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Per. As of a most virtuous princess.

Made louder by the o'er-fed breast Sim. And she is fair too, is she not?

Of this most pompous marriage-feast. Per. As a fair day in summer; wondrous fair. The cat, with eyne of burning coal, Sim. My daughter, Sir, thinks very well of Now couches 'fore the mouse's hole: you;

And crickets sing at th' oren's month,
Ay, so well, Sir, that you must be her master, As the blither for their drouth.
And she'll your scholar be; therefore look to it. Hymen hath brought the bride to bed,

Per. Unworthy I to be her schoolmaster. Where, by the loss of maidenhead,
Sim. She thinks not so; peruse this writing

A babé is moulded ;-Be attent,
else.

And time that is so briefly spent, Per. What's here!

With your fine fancies quaintly eche;" A letter, that she loves the knight of Tyre? What's dumb in show, I'll plain with "Tis the king's subtilty, to have my life. ( Aside.

speech. 0, seek not to intrap, my gracious lord,

Dumb show. A stranger and distressed gentleman, That never aim'd so high, to love your daughter, Enter. PERICLES and SIMONIDES at ore door, But bent all offices to honour her.

with Attendants; a Messenger meets them, Sim. Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter, and

kneels, and gives PERICLES a letter. PERI: thou art

CLES shows it to SIMONIDES; the Lords buat A villain,

to the former. Then enter THAISA with child, Per. By the gods, I have not, Sir.

and LYCHORIDA. SIMONIDES shows his daughNever did thought of mine levy offence;

ter the letter; she rejoices: she and PERICLES Nor never did my actions yet commence

take leave of her father, and depart. The A deed might gain her love, or your dis

SIMONIDES, &c. retire. pleasure.

Gow. By many a dearnt and painful Sim. Traitor, thou liest.

Of Pericles the careful search percht Per. Traitor!

By the four opposing coignes, Sim. Ay, traitor, Sir.

Which the world together joins, Per. Even in his throat, (unless it be the king,) Is made, with all due diligence, That calls me traitor, I return the lie.

That horse, and sail, and high expense, Sim. Now, by the gods, I do applaud bis Can stead the quest.ll At last from Tyre courage.

[Aside. (Fame answering the most strong inquire,) Per. My actions are as noble as my thoughts, To the court of king Simonides That never relish'd of a base descent.

Are letters brought; the tenour these : I carne unto your court, for honour's cause,

Antiochus and his daughter's dead; Aud not to be a rebel to her state;

The men of Tyrus, on the head And he that otberwise accounts of me,

Of Helicanus would set on This sword shall prove he's honour's enemy.

The crown of Tyre, but he will none: Sim. No!

The mutiny there he hastes t'appease; Here comes my daughter, she can witness it. Says to them, If king Pericles Enter THAISA.

Come not, in twice six moons, home,

He obedient to their doom, Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair,

Will take the crown. The sum of this, Resolve your angry father, if my tongue

Brought hither to Pentapolis,
Did e'er solicit, or my hand subscribe

Y-ravished the regions round,
To any syllable that inade love to you?
Thui. Why, Sir, say if you had,

And every one with claps 'gan sound,

Our heir appurent is a king : Who takes offence at that would make me glad?

Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing? Sim. Yea, mistress, are you so peremptory?

Brief, he must lience depart to Tyre: I am glad of it with all my heart. [Aside.) I'll

His queen, with child, makes her desire

(Which who shall cross ?) along to go; I'll bring you in subjection.

Omit we all their dole and woe ;)
Will you, not having my consent, bestow
Your love and your affections on a stranger?

Lychorida, her nurse, she takes,

And so to sea. Their vessel shakes (Who, for ought I know to the contrary,

On Neptune's billow; half the flood Or think, may be as great in blood as-I.) (.Aside. Hath their keel cut; but fortune's mood Hear therefore, mistress ; frame your will to

Varies again ; the grizzled north mine,

[me,

Disgorges such a tempest forth,
And you, Sir, hear you.-Either be ruld by
Or I will make you-man and wife.- [too.-

That, as a duck for life that dives,
Nay, come; your hands and lips must seal it

So up and down the poor ship drives.

