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my friend

If still to love thee with unweary'd constancy,

Enter HORATIO. Through ev'ry season, ev'ry change of life, Hor. Still I must doubt some mystery of Be worth the least return of grateful love,

mischief, Ob, then let my Calista bless this day, Some artifice beneath. Lothario's father! And set it down for happy.

I know him well; he was sagacious, cunning, Cal. Tis the day

Fluent in words, and bold in peaceful counsels, in which my father gave my hand to Altamont; But of a cold, unactive hand in war; As such, I will remember it for ever, Yet, with these coward's virtues, he undid

My unsuspecting, valiant, honest friend. Enter SCIOLTO, Horatio, and LAVINIA.

This son, if fame mistakes not, is more hot, Sci. Let mirth go on, let pleasure know More open and unartful

no pause, But fill up ev'ry minute of this day.

Re-enter LOTHARJO and Rossano. Tis yours, my children, sacred to your loves; Ha! he's here!

Seeing him. The glorious sun bimself for you looks gay; Loth. Damnation! He again! This second He shines for Altamont and for Calista.

time Let there be music, let the master touch To-day he has cross'd me like my evil genius. The sprightly string and softly-breathing flute, Hor. I sought you, sir. Till barmony rouse ev'ry gentle passion; Loth. 'Tis well then I am found. Teach the cold maid to lose her fears in love, Hor. 'Tis well you are. The man who wrongs And the fierce youth to languish at her feet. Begin: er'n age itself is cheer'd with music; To the earth's utmost verge I would pursue, It wakes a glad remembrance of our youth, No place, though e'er so holy, should protect him; Calls back past joys, and warms us into transport. No shape that artful fear c'er form’d should


hide him, Take care my gates be open, bid all welcome; Till he fair answer made, and did me justice. All who rejoice with me to-day are friends : Loth. Ha! dost thou know me? that I am Let each indulge his genius, each be glad,

Lothario? Jocund, and free, and swell the feast with mirth; As great a name as this proud city boasts of. The sprightly bowl shall cheerfully go round, Who is this mighty man, then, this Horatio, None shall be grave, nor too severely wise; That I should basely hide me from his anger, Losses and disappointments, cares and poverty, Lest he should chide me for his friend's disThe rich man's insolence, and great man's scorn,

pleasure ? In wine shall be forgotten all. To-morrow Hor. The brave, 'tis true, do never shun Will be too soon to think and to be wretched,

the light; Oh grant, ye pow'rs, that I may see these happy, Just are their thoughts, and open are their (Pointing to Allamont and Calista.

tempers, Completely blest, and I have life enough! Still are they found in the fair face of day, And leave the rest indifferently to fate. [È.xeunt. And heav'n and men are judges of their actions. Hor. What if, while all are here intent on Loth. Such let 'em bé of mine; there's not revelling,

a purpose privately went forth, and sought Lothario ? Which my soul e'er fram'd, or my hand acted, This letter may be forg'd! perhaps the wantonness But I could well have bid the world look on, Of his vain youth, to stain a lady's fame; And what I once durst do, have dar'd to justisy. Perhaps bis malice to disturb my friend. Hor. Where was this open boldness, this free Oh, no! my heart forebodes it must be true.

spirit, Metbought, er'n now, I mark'd the starts of guilt When but this very morning I surpris'd thec, , That shook her soul; though damn'd dissimulation In base, dishonest privacy, consulting, Screen'd ber dark thoughts, and set to public view And bribing, a poor mercenary wretch, A specious face of innocence and beauty. To sell her lady's secrets, stain her honour, With such smooth looks and many a gentle word, And, with a forg'd contrivance, blast her virtue? The first fair she beguild her easy lord; At sight of me thou fled'st. Too blind with love and beauty to beware, Loih. Ha! fled from thee? He fell unthinking in the fatal snare;

Hor. Thou fled'st, and guilt was on thee like · Not could believe that such a heav'nly face

a thief, Had bargain'd with the devil, to, damn ber A pilferer, descry'd in some dark corner,

wretched race. [Exit. Who there had lodg'd, with mischievous intent, Sanell.— The Garden of Sciolto's Palace. And do a midnight murder on the sleepers.

To rob and ravage at the hour of rest,
Enter LOTHARJO and Rossano.

