear ? Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Was it not so ?

Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Serv.

Those were his very words. Now, sir, the sound, that teils what hour it is, Eston. Have I no friend ? quoth he: he spake Are clamorous grouns, that strike upon my heart, it twice,

Which is the bell; So sighs, and tears, and groans, And urg'd it twice together; did he not ? Show minutes, times, and hours:-but my time Serv. He did.

Runs posting on in Boling broke's proud joy, Erton. And, speaking it, he wistfully look'd on While' I stand fooling here, his Jack o'the clock. me;

This music mads me, let it sound no more ;
As who should say,- I would, thou wert the man For, though it have holp madmen to their wits,
That would divorce this terror from my heart; In me, it seems it will make wise men mad.
Meaning, the king at Pomfret. Come, let's go; Yet blessing on his heart tnat gives it me!
I am the king's friend, and will rid his foe. (Ete. For 'tis a sign of love; and love to Richard
SCENE V.-Pomsret. The dungeon of the castle.

Is a strange brooch' in this all-hating world.
Enter King Richard..

Enter Groom. K. Rich. I have been studying how I may com- Groom. Hail, royal prince! pare

K. Rich.

Thanks, noble peer; This prison, where I live, unto the world : The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear. And, for because the world is populous,

What art thou ? and how comest thou hither, And here is not a creature but mysell,

Where no man never comes, but that sad dog I cannot do it ;-Yet I'll hammer it out.

That brings me food, to make misfortune live? My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, king, My soul, the father : and these two beget When thou wert king; who, travelling towards A generation of still-breeding thoughts,

And these same thoughts people this little world ;' With much ado, at length have gotten leave
In humours, like the people of this world, To look upon my sometimes master's face.
For no thought is contented. The better sort,- !, how it yearn’d my heart, when I beheld,
As thoughts of things divine,-are intermix'd In London streets, that coronation day,
With scruples, and do set the word itself When Bulingbroke rode on roan Barbary!
Against the word ::

That horse, ihat thou so often hast bestrid;
As thus, - Come, lillle ones ; and then again,- That horse, that I so carefully have dress'd!
It is as hard to come, as for a camel

K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle To thread the postern* of a needle's eye.

friend, Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot How went he under him? Unlikely wonders : how these vain weak nails Groom. So proudly, as if he disdain'd the ground. May tear a passage through the flinty ribs

K. Rich. So proud that Bolingbroke was on his or this hard world, my ragged prison walls;

back! And, for they cannot, die in their own pride. That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand; Thoughts tending to content, Natter themselves,- This hand hath made him proud with clapping That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,

him. Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars, Would he not stumble? Would be not fall down Who, sitting in the stocks, refuge ihcir shame,- (Since pride must have a fall,) and break the neck

Or that proud man that did usurp his back ? (1) Forces

(2) His own body. (3) Holy scripture. (4) Little gate. (5) Tick. (7) An ornamented buckle, and also a jewel in

(6) Strike for him, like the figure of a man on general. vol.

(8) Former.


Forgiveness, horse ! why do I rail on thee, Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy Since thou, created to be aw'd by man,

Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.
And yet I bear a burden like an ass,
Spur-gall?d, and tird, by jauncingBoling broke.

Enter Fitzwater.
Enter Keeper, with a dish.

Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to Lon

don Keep. Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay. The heads of Brocas, and sir Bennet Seely;

[To the Groom. K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert

Two of the dangerous and consorted traitors,

That sought at Oxford thy Jire overthrow. Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my

Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot, heart shall say.


Right noble is thy merit, well I'wot. Keep. My lord, will't please you to fall to?

Enter Percy, with the Bishop of Carlisle. K. Rich. Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do. Keep. My lord, I dare not; sir Pierce of Exton, Percy. The grand conspirator, abbot of Westwho

minster, Lately came from the king, commands the contrary. With clog of conscience, and sour melancholy, K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster and Hath yielded up his body to the grave; thee !

But here is Carlisle, living, to abide Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.

Thy kingly doom, and sentence of his pride.

(Beats the Keeper. Boling. Carlisle, this is your doom :Keep. Help, help, help!

Choose out some secret place, some reverend room, Enter Exton, and servants, armed.

More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life;

So, as thou liv'st in peace, die free from strise: K. Rich. How now? what means death in this for though mine enemy thou hast ever been, rude assault?