The lady shrieks, and, well-a-near
And being join'd, I'll thus your hopes destroy; Doth fall in travail with ber fear :
And for a further grief,—God give you joy!

And what ensues in this fell storm,
What, are you both pleas'd ?
Thai. Yes, if you love me, Sir.

Shall, for itself, itself perform.

I nillit relate; action may
Per. Even as my life, my blood that fosters it.

Conveniently the rest convey :
Sim. What, are you both agreed ?
Both. Yes, 'please your majesty.

Which might not what by me is tola.
Sim. It pleaseth me so well, I'll see you wed;

In your imagination hold Chen, with what haste you can, get you to bed.

This stage, ihe ship, upon whose deck

The sea-tost prince appears to speak. [Erit.

(Exeunt. ACT III.

SCENE 1.- Enter PERICLES, on a ship at sea. Enter GOWBR.

Per. Thou God of this great vast,:: rebuk

these surges, Gow. Now sleep yslaked* hath the rout; No din but snores, the house about,

* Eke out. + Lonely. A measure. 1 Corneta || Help, or assist the search. Disposition.

** An exclamation equivalent to " Well-a-tay." * Quenched.

At I shall not.

11 This wide expanse.

tame you;

Which wash both heaven and hell; and thou, Per. A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my that hast

dear, Upon the winds command, bind them in brass, No light, no fire: the unfriendly elements Having call’d them from the deep! O still thy Forgot thee utterly ; nor have I time deaf'ning,

(nimble, To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight Thy dreadful thunders; gently quench thy Must cast thee, si arcely coffin'd, in the ooze ; Sulphureous flashes !-O how, Lychorida, Where, for a monument upon thy bones, How does my queeu ?-Thou storm, thou! veno- And aye-remaining* lamps, the belching mously*

[tle
whale,

(corpse, Wilt thou spit all thyself!—The seaman's whis. And humming water must o'erwhelm thy Is as a whisper in the ears of death,

Lying with simple shells. Lychorida, Unheard.-Lychorida! Lucina,t O

Bid Nestor bring me spices, ink, and paper, Divipest patroness, and midwife, gentle My casket and my jewels; and bid Nicander To those that cry by night, convey thy deity, Bring me the satin coffer: lay the babe Aboard our dancing boat; make swift the Upon the pillow; hie thee, whiles I say pangs

A priestly farewell to her: suddenly, woman. Of my queen's travails !-Now, Lychorida

[Exit LYCHORIDA.

2 Sail. Sir, we have a chest beneath the Enter LYCHORIDA, with an Infant.

hatches, caulk'd and bitumed ready. Lyc. Here is a thing

Per. I thank thee. Mariner, say, what coast Too young for such a place, who if it had

is this? Conceitt would die as I am like to do.

2 Sail. We are near Tharsus. Take in your arms this piece of your dead Per. Thither, gentle mariner, queen.

Alter thy course for Tyre. When canst thou Per. How! how, Lychorida!

reach it? Lyc. Patience, good Sir; do not assist the 2 Sail. By break of day, if the wind cease. storm.

Per. O make for Tharsus. Here's all that is left living of your queen,

There will I visit Cleon, for the babe A little daughter; for the sake of it,

Cannot hold out to Tyrus; there I'll leave it Be manly, and take comfort.

At careful nursing. Go thy ways, good mariPer. O you gods!

I'll bring the body presently.

(per; Why do you make us love your goodly gifts,

(Exeunt. And snatch them straight away? We, here below,

SCENE II.--Ephesus.- A Room in Cerimon's

House.
Recall not what we give, and therein may
Vie honours with yourselves.

Enter CERIMON, a SERVANT, and some persons Lyc. Patience, good Sir,

who have been shipwrecked. Even for this charge.