Loth. Slave! villain!
Lath. To tell thee then the purport of

[Offers to draw; Rossano holds him. thoughts;

Ros. Hold, my lord! think where you are, The loss of this fond paper would not give me Think how unsafe and hurtful to your honour A moment of disquiet, were it not

It were to urge a quarrel in this place, My instrument of vengeance on this Altamont; And shock the peaceful city with a broil. Therefore I mean to wait some opportunity Loth. Then, "since thou dost provoke my Of speaking with the maid we saw this morning.

vengeance, know Ros. I wish you, sir, to think upon the danger I would not, for this city's wealth, for all Olbeing seen; to-day their friends are round'em; Which the sea wafts to our Ligurian shore, And any eye that lights by chance on you, But that the joys I reap'd with that fond wanton, Shall put your life and safety to the hazard. The wife of Altamont, should be as public

[Exeunt. As is the noon-day sun, air, earth, or water,


Or any common benefit of nature.

Yet scorn to ask the lordly owner's leave. Think'st thou I meant the shame should be Hor. What liberty has vain presumptuous conceal'd ?

youth, Oh, no! by hell and vengeance, all I wanted That thou shouldst dare provoke me unchastis'd? Was some fit messenger to bear the news But henceforth, boy, I warn thee, shun my walks. To the dull doating husband: now I have found If in the bounds of this forbidden place him,

Again thou'rt found, expect a punishment, And thou art he.

Such as great souls, impatient of an injury, Hor. I hold thee base enough

Exact from those who wrong 'em much, ev'n To break through law, and spurn at sacred order,

death; And do a brutal injury like this.

Or something worse : an injur'd husband's Yet mark me well, young lord; I think Calista

vengeance Too nice, too noble, and too great of soul, Shall print a thousand wounds, tear thy fine form, To be the prey of such a thing as thou art. And scatter thee to all the winds of heav'n. 'Twas base and poor, unworthy of a man, Loth. Is then my way in Genoa prescrib'd To forge a scroll so villanous and loose, By a dependent on the wretched Aliamont, And mark it with a noble lady's name: A talking sir, that brawls for him in taverns, These are the mean dishonest arts of cowards, And vouches for his valour's reputation ? Who, bred at home in idleness and riot, Hor. Away! thy speech is fouler than thy Ransack for mistresses th' unwholesome stews,

manners. And never know the worth of virtuous love. Loth. Or, if there be a name more vile, bis Loth. Think'st thou I forg’d the letter? Think

parasite; so still,

A beggar's parasite! Till the broad shame come staring in thy face, Hor. Now learn humanity, And boys shall hoot the cuckold as he passes. [Offers to strike him; Rossano interposes.

Hor. Away! no woman could descend so low: Since brutes and boys are only taught with blows. A skipping, dancing, worthless tribe you are; Loth. Damnation !

[They dram. Fit only for yourselves, you herd together;. Ross. Hold, this goes no further here. And when the circling glass warms your vain Loth. Oh, Rossano! hearts,

Or give me way, or thou'rt no more my friend. You talk of beauties that you never saw, Ros. Sciolto's servants, sir, bave ta'en th' And fancy raptures that you never knew.

alarm; Loth. But that I do not hold it worth my leisure, You'll be oppress'd by numbers. Be advis'd, I could produce such damning proof - Or I must force you hence. Hor. 'Tis false!

Loth. This wo'not brook delay; You blast the fair with lies, because they scorn West of the town a mile, among the rocks, you,

Two hours ere noon, to-morrow, I expect thee, Ilate you like age, liké ugliness and impotence: Thy single hand to mine. Rather than make you blest, they would die Hor. I'll meet thee there. virgins,

Loth. To-morrow, oh, my better stars! toAnd stop the propagation of mankind.

Loth. It is the curse of fools to be secure, Exert your influence; shine strongly for me ; And that be thine and Altamont's Dream on; 'Tis not a common conquest I would gain, Nor think upon my vengeance till thou feel'st it. Since love as well as arms must grace my triumph. Hor. Hold, sir; another word, and then

[Ereunt Lothario and Rossano. farewell.

