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A-jax : he will be the ninth worthy. A conqueror, | Arm. The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty. and afеard to speak ! run away for shaine, Alisander. Gave Hector a gift,

Dum. A gilt nutmeg. ish mild inan ; an honest man, look you, and soon Biron. A leinon. dash'd ! He is a marvellous good neighbour, insooth; Long. Stuck with cloves. and a very good bowler : but, for Alisander, alas, Dum. No, cloven. you see, how 'tis ;--a little o'erparted :-But there Arm. Peace! are worthies a coming will speak their mind in some The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty, other sort.

Gave Hector a gift, the heir of llion ; Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey.

A man so breath'd, that certain he would fight, zea Enter HOLOFERNES arm'd, for Judas; and Moth

From morn till night, out of his pavilion.
arm’d, for Hercules.

I am that flower,

That mint.
Hol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp,
Whose club killed Cerberus, that three-headed canus;


That columbine.

Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue And, when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp, Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus:

Long. I must rather give it the rein, for it runs Quoniam, he seemeth in minority;

against Hector.

Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound. Ergo, I come with this apology.Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish. (Exit Moth. sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried :

Arm. The swee: war-man is dead and rotten ; Hol. Judas, I am, Dum. A Judas!

when he breath'd, he was a man-But I will forward Hol. Not Iscariot, sir.

with my device : Sweet royalty, to the Princess.] Judas I am, ycleped Machabæus.

bestow on me the sense of hearing. Dum. Judas Machabæus clipt, is plain Judas.

[BIRON whispers CostARD. Biron. A kissing traitor : How art thou prov'd

Prin. Speak, brave Hector: we are much delighted. Hol. Judas, I am,-

Arm. I'do adore thy sweet grace's slipper.
(Judas ?

Boyet. Loves her by the foot.
Dum. The more shame for you, Judas.
Hol. What mean you, sir ?

Dum. He may no by the yard.
Boyet. To make Judas hang himself.

Arm. This Hector far surmounted Hannibal,Hol. Begin, sir ; you are my elder. felder.

Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is Biron. Well follow'd: Judas was hanged on an gone; she is two 1.10nths on her way.

Arm. What meanest thou ? Hol. I will not be put out of countenance.

Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan Biron. Because thou hast no face. Hol. What is this?

the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the child

brags in her belly already 'tis yours. Boyet. A cittern head.

Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among potentates' Dim. The head of a bodkin.

thou shalt die. Biron. A death's face in a ring.

Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd, for JaqueLong. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce seen.

netta that is quick by him ; and hang'd for Pompey Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion. Dum. The carv'd-bone face on a flask.

that is dead by him.

Dum. Most rare Pompey!
Biron. St. George's half cheek in a brooch.
Dum. Ay, and in a brooch of lead.

Boyet Renowned Pompey!

Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer : And now, forward ; for we have put thee in coun

Pompey! Pompey the huge!

Dum. Hector trembles. tenance. Hol. You have put me out of countenance.

Biron. Pompey is mov'd :- More Ates, mort

Ates ; stir them on! stir them on !
Biron. False : we have given thee faces.

Dum. Hector will challenge him.
Hol. But you have out-fac'd them all.
Biro. An thou wert a lion, we would do so.

Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's Boyet. Therefore, as he is, an ass, let him go.

belly than will sup a flea. And so adieu, sweet Jude ! nay, why dost thou stay?

Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. Dum. For the latter end of his name.

Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northemi Biron. For the ass to the Jude ;-give it him :

man ; I'll slash ; I'll do it by the sword :-I pray Jud-as, away.

you, let me borrow my arms again.

Dum, Room for the incensed worthies. Hol. This is not generous, not gentle, not humble.

Cost. I'll do it my shirt. Boyet. A light for monsieur Judas : it grows dark,

Dum. Most resolute Pompey! he may stumble.