High sparks of honour in thee have I seen. Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument.

(Snatching a weapon, and killing one. Enter Exton, with attendants bearing a coffin. Go thou, and fill another room in hell. (He kills another, then Exton strikes him down.

Exton. Great king, within this coffin I present That hand shall burn in never-quenching tire,

Thy buried lear: herein all breathless lies That staggers thus my person.-Exton, thy fierce The mightiest of thy greatest enemics, hand

Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought. Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast land.

wrought Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high; A deed of slander, with thy fatal hand, Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die. Upon my head, and all this famous land.

[Dies. Exlun. From your own mouth, my lord, did I Exton. As full of valour, as of royal blood :

this deed. Both have I spilt; 0, would the deed were good ! Boling. They love not poison that do poison need, For now the devil, that told me I did well,

Nor do I thee; though I did wish him dead,
Says, that this deed is chronicled in hell. I hate the murderer, love him murdered.
This dead king to the living king I'll bear;-

The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour, Take hence the rest, and give them burial here.

But neither my good word, nor princely favour: (Exeunt. With Cain go wander through the shade of night,

And never show thy head by day nor night.SCENE VI.-Windsor. A room in the castle. Lords, I protest, my soul is full of wo,

Flourish. Enter Bolingbroke, and York, with That blood should sprinkle me, to make me grow: lords and allendants.

Come, mourn with me for what I do lament, Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear And put on sullen black incontinent ;* Is that the rebels have consum'd with fire

I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land, Our town of Cicester in Glostershire;

To wash this blood off from my guilty hand :But whether they be ta’en, or slain, we hear not.

March sadly after; grace my mournings here,

In weeping after this untimely bier. (Exeunt. Enter Northumberland. Welcome, my lord: What is the news ? North. First, to thy sacred state wish I all hap

piness. The next news is, I have to London sent

This play is one of those which Shakspeare has The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent: apparently revised; but as success in works of inThe manner of their taking may appear

vention is not always proportionate to labour, it is At large discoursed in this paper here.

not finished at last with the happy force of some [Presenting a paper.

other of his tragedies, nor can be said much to al

fect the passions, or enlarge the understanding. (1) Jaunting. (2) Immediately.




PERSONS REPRESENTED. King Henry the Fourth.

Poins. Henry, prince of Wales,

, } sons to the king.

Peto. Bardolph.
Earl of Westmoreland, } friends to the king.
Sir Walter Blunt,

Lady Percy, wife to Hotspur, and sister to NorThomas Percy, earl of Worcester.

limer. Henry Percy, earl of Northumberland,

Lady Mortimer, daughter to Glendower, and wife Henry Percy, surnamed Hotspur, his son.

to Moriimer. Edmund Mortimer, earl of March.

Mrs. Quickly, hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap. Scroop, archbishop of York. Archibald, earl of Douglass.

Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, Chamberlain, Owen Glendower.

Drawers, two Carriers, Travellers, and Als Sir Richard Vernon.

tendants. Sir John Falstaff.

Scene, England.


West. My liege, this haste was hot in question,

And many limits of the charge set down SCENE 1.-London. A room in the palace. But yesternight: when, all athwart, there came

Enter King Henry, Westmoreland, Sir Walter A post from Wales, loaden with heavy news; Blunt, and others.

Whose worst was,—that the noble Mortimer,

Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight
King Henry.

Against the irregular and wild Glendower,

Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken, So shaken as we are, so wan with care, And a ihousand of his people butchered: Find we a time for frighted peace to pant,

Upon whose dead corps there was such misuse, And breathe short-winded accents of new broils

Such beastly, shameless transformation, To be commenc'd in stronds' afar remote.

By those Welshwomen done, as may not be, No more the thirsty Erinnys? of this soil

Without much shame, re-told or spoken of. Shall daub her lips with her own children's blood;

K. Hen. It seems then, that the tidings of this No more shall trenehing war channel her fields,

broil Nor bruise her flowrets with the armed hoofs Brake off our business for the Holy Land. Of hostile paces; those opposed eyes,

West. This, match'd with other, did, my gram Which, like the meteors of a troubled heaven,

cious lord ; All of one nature, of one substance bred,

For more uneven and unwelcome news Did lately meet in the intestine shock

Came from the north, and thus it did import. And furious close of civil butchery,

On Holy-rood day," the gallant Hotspur there, Shall now, in mutual, well-beseeming ranks,

Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald, March all'one way; and be no more oppos'd

That ever-valiant and approved Scot, Against acquaintance, kindred, and allies :

At Holmedon met, The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife,

Where they did spend a sad and bloody hour ; No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends, As by discharge of their artillery, As far as to the sepulchre of Christ

And shape of likelihood, the news was told; (Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross

For he that brought them, in the very heat We are impressed and engag'd to fight,).