Cer. Philemon, ho!
Per. Now, mild may be thy life!
For a more blust'rous birth had never babe:

Enter PHILEMON.
Quiet and gentle thy conditions !

Phil. Doth my lord call ? For thou’rt the rudeliest welcom'd to this world, Cer. Get fire and meat for these poor men; That e'er was prince's child. Happy what fol. It has been a turbulent and stormy night. Thou hast as chiding|| a nativity, [lows !

Serv. I have been in many; but such a night As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can Till now, I ne'er endur’d.

(as this, make,

[first, Cer. Your master will be dead ere you re. To herald thee from the womb: even at the Thy loss is more than can thy portage quit, With all thou canst find here.- Now the good that can recover him. Give this to the 'pothe

There's nothing can be minister'd to nature, 'Throw their best eyes upon it! (gods And tell me how it works.

(cary, Enter tuo SAILORS.

(To PHILEMON.

[Exeunt PHILEMON, SERVANT, and those 1 Sail. What courage, Sir? God save you.

who had been shipwrecked. Per. Courage enough: I do not fear the flaw;

[love

Enter two GENTLEMEN. It hath done to me the worst. Yet, for the

i Gent. Good morrow, Sir. Of this poor infant, this fresh-new sea-farer,

2 Gent. Good morrow to your lordship. I would, it would be quiet.

Cer. Gentlemen, 1 Sail Slack the bolinst there; thou wilt Why do you stir so early ? not, wilt thou? Blow, and split thyself.

i Gent. Sir, 2 Sait. But sea-room, an the brine and cloudy Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea, billow kiss the moon, I care not.

Shook, as the earth did quake; 1 Sail

. Sir, your queen must overboard; the The very principalst did seem to rend, sea works high, the wind is loud, and will not And all to topple;t pure surprise and fear lie, till the ship be cleared of the dead.

Made me to quit the house. Per. That's your superstition. i Sail. Pardon us, Sir; with us at sea it still "Tis nut our husbandry.

2 Gent. That is the cause we trouble you so hath been observed; and we are strong in ear

(early;

Cer. 0, you say well. nest. Therefore briefly yield her; for she must overboard straight.

I Gent. But I much marvel that your lordPer. Be it as you think meet.-Most wretch- Rich tire about you, should at these early

ship, having

(hoors ed queen!

Shake off the golden slumber of repose. Lyc. Here she lies, Sir.

It is most strange, Maliciously.

+ The goddess of child-bearing. 1 Thought

Contend with you in honour. * Ever-burning. + The principals are the strongest # As noisy a one. Than thy entrance into life can requite. rafters in the roof of a building. ** Blast

# Boulines, ropes of the sails | $1.e. Economical prudence, early rising. | Attire.

turn;

1 Tumble.

even

Nature should be so conversant with pain, | Fetch hither all the boxes in my closet.
Being thereto not compellid.

Death may usurp on nature many hours,
Cer. I held it ever,

And yet the fire of life kindle again Virtue and cunning* were endowments greater The overpressed spirits. I have heard Than nobleness and riches: careless heirs Of an Egyptian, had nine hours lien dead, May the two latter darken and expend; By good appliance was recovered. But immortality attends the former,

Enter a SERVANT, with boxes, napkins, and fire. Making a man a god. "Tis known, I ever Have studied physic, through which secret art, Well said, well said ; the fire and the cloths.By turning o'er authorities, I have

The rough and woful music that we have,

Cause it to sound, 'beseech you. (Together with my practice,) made familiar To me and to my aid, the blest infusions

The vial once more ;-How thou stirr'st, thou That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones;

block !And I can speak of the disturbances

The music there.—I pray you, give her air :That nature works, and of her cures; which This queen will live: nature awakes; a warmth

Gentlemen, gives me A more content in course of true delight

Breathes out of her; she hath not been enThan to be thirsty after tottering honour,

tranc'd Or tie my treasure up in silken bags,

Above five hours. See, how she 'gins to blos

Into life's flower again! To please the fool and death. 2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus Through you, increase our wonder, and set up

1 Gent. The heavens, Sir,
pour'd forth

Your fame for ever.
Your charity, and hundreds call themselves
Your creatures, who by you have been restor'd:

Cer. She's alive; behold,
And not your knowledge, personal pain, but Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels

Which Pericles hath lost, Your purse, still open, hath built lord Cerimon Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;

The diamonds of a most praised water Such strong renown as time shall never

Appear, to make the world twice rich. O live, Enter two Servants with a chest. And make us weep to hear your fate, fair Sery. So; lift there.

creature, Cer. What is that?