Hor. Two hours ere noon to-morrow! ba! Though I think greatly of Calista's virtue,

ere that And hold it far beyond thy power to hurt ; He sees Calista! Oh, unthinking foolYet, as she shares ihe honour of my Altamont, What if I urg'd her with the crime and danger? That treasure of soldier, bought with blood, If any spark from heav'n remain unquench'd And kept at life's expense, I must not have Within her breast, my breath perhaps may (Mark me, young sir) her very name profan'd.

wake it. Learn to restrain the licence of your' speech; Could I but prosper there, I would not doubt 'Tis held you are too lavish. When you are met My combat with that loud vain-glorious boaster. Among your set of fools, talk of your dress, Were you, ye fair, but cautious whom ye trust, Of dice, of whores, of horses, and yourselves; Did you but think how seldom fools are just. 'Tis safer, and becomes your understandings. So many of your sex would not in vain Loth, What if we pass beyond this solemn of broken rows, and faithless men, complain order,

Of all the various wretches love has made, And, in defiance of the stern Horatio, How few have been by men of sense betray'ı Indulge our gayer thoughts, let laughter loose, Convinc'd by reason, they your pow'r confess,

1 And use his sacred friendship for our mirth? Pleas'd to be happy, as you're pleas'd to bless,

Hor. 'Tis well, sir, you are pleasant- And, conscious of your worth, can never lose ! Loth. By the joys

(Er Which my soul yet has uncontrol'd pursu'd, I would not turn aside from my least pleasure,

ACT m. Though all thy force were arm'd to bar my way; Scexel.–An Apartment in Sciotto's Palue: But like the birds, great nature's happy commoners,

Enter Sciolto and CALISTA. That baunt in woods, in meads, and flow'ry Sci. Now, by my life, my honour, 'tis to gardens,

much! Rifle the sweets and taste the choicest fruits, Have I not mark'd ibee, wayward as


you less.


the same,

Perverse and sullen all this day of joy? Hor. Are you not one? Are you not join'd When every heart was cheer'd and mirth

by heav'n, went round,

Each interwoven with the other's fate? Sorrow, displeasure, and repining anguish Then who can give his friendship but to one? Sal on thy brow.

Who can be Altamont's and not Calista's ?. Cal. Is then the task of duty balf perform’d? Cal. Force, and the wills of our imperious Has not your daughter given herself to Altamont,

rulers, Vielded the native freedom of her will May bind two bodies in one wretched chain; To an imperious husband's lordly rule, But minds will still look back to their own choice. To grauis a father's stern command ?

Hor. When souls that should agree to will Sci. Dost thou complain? Cal. For pity do not frown then,

To have one common object for their wishes, If in despite of all my vowd obedience, Look different ways, regardless of each other, A sigh breaks out, or a tear falls by chance: Think what a train of wretchedness ensues: For, ob! thal sorrow which bas drawn your Love shall be banish'd from the genial bed, anger,

The night shall all be lonely and unquiet, Is the sad native of Calista's breast.

And ev'ry day shall be a day of cares. Sci Now by the sacred dust of that dear saint Cal. Then all the boasted office of thy Ttat was thv mother; by her wondrous goodness,

friendship, Her soft, ber tender, most complying sweetness, Was but to tell Calista what a wretch she is. I swear, some sullen thought that shuns the light, Alas! what needeth that? Lurks underneath that sadness in thy visage. Hor. Oh! rather say, But mark me well, though by yon 'heaven II came to tell her how she might be happy; love thee

To sooth the secret anguish of her soul; As much, I think, as a fond parent can;

To comfort that fair mourner, that forlorn one, Yet shouldst thou (which the pow'rs above forbid) And teach her steps to know ihe paths of peace. Eer stain the bonour of thy name with infamy, Cal. Say, thou, to whom this paradise is Ti cast thee off, as one whose impious hands

known, Lad rent asunder nature's nearest ties,

Where lies the blissful region ? Mark my way Which once divided, never join again.

to it; To-dar sve made a noble youth thy husband; For, oh!

'tis sure, I long to be at rest

. Consider well his worth; reward his love; Hor. Then -- to be good is to be happyBe willing to be happy, and thou art so.