And pride of their contention did take horse, Forthwith a power of English shall we levy;

Uncertain of the issue any way. Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' wombi

K. Hen. Here is a dear and true-industrious To chase these pagans, in those holy fields,

friend, Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet,

Sir Walter Blunt, new lighted from his horse, Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were naild,

Stain'd' with the variation of each soil For our advantage, on the bitter cross.

Betwixt that Holmedon and this seat of ours; But this our purpose is a twelve-month old,

And he hath brought us smooth and welcome news. And bootlessi 'lis to tell you-we will go;

The earl of Douglass is discomfited ; Therefore we meet not now:-Then let me hear

Ten thousand bold Scots, two and twenty knights, of you, my gentle cousin Westmoreland,

Balk'd in their own blood, did sir Walter see What yesternight our council did decree,

On Holmedon's plains : Os prisoners, Hotspur took In forwarding this dear expedience."

Mordake the earl of Fise, and eldest son (1) Strands, banks of the sea.

(6) Estimates. (7) September 14. (2) The Fury of discord.

(6) Covered with dirt of different colours. (3) Force, army. (4) Needless (5) Expedition. (9) Piled up in a heap.

To beaten Douglas ; and the earls of Athol, Fal. Marry, then, sweet wag, when thou art or Murray, Angus, and Menteith.

king, let not us, that are squires of the night's body, And is noi this an honourable spoil ?

be called thieves of the day's beauty ; let us be A gallant prize ? ha, cousin, is it not ?

Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, min. West. In faith,

ions: of the moon : And let men say, we be men It is a conquest for a prince to boast of.

of good government: being govern'd as the sea is, K. Hen Yea, there thou mak'st me sad, and by our noble and chaste mistress the moon, under mak'st me sin

whose countenance we-steal. In envy that my lord Northumberland

P. Hen. Thou say'st well; and it holds well too: Should be the father of so blest a son:

for the fortune of us, that are the moon's men, A son who is the theme of honour's tongue; doth ebb and flow like the sea; being governed as Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant; the sea is, by the moon. As, for prool, now: A Who is sweet fortune's minion, and her pride : purse of gold most resolutely snatch'd on Monday Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him, night, and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday See riot and dishonour stain the brow

morning ; got with swearing-lay by;* and spent Of my young Harry. O, that it could be prov'd, with crying-bring in :' now, in as low an ebb as That some night-tripping fairy had exchang'd the foot of the ladder; and, by and by, in as high In cradle-clothes our children where they lay, a flow as the ridge of the gallows. And call'd minc-Percy, his-Plantagenet ! Fal. By the Lord, thou say'st true, lad. And is Then would I have his Harry, and he mine. not my hostess of the tavern a most sweet wench? But let him from my thoughis:—What think you, P. Hen. As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of COZ,

the castle. And is not a buff jerkin a most sweet of this young Percy's pride ? the prisoners, robe of durance ? Which he in this adventure hath surpris'd, Fal. How now, how now, mad wag? what, in To his own use he keeps; and sends me word, thy quips, and thy quiddities? what a plague hase I shall have none but Mordake earl of File. I to do with a buff jerkin? West. This is his uncle's teaching, this is Wor- P. Hen. Why, what a pox have I to do with my cester,

hostess of the taveru ? Malevolent to you in all aspects;'

Fal. Well, thou hast called her to a reckoning, Which makes him prunes himself, and bristle up many a time and on. The crest of youth against your dignity.

P. Hon. Did I ever call for thee to pay thy part? K. Hen. But I have sent for him to answer this; Fal. No; I'll give thee thy due, thou hast paid And, for this cause, a while we must neglect all there. Our holy purpose to Jerusalem.