Rare as you seem to be!

[She more Serr. Sir, even now

Thai. () dear Diana, Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest;

Where am I? Where's my lord? What world 'Tis of some wreck.

is this? Cer. Sett down, let's look on it.

2 Gent. Is not this strange? 2 Gent. "Tis like a coffin, Sir.

1 Gent. Most rare. Cer. Whate'er it be,

Cer. Hush, gentle neighbours ; 'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight; Lend me your hands: to the next chamber If the sea's stomach be o'ercharg'd with gold,

bear her. It is a good constraint of fortune, that

Get linen; now this matter must be look'd to, It belches upon us.

For her relapse is mortal. Come, come, corbe; 2 Gent. 'l'is so, my lord.

And Æsculapius guide us! Cer. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitum'd!

[Exeunt carrying Thaisa away. Did the sea cast it up?

SCENE INI.-Tharsus.- A Room in Cleon's Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, Sir,

House.
As toss'd it upon shore.
Cer. Come, wrench it open; (sense.

Enter Pericles, Cleon, DIONYZA, LYCHOSoft, soft!-it smells most sweetly in my

RIDA, and MARINA. 2 Gent. A delicate odour.

Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be Cer. As ever hit my nostril; so,-up with it.

gone;

(stands O you most potent god! what's bere? a corse! My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus i Gent. Most strange!

In a litigious peace. You, and your lady, Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state ; balm’d and Take from my heart all thankfulness! The entreasur'd Make up the rest upon you!

(gods With bags of spices sull! A passport too! Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they Apollo, perfect me i'the characters!

hurt you mortally, [Unfolds a scroll. Yet glance full wand'ringly on us. Here I gire to understand, (Reads. That the strict fates had pleas'd you had

Dion. O your sweet queen! (!e'er this coffin drire u-land,)

brought her hither, 1, king Pericles, hare lost

To bave bless'd mine eyes! This queen, worth all our mundanet cost.

Per. We cannot but obey Who finds her, give her burying,

The powers above us. Could I rage and roar She was the daughter of a king :

As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end Besides this treusure for a fee,

Must be as 'tis. My babe Marina (whom, The gods requite his charity!

For she was born at sea, I have nam'd so) hero If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart

I charge your charity withal, and leave her That even cracks for woe!- This chanc'd to. The infapt of your care; besecching you night.

To give her princely training, that she may be 2 Gent. Most likely, Sir.

Manner'd as she is born. Cer. Nay, certainly to-night;

Cle. Fear not, my lord :

(corn, For look, how fresh she looks !-- They were

Your grace,* that fed my country with your too rough,

(For which the people's prayers still fall apon That threw her in the sea. Make fire within ;

you,)

(tion Must in your child be thought op. If neglecKnowledge. † Worldly

Farour.

Should therein make me vile, the common Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid body,

Hight* Pbiloten : and it is said By you reliev'd, would force me to my duty: For certain in our story, she But if to that my nature need a spur,

Would ever with Marina be: The gods revenge it upon me and mine,

Be't when she weav'd the sleided+ silk To the end of generation!

With fingers long, small, white as milk; Per. I believe you;

[credit, Or when she would with sharp neeldt Your honour and your goodness teach me

wound Without your rows. Till she be married, The cambric, which she made more sound madam,

By hurting it; or when to the lute By bright Diana, whom we honour all,

She sung, and made the night-bird mute, Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain,

That still records with moan; or when Though I show willt in't. So I take my leave. She would with rich and constant pen Good madam, make me blessed in your care

Veil to her mistress Dian; still In bringing up my child.