[Exit. Are happier than mankind, because they're Cal low hard is the condition of our sex,

beller. Torough ev'ry state of life the slaves of man Guilt is the source of sorrow; 'tis the fiend, lo all the dear delightful days of youth Th' avenging fiend, that follows us behind I rigid father dictates to our wills,

With whips and stings. The blest know none Aed deals out pleasure with a scanty hand. To bis, the tyrant husband's reign succeeds; But rest in everlasting, peace of mind, Proud with opinion of superior reason,

And find the height of all their heav'n is goodness. He bolds domestic bus'ness and devotion Cal. And what bold parasite's officious tongue %) we are capable to know, and shuts us, Shall dare to tax Calista's name with guilt? Lke cloister'd idiols, from the world's ac- Hor. None should; but 'tis à busy, talking quaintance,

world, And all the joys of freedom. Wherefore are we That with licentious breath blows like the wind, in with high souls, but to assert ourselves, As freely on the palace as the cottage. Site off this vile obedience they exact, Col. What mystic riddle lurks beneath thy 4. claim an equal empire o'er the world ?

[She sits down. Which thou wouldst seem unwilling to express,

As if it meant dishonour to my virtue ?

Away with this ambiguous shuffling phrase, Hyr. She's here! yet, oh! my tongue is at a loss. And let thy oracle be understood. ob me, some pow'r, that happy art of speech, Hor. Lothario! dress my purpose up in gracious words;

Cal. Ha! what wouldst thou mean by binn? such as may softly steal upon her soul, Hor. Lothario and Calista! – Thus they join 14 Deser wahen the tempestuous passions. Two names, which heav'n decreed should never !!! Las'u she weeps !--Forgive me, fair Calista,

[She starts up. Hence have the talkers of this populous city . presume on privilege of friendship; A shameful tale to tell, for vublic sport, > Wsty grief io yours, and mourn the evils of an unhappy beauty, a false fair one, w kurt your peace, and quench those eyes Who plighted to a noble youth her faith, in lears.

When she bad giv’n her bonour to a wretch. Cal To steal unlook'd for, on my private Cal. Death and confusion! Have I liv'd to this? sorrow,

Thus to be treated with unmanly insolence ! eaks not the man of honour, nor the friend, To be the sport of a loose russian's tongue ! " rather means the spy.

Thus to be us'd! thus! like the vilest creature Hor. Cnkindly said !

That ever was a slave to vice and infamy: .as sure as you accuse me falsely, Hor. By honour and fair truth, you wrong up to prove myself Calista's friend.

me much; 1. Hou are my Inshand's friend, the friend For, on my soul, nothing but strong necessity of Altamou!!

Could urge my tongue to this ungrateful office.

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I came with strong reluctance, as if death Alt. My friend!
Had stood across my way to save your honour, Could he do this? Have I not found him just,
Yours and Sciolto's, yours and Altamont's; Honest as truth itself? and could he break
Like one who ventures through a burning pile, The sanctity of friendship? Could he wound
To save his tender wife, with all her brood The heart of Altamont in his Calista?
or little fondlings, from the dreadful ruin. Cal. I thought what justice I should find
Cal. Is this the famous friend of Altamont,

from thee!
For noble worth and deeds of arms renown'd? Go fawn upon him, listen to his tale,
Is this the tale-bearing officious fellow, Thou art perhaps confederate in his mischief

, That watches for intelligence from eyes; And wilt believe the legend, if he tells it. This wretched Argus of a jealous husband, Alt. Oh, impious! what presumptuous wretch That fills his easy ears with monstrous tales,

shall dare And makes him toss, and rave, and wreak To offer at an injury like that? at length

Priesthood, nor age, nor cowardice itself, Bloody revenge on his defenceless wife, Shall save him froni the fury of my vengeance. Who guiltless dies, because her fool ran mad? Cal. The man who dar'd io do it was Horatio;

Hor. Alas! this rage is vain; for if your fame Thy darling friend; 'twas Altamont's Horatio. Or peace be worth your care, you must be calm, But mark me well; while thy divided heart, And listen to the means are left to save 'em. Dotes on a villain that has wrong'd me thus, 'Tis now the lucky minute of your fate. No force sball drag me to thy hated bed. By me your genius speaks, by me it warns you, Nor can my cruel father's pow'r do more Never to see that curs'd Lothario more; Than shut me in a cloister: there, well pleas'd, Unless you mean to be despis’d, be sbunnd Religious hardships will I learn to bear, By all our virtuous maids and noble matrons; To fast and freeze at midnight hours of pray': Unless you have devoted this rare beauty Nor think it hard, within a lonely cell, To infamy, diseases, prostitution

With melancholy, speechless saints to dwell; Cal. Dishonour blast thee, base, unmanner'a But bless the day I to that refuge ran, slave!