P. Hen. Yea, and elsewhere, so far as my coin Cousin, on Wednesday next our council we would stretch; and, where it would not, I have Will nold at Windsor, so inform the lords : used my credit. But come yourself with speed to us again;

Fal. Yea, and so used it, that were it not here For more is to be said, and to be done,

apparent that thou art heir apparent --But, I Than out of anger can be uttered.

pr’ythee, sweet wag, shall there be gallows standWest. I will, my liege.

(Exeunt. ing in England when thou art king? and resolu

lion thus robbed as it is, with the rusty curb of old SCENE II.-The same. Another room in the father antic the law ? Do not thou, when thou art

palace. Enter Henry Prince of Wales, and king, hang a thief. Falstaff.

P. Hen. No; thou shalt.

Fal. Shall I ?'O rare! By the lord I'll be a brare Fal. Now, Hal, what time of day is it, lad? judge.

P. Hen. Thou art so fat-witted, with drinking P. Hen. Thou judgest false already ; I mean, of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and thou shalt have the hanging of the thieves, and so sleeping upon benches after noon, that thou hast become a rare hangman. forgotten to demand that truly which thou would'st Fal. Well, Hal, well; and in some sort it jumps truly know. What a devil hast thou to do with with my humour, as well as waiting in the court, I the time of the day? unless hours were cups of can tell you. sack, and minutes capons, and clocks the longues P. Hen. For obtaining of suits ? of bawds, and dials the signs of leaping-houses, Fal. Yea, for obtaining of suits : whereof the and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in hangman hath no lean wardrobe. Sblood, I am flame-colour'd taffeta ; I see no reason, why thou as melancholy as a gib' cat, or a lugged bear. should'st be so superfluous to demand the time of P. Hen. Or an old lion; or a lover's lute. the day.

Fal. Yea, or the drone of a Lincolnshire bagpipe.' Fal. Indeed, you come near me, now, Hal: for P. Hen. What sayest thou to a hare, or the we, that take purses, go by the moon and seven melancholy of Moor-ditch ? stars; and not by Phoebus,-he, that wandering Fal. Thou hast the most unsavoury similes; and knight so fair. And, I pray thee, sweet wag, art, indeed, the most comparative, rascalliest,when thou art king, -as, God save thy grace sweet young prince,-But, Hal, I pr’ythee, trouble (majesty, I should say; for grace thou wilt "have me no more with vanity. I would to God, thou none,

and I knew where a commodity of good names P.'Hen. What, none ?

were to be bought: An old lord of the council raFal. No, by my troch ; not so much as will ted me the other day in the street about you, sir ; serve to be prologue to an egg and butter. but I marked him not : and yet he talked very

P. Hen.' Well, how then ? come, roundly, wisely; but I regarded him not: and yet he talked roundly.

wisely, and in the street too. (1) Points. (2) Trim, as birds clean their feathers. (7) Gib cal, should be lib cat, _a Scotch term (3) Favourites." (4) Stand still. (5) More wine. at this day for a gelded cat. (6) The dress of sheriffs' officers.

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true man.

P. Hen. Thou didst well; for wisdom cries out| Fal. Well, may'st thou have the spirit of perin the streets, and no man regards it.

suasion, and he the ears of profiting, that what Ful

. O thou hast damnable iteration :' and art, thou speakest may move, and what he hears may indeed, able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done be believed, that the true prince may (for recreamuch harm upon me, Hal,-God forgive thee for tion sake) prove a false thief; for the poor abuses it! Before I knew thee, Hal, I knew nothing; and of the time want countenance. Farewell : You now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better shall find me in Eastcheap. than one of the wicked. I must give over this lise, P. Hen. Farewell, thou latter spring ! Farewell, and I will give it over ; by the Lord, an I do not, All-hallown summer!'

(Exit Falstaf! I am a villain; I'll be damned for never a king's Poins. Now, my good sweet honey lord, ride son in Christendom.

with us to-morrow; I have a jest to execute, that I P. Hen. Where shall we take a purse to-mor- cannot manage alone. Falstaff

, Bardolph, Peto, row, Jack ?

and Gadshill, shall rob those men that we have alFal. Where thou wilt, lad, I'll make one; an I ready way-laid; yourself, and I, will not be there: do not, call me villain, and battle me.

and when they have the booty, if you and I do not P. Hen. I see a good amendment of life in thee; rob them, cut this head from my shoulders. from praying, to purse-taking.