This Philoten contends in skill Dion I have one myself,

With absolute|| Marina: so Who shall not be inore dear to my respect,

With the dove of Paphos might the crow Than yours, my lord.

Vie feathers white. Marina gets Per. Madam, my thanks and prayers.

All praises, which are paid as debts, Cle. We'll bring your grace even to the edge And not as given. 'This so darks o'the shore;

In Philoten all graceful marks, Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune,t and

That Cleon's wife, with envy rare, The gentlest winds of heaven.

A present murderer does prepare Per. I will embrace

[tears, For good Marina, that her daughter Your offer. Come, dear'st madam.-0, no Might stand peerless by this slaughter. Lychorida, no tears:

The sooner her vile thoughts to stead; Look to your little mistress, on whose grace Lychorida, our nurse, is dead; You may depend hereafter.-Come, my lord. And cursed Dionyza hath

(Exeunt. The pregnant instrument of wrath

Prest** for this blow. The unborn event
SCENE IV.-Ephesus.-A Room in CERIMON's I do commend to your content:
House.

Only I carry winged time
Enter CERIMON and THAISA.

Post on the lame feet of my rhyme;

Which never could I so convey, Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain Unless your thoughts went on my way.jewels,

Dionyza does appear, Lay with you in your coffer: which are now With Leonine, a murderer. [Exit. At your command. Know you the character? Thai. It is iny lord's.

SCENE 1.-Tharsus.-- An open Place near the That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember,

Sea-shore.
Even on my yearnings time; but whether there

Enter DIONYZA and LEONINE.
Delivered or no, by the holy gods,
I cannot rightly say: But since king Pericles,

Dion. Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn

to do it: My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again, Avestal livery will I take me to,

'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known. And never more have joy.

Thou canst not do a thing i'the world so soon, Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you To yield thee so much protit. Let not conDiana's temple is not distant far, (speak,

science, Where you may 'bide until your date expire.

Which is but cold, inflame love in thy bosom, Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine

Inflame too nicely; nor let pity, which Shall there attend you.

Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all;

A soldier to thy purpose. Yet my good will is great, though the gift

Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly crea

ture. small.

(Exeunt.

Dion. The fitter then the gods should have ACT IV.

her. Here

Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death. Enter Gower.

Thou art resolv’d. Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre,

Leon. I am resolv'd. Welcom'd to his own desire.

Enter Marina, with a Basket of Flowers. His woful queen leave at Ephess. To Dian there a votaress.

Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellustt of her Now to Marina bend your mind,

weeds,

[blues, Whom our fast growing scene must find

To strew thy green with flowers: the yellows, At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd

The purple violets, and marigolds, In music, letters; who hath gain'd

Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave, Of education all the grace,

While sommer days do last. Ah me! poor Which makes her both the heart and place

maid, Of general wonder. But, alack !

Born in a tempest, when my mother died, That monster envy, oft the wrack

This world to me is like a lasting storm, Of earned praise, Marina's life

Whirring me from my friends. Seeks to take off by treason's knife.

Dion. How now, Marina! Why do you keep And in this kind hath our Cleon

alone? One daughter, and a wench full grown,

How chance my daughter is not with you?

Do pot The common people + Appear wilful, perverse by such conduct.

* Called. + Untwisted, Needle. Sings 1 Insidious waves that wrar a treacherous snile. 1 Accomplished, perfect. Prepared. ** Ready. Groaning.

++ The earth.

Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have Wherein my death might yield ber profit, or A nurse of me. Lord! how your favour's* My life imply her danger? chang'd

Leon. My commission
With this anprofitable woe! Come, come ; Is not to reason of the deed, but do it.
Give me your wreath of flowers. Ere the sea Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I
mar it,

(there,
hope.

(show Walk forth with Leonine ;t the air is quick You are well-favour'd, and your looks forePiercing, and sharpens well the stomach. You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately, Come; ;

When you caught burt in partiog two that Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her.

fought: Mar. No, I pray you;

Good sooth, it show'd well in you; do so now: I'll not bereave you of your servant.