Free from the marriage chain, and from that That darst forget my birth, and sacred sex, ;

tyrant, man.


. And shock me with the rude, unhallow'd sound! Alt. She's gone; and as she went, ten thouHor. Here kneel, and in the awful face of

sand fires heav'n

Shot from her angry eyes; as if she meant Breathe out a solemn vow, never to see, Too well to keep the cruel vow she made. Nor think, if possible, on him that ruin'd thee; Now, as thou art a man, Horatio, tell me, Or, by my Altamont's dear life, I swear, What means this wild confusion in thy looks; This paper; nay, you must not fly - This paper, As if thou wert at variance with tbyself

, [Holding her. Madness and reason combating with thee, This guilty paper shall divulge your shame. And thou wert doubtful which should get the Cal. What mean'st thou bý that paper ?

better? What contrivance

Hor. I would be dumb for ever; but thy fale Hast thou been forging to deceive my father; Has otherwise decreed it. Thou hast seen To turn his heart against his wretched daughter; That idol of thy soul, that fair Calista; That Altamont and thou may sbare his wealth? Thou hast bebeld her tears. A wrong like this will make me ev'n forget Alt. I have seen ber weep; The weakness of my sex,-Oh, for a sword, I have seen that lovely one, that dear Calista, To urge my vengeance on the villain's hand Complaining, in the bitterness of sorrow, That forg'd the scroll!

That' thou, my friend Horatio, thou hast Hor. Behold! Can this be forg'd?

wrong'd her. See where Calista's name

Hor. That I have wrongd her! Had ber [Showing the Letter near.

eyes been fed Col. To atoms thus,

[Tearing it. From that rich stream which warms ber heart, Thus lel me tear the vile, detested falsehood,

and number'd The wicked, lying evidence of shame. For ev'ry falling tear a drop of blood, Hor. Confusion !

It had not been loo much; for she has ruin's Cal. Henceforth, thou officious fool,

thee, Meddle no more, nor dare, ev'n on thy life, Ev'n thee, my Altamont. She has undone thee To breathe an accent that may touch

Alt Dost thou join ruin with Calista's name I am myself the guardian of my honour, What is so fair, so exquisitely good ? And will not bear so insolent a monitor. Is she not more than painting can express,

Or youthful poets fancy, when they love? Enter ALTAMONT.

Does she not come, like wisdom, or good fortune All . Where is my life, my love, my charm- Replete with blessings, giving wealth an ing bride,

honour? Joy of my heart, and pleasure of my eyes? Hor. It had been better thou hadst liv'd Disorder'd !-and in tears!-Horatio too! My friend is in amaze – What can it mean? And fed on scraps at great men's surly doc Tell me, Calista, wbo has done thee wrong, Than to have match'd with one so false, so la That my swift sword may

find out the offender, Alt. It is too much for friendship to allow And do thee ample justice.

Because I tamely bore the wrong ihon didst i Cal. Turn to him.

Thou dost arow the barb'rous, brutal part All. lloratio!

And urge the injury er'n to my face. Cal. To that insolent.

Hor. I see she has got possession of thy he

my virtue.


She has charm'd thee, like a siren, to her bed, Oh, turn your cruel swords upon Lavinia. With looks of love, and with enchanting sounds: If you must quench your impious rage in blood, Too late the rocks and quicksands will appear, Behold, my heart shall give you all her store, When thou art wreck'd upon the faithless shore, To save those dearer streams that flow from Then sainly wish thou hadst not left thy friend,

yours. To follow ber delusion.

Alt. 'Tis well thou hast found a safeguard ; Alt. If the friendship

none but this, Does churlishly deny my love a room, No pow'r on earth, could save thee from my fury. It is not worth my keeping; I disclaim it. Hor. Safety from thee! Hor. Canst thou so soon forget what I've Away, vain boy! Hast thou forgot the rev'rence been to thee?

Due to my arm, thy first, thy great example, I shard the task of nature with thy father, Which pointed out thy way to noble daring, And form'd with care thy unexperienc'd youth and show'd thee what it was to be a man? To virtue and to arms.