P. Hen. But how shall we part with them in

setting forth? Enter Poins, at a distance.

Poins. Why, we will set forth before or after Fal. Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no them, and appoint them a place of meeting, wheresin for a man to labour in his vocation. Poins !- in it is at our pleasure to fail; and then will they Now shall we know if Gadshill have set a match. adventure upon the exploit themselves: which O, if men were to be saved by merit, what hole in they shall have no sooner achieved, but we'll set hell were hot enough for him? This is the most upon them. omnipotent villain, that ever cried, Stand, to a P. Hen. Ay, but, 'tis like, that they will know

us, by our horses, by our habits, and by every other P. Hen. Good morrow, Ned.

appointment, to be ourselves. Poins. Good morrow, sweet Hal.-What says Poins. Tut! our horses they shall not see, I'll monsieur Remorse? Whal says sir John Sach- tie them in the wood ; our visors we will change, and-Sugar? Jack, how agrees the devil and thee after we leave them; and, sirrah, I have cases of about thy soul, that thou soldest him on Good-friday buckram for the nonce, lo immask our noted oullast

, for a cup of Madeira, and a cold capon's leg ? ward garments. P. Hen. Sir John stands to his word, the devil P. Hen. But, I doubt, they will be too hard for us. shall have his bargain; for be was never yet a Poins. Well, for two of them, I know them to be breaker of proverbs, he will give the devil his due. as true-bred cowards as ever turned back; and

Poins. Then art thou dumu'd for keeping thy for the third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, word with the devil.

I'll forswear arms. The virtue of this jest will be, P. Plen. Else he had been damned for cozening the incomprehensible lies that this same fat rogue the devil.

will tell us, when we meet at supper: how thirty, Poins. But, my lads, ru; lads, to-morrow morn- at least, he fought with; what wards, what blows, ing, by four o'clock, early at Gadsbill: There are what extremities he endured; and, in the reproor pilgrims going to Canterbury with rich offerings, of this, lies the jest. and traders riding to London with fat purses : 1 P. Hen. Well, I'll go with thee: provide us all have visorgs for you all, you have horses for your things necessary, and meet me to-morrow night in selves; Gadshill lies to-night in Rochester; I have Eastcheap, there I'll sup. Farewell

. bespoke supper to-morrow night in Eastcheap; Poins. Farewell, my lord. (Exit Poins, we may do it as secure as sleep: If you will go, I P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold will stuff your purses full of crowns; if you will The unyok'd humour of your idleness : not, tarry at home, and be hanged.

Yet herein will limitate ihe sun ; Fal. Ihear me, Yedward ; if I tarry at home, and Who doth permit the base contagious clouds go not, I'll hang you for going.

To smother up his beauty from the world,
Poins. You will, chops ?

That, when he please again to be himself,
Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one?

Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, P. Hen. Who, I rob? I a thief? not I, by my By breaking through the soul and ugly mist's faith.

of vapours, that did seem to strangle him. Fal

. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor good If all the year were playing holidays, fellowship in thee, nor thou camest not of the blood To sport would be as tedious as to work ; royal, if ihou darest not stand for ten shillings. But, when they seldom come, they wish'd-for come,

P.'Flen. Well, then, once in my days I'll be a And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. mad-cap.

So, when this loose behaviour I throw off,
Fal. Why, that's well said.

And pay the debt I never promised,
P. Hen. Well, come what will, I'll tarry at home. By how much better than my word I am,

Fal. By the Lord, I'll be a traitor then, when By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; 10
thou art king.

And, like bright metal on a sullen' ground,
P. Hen. I care not.

My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Poins. Sir John, I pr’ythee, leave the prince and Shall show more voodly, and attract more eyes, me alone; I will lay him down such reasons for Than that which hath no foil to set it off. this adventure, that he shall go.

I'll so offend, to make offence a skill:

Redcerning time, when men think least I will. (Ex. (1) Citation of holy texts. (2) Treat me with ignominy.

(7) Fine weather at All-hallown-tide (i, e. All 13) Made an appointment. (4) Honest. Saints, Nov. Ist) is called an Ali-hallown summer. (5) Masks.

(8) Occasion. 6) The value of a coin called real or royal, (9) Consutation. (10) Expectations. (11) Dull.

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