Your lady seeks my life: come you between, Dion. Come, come;

And save poor me, the weaker.
I love the king your father, and yourself,

Leon. I am sworn,
With more than foreign heart. We every day And will despatch.
Expect him here: when he shall come, and
Our paragon to all reports, thus blasted, (find

Enter Pirates, whilst MARINA is struggling.
He will repent the breadth of his great voyage; 1 Pirate. Hold, villain!
Blame both my lord and me, that we have

(LEONINE runs ar ay. ta'en

2 Pirate. A prize! a prize! No care to your best courses. Go, I pray you, 3 Pirate. Halt-part, males, half-part. Come, Walk, and be cheerful once again; reserve let's have her aboard suddenly. That excellent complexion, which did steal

[Exeunt Pirates with MARINA. The eyes of young and old. Care not for me; I can go home alone.

SCENE II.-The sume. Mar. Well, I will go;

Re-enter LEONINE. But yet I have no desire to it.

Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you. Leon. These roving thieves serve the great Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least;

pirate Valdes; Remember what I have said.

And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go: Leon. I warrant you, madam.

There's no hope she'll return. I'll swear she's Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a

dead, while;

And thrown into the sea.-But I'll see further; Pray you walk softly, do not heat your blood: Perhaps they will but please themselves upon What! I must have a care of you.

Not carry her aboard. "If she remain, (her, Mur. Thanks, sweet madam.

Whom they have ravish'd, must by me be [Erit DIONYZA. slain.

(Erit. Is this wind westerly that blows? Leon, South-west.

SCENE III.- Mitylene.- A Room in u Mar. When I was born, the wind was north.

Brothel. Leon. Was't so!

Enter Pander, BawD, und Boult. Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear,

Pund. Boult. But cry'd, good seamen! to the sailors, galling

Boult. Sir. His kingly hands with hauling of the ropes;

Pand. Search the market parrowly; MityAnd, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea lene is full of gallants. We lost too much That almost burst the deck, and from the lad- money this mart, by being too wenchless. der-tackle

Bawod. We were never so much out of creaWash'd off a canvas-climber:t Ha! says one,

tures, We have but poor three, and they can Wilt out? and, with a dropping industry,

do no more than they can do; and with conThey skip from stem to stern: the boatswain tinual action are even as good as rotten. whistles,

Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, what. The master calls, and trebles their confusion. e'er we pay for them. If there be not a conLeon. And when was this?

science to be us'd in every trade, we shall Mar. It was when I was born:

never prosper. Never was waves nor wind more violent.

Buwd. Thou say'st true: 'tis not the bringLeon. Come, say your prayers speedily.

ing up of poor bastards, as I think I have Mar. What mean you ?

brought up some elevenLeon. If you require a little space for

Boult. Ay, to eleven, and brought them prayer,

down again. But shall I search the market! I grant it: Pray; but be not tedious,

Bawd. What else, man? The stuff we have, For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn

a strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are To do my work with haste.

so pitifully sodden. Mar. Why, will you kill me?

Pand. Thou say'st true; they are too un. Leon. To satisfy my lady.

wholesome o'conscience. The poor TransilMar. Why would she have me kill'd? vanian is dead, that lay with the little bag. Now, as I can remember, by my troth,

gage. I never did her hurt in all my life;

Boult. Ay, she quickly poop'd him; she I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn

made him roast meat for worms:—but I'll go To any living creature: believe me, la,

search the market.

[Erit BoulT. I never kill'd a mouse, nor burt a fly:

Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were I trod upon a worm against my will,

as pretty a proportion to live quiety, and so But I wept for it. How have I offended,

give over.

Bawd. Why, to give over, I pray you? Is it Countenance, look.

a shame to get when we are old! # I e. Ere the sea by the coming in of the tide mar

Pand, 0, our credit comes not in like the your walk. 1 A ship.boy.

commodity ; nor the commodity wages Dol

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