Lav. What busy, meddling fiend, what foe Tbr noble father, oh, thou light young man!

to goodness, Would be bave us'd me thus? One fortune Could kindle such a discord ? fed us;

Hor. Ask'st thou what made us foes? 'Twas For his was ever mine, mine his, and both

base ingratitude, Together flourishd, and together fell. 'Twas such a sin to friendship, as heav'n's mercy, He cald me friend, like thee: would he have That strives with man's untoward, monstrous left me

wickedness, Thus for a woman, and a vile one, too? Unwearied with forgiving, scarce could pardon. Al. Thou canst not, darst not mean it! He who was all to me, child, brother, friend, Speak again,

With barb'rous, bloody malice, sought my life. Sas, who is vile; but dare not name Calista. Alt. Thou art my sister, and I would not Hor. I bad not spoke at first, unless compellid,

make thee And fore'd to clear myself; but since thus urg'd The lonely mourner of a widow'd bed; I must arow, I do not know a viler. Therefore thy husband's life is safe: but warn him, All. Thou wert my father's friend; he lov'd No more to know this hospitable roof. thee well;

He has but ill repaid Sciolto's bounty. kind of regerable mark of him

We must not meet; 'tis dangerous. Farewell. Rangs round thee, and protects thee from my

[He is going, Lavinia holds him. vengeance.

Lav. Stay, Altamont, my brother, stay; I cannot, dare not lift my sword against thee, Alt. It cannot, sha'not be — you must not But beaceforth never let me see thee more. Lav. Look kindly, then. [bold me.

[Going out Alt. Each minule that I stay, Hor. I love thee still, ungrateful as thou art, Is a new injury to fair Calista. And most and will preserve thee from dishonour, From tby false friendship, to her arms I'll fly; Evo in despite of thee. [Holds him. Then own, the joys which on her charms attend, Alt. Let go my arm.

Have more than paid me for my faithless friend. Har. Ishonour bethy care, if thou wouldst live

[Breaks from Lavinia, and exit. Without the name of credulous, wittol husband, Hor. Oh, raise thee, my Lavinia, from the earth. Aroid iby bride, shun her detested bed, It is too much; tbis tide of flowing grief, ile joss it yields are dash'd with poison This wondrous waste of tears, too much to give fit Off!

To an ungrateful friend, and cruel brother. To urge me but a minute more is fatal. Lav. Is there not cause for weeping? Oh, Hor. She is polluted, staind

Horatio! All Madness and raging!

A brother and a husband were my treasure, Bat bence

'Twas all the little wealth that poor Lavinia Hor. Dishonour'd by the man you hate - Sav'd from the shipwreck of her father's fortunes.

AIL I prythee loose me yet, for thy own sake, One half is lost already. If thou leav'st me, 6 lite be worth thy keeping

If thou shouldst prove unkind to me, as AlHor. Bx Lothario.

tamont, Alt Perdition take thee, villain, for the false- Whom shall I find to pity my distress,

hood! [Strikes him. To bave compassion on a helpless wanderer, Se, sołbing but thy life can make atonement. And give ber where to lay her wretched head? Har. A blow! thou hast us'd me well - Hor. Why dost thou wound me with thy


soft complainings? All This to thy heart

Though Altamont be false, and use me bardly, Hz. Yet bold-By hear'n his father's in his Yet think not I impute his crimes to thee. face!

Talk not of being forsaken; for I'll keep thee Tree of my wrongs, my heart runs o'er with Next to my heart, my certain pledge of happiness. tenderness,

Lav. Then you will love me still, cherish I could rather die myself than hurt him.

me ever, fiz Defend thyself; for by much-wrong'd love, And bide me from misfortune in your bosom? wear, the poor evasion shall not save thee. Hor. But for the love I owe the good Sciollo, Hor. let bold-thou know'st I dare. Froin Genoa, from falsehood and inconstancy,

[They fight. To some more honest, distant clime I'd go.

Nor would I be beholden to my country, LAVINIA, who runs between their For aught but thee, the partner of my flight. Swords.

Lav. And I would follow thee; forsake, for thce, Loe. Hy brother, my Horatio! Is it possible? My country, brother, friends, ev'n all I have

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