[baited! Prin. Alas, poor Machabæus, how hath he been

Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole lower. Do

you not see, Pompey is uncasing for the combat ? Enter ARMADO arm’d, for Hector.

What mean you ? you will lose your reputation. Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles ; here comes Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; I will Hlector in arms.

not combat in my shirt. Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, I will Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey hath made auw be merry.

the challenge. King. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of this. Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and wul. Boyet. But is this Hector ?

Biron. What reason have you for't ? Dum. I think, Hector was not so clean-timbered. Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt ; Long. His leg is too big for Hector.


go woolward for penance Dum. More calf, certain.

Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome fo Boyet. No; he is best indued in the small. want of linen : since when, I'll be sworn, he wore Biron. This cannot be Hector.

none, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's ; and that'a Dum. He's a god or a painter ; for he makes faces. vears next his heart, for a favour.

with speed

In their own fashion, like a merriment.

Dum. Our letters, inadam, shew'd much more than Mer. God save you, madam!

Long. So did our looks.

[jest. Prin. Welcome, Mercade ;


We did not quote them so. But that thou interrupt'st our merriinent.

King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, Mer. I am sorry, madam ; for the news I bring, Grant us your loves. Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father


A time, methinks, too short Prin. Dead for my life.

To make a world without-end bargain in :
Mer. Even so; my tale is told.

No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much,
Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to cloud. Full of dear guiltiness; and, therefore this, –
Arn. For mine own part, 1 breathe free breath : If for my love (as there is no such cause)
I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole You will do aught, this shall you do for me:
of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier. Your oath I will not trust; bút

[Ereunt Worthies. To some forlorn and naked herinitage, King. How fares your majesty ?

Remote from all the pleasures of the world ;
Prin. Boyet, prepare ; I will away to-night. There stay, until the twelve celestial signs
King. Madam, not so ; I do beseech you, stay, Have brought about their annual reckoning :

Prin. Prepare, I say. I thank you, gracious lords, If this austere insociable life
For all your fair endeavours ; and entreat, Change not your offer made in heat of blood;
Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe

If frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin weedi, In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide,

Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love, The liberal opposition of our spirits :

But that it bear this trial, and last love ; If over-boldly we have borne ourselves

Then, at the expiration of the year, In the converse of breath, your gentleness

Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts, Was guilty of it.--Farewell, worthy lord ! And, by this virgin palm, now kissing thine, A heavy heart bears not an humble tongue : I will be thine ; and, till that instant, shut Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks

My woeful self up in a mourning house ;
For my great suit so easily obtain'd.

Raining the tears of lamentation,
King. The extreme parts of time extremely form For the remembrance of my father's death.
All causes to the purpose of his speed ;

If this thou do deny, let our hands part;
And often, at his very loose, decides

Neither intitled in the other's heart. That which long process could not arbitrate : King. If this, or more than this, I would deny, And though the mourning brow of progeny

To flatter up these powers of mine with rest, Forbid the smiling courtesy of love,

The sudden hand of death close up mine eye ! l'he holy suit which fain it would convince ;

Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast. Yet, since love's argument was first on foot,

Biron. And what to me, my love ? and what to me! Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it

Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rank From what it purpos’d; since to wail friends lost, You are attaint with faults and perjury; Is not by much so wholesome, profitable,

Therefore, if you my favour mean to get, As to rejoice at friends but newly found.

A twelvemonih shall you spend, and never rest, Prin. I understand you not ; my griefs are double. But seek the weary beds of people sick.

Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of Dum. But what to me, my love ? but what to me? And by these badges understand the king. [grief ;- Kath. A wife !-A beard, fair health, and honesty; For your

fair sakes have we neglected time, With three-fold love I wish you all these three. Play'd foul play with our oaths ; your beauty, ladies, Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife ? Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our humours Kath. Not so, my lord ;-a twelvemonth and a day Even to the opposed end of our intents :

I'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers say: And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,

Come when the king doth to my lady come, As love is full of unbefitting strains ;

Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some. All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain;

Dum. I 'll serve thee true and faithfully till then. Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye Kath. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn again. Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms, Long. What says Maria ? Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll


At the twelvemonth's end To every varied object in his glance :

I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend. Which party-coated presence of loose love

Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is long Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,

Mar. The liker you; few taller are so young, Have misbecom'd our oaths and gravities,

Biron. Studies my lady? mistress, look on me Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, Behold the window of my heart, mine eye, Suggested us to make : Therefore, ladies,

What humble suit attends thy answer there ; Our love being yours, the error that love makes Impose some service on me for thy love. Is likewise yours : we to ourselves prove false, Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Birón, By being once false for ever to be true

Before I saw you : and the world's large tongue To those that make us both,-fair ladies, you : Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks ; And even that falsehood, in itself a sin,

Full of comparisons and wounding flouts ; l'hus purifies itself, and turns to grace.

Which you on all estates will execute,
Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love; That lie within the mercy of your
Your favours, the einbassadors of love ;

To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain : And in our maiden council, rated them

And, therewithal, to win me, if you please, It courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy,

(Without the which I am not to be won,) As bombast, and as lining to the time :

You shall this twelvemonth term from day to day But more devout than this, in our respects,

Visit the speechless sick, and still converse Have we not been ; and therefore met your loves With groaning wretches; and your task shall be,

wit :

Wien all the fierce endeavour of your wit,

one maintain'd by the owl, the other by the cuckoo. To enforce the pained impotent to smile.

Ver, begin.
Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of death ?

It cannot be ; it is impossible :
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.

Spring. I. When daisies pied, and violets blue,
Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit,

And lady-smocks all silver-white, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace,

And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools:

Do paint the meadows with delight,

The cuckoo then, on every tree, A jest's prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it, never in the tongue

Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Of him that makes it: then, if sickly ears,

Cuckoo; Deafd with the clamours of their own dear groans,

Cuckoo, cuckoo,-0 word of fear, Will hear your idle scorns, continue then,

Unpleasing to a married ear?
And I will have you, and that fault withal ;

II. When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
But, if they will not, throw away that spirit,
And I shall find you empty of that fault,

And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,

When turtles tread, and rooks and daws, Right joyful of your reformation.

And maidens bleach their summer smocks Biron. A twelvemonth? well, befal what will betal,

The cuckoo then, on every tree, I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital.

Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Prin. Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my leave.

Cuckoo; [To the King. King. No, madam: we will bring you on your way.


Unpleasing to a married ear?
Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old play;
Jack hath not Jill: these ladies' courtesy

Winter. III. When isicles hang by the wall,
Might well have made our sport a comedy.

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, King. Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a day,

And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And then 'twill end.

And milk comes frosen homo in puil,
That's too long for a play

When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,

Then nightly sings the staring owl,

To-who; Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,

Tu-whit, to-who, a meray ricte,
Prin. Was not that Hector ?


Joan doth keel the pot.
Dum. The worthy knight of Troy.

Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave : IV. When all aloud the wind doth bloco, I am a votary; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold

And coughing drowns the parson's save, the plough for her sweet love three years. But most And birds sit brooding in the snow, esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue that

And Marian's nose looks red and raw, the two learned men have compiled, in praise of the

When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, owl and the cuckoo ? it should have followed in the

Then nightly sings the staring owl, end of our show.

To-who; King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so.

Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note, Arm. Holla! approach.

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. Enter HOLOFERNES, NATHANIEL, Mora, COSTARD,

Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after the and others.

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TRIS play wus entered at Stationers' Hall on the 22d of July, ' The principal incidents of the plot are taken from a story to 1298; bat must have been exhibited before that time, as it the Pecorone of Ser Giovanni Fiorentino, a novelist who wrote was mentioned by Meres, in the Wit's Treasury, which was in 1378 l be first novel of the fourth day.) The story has published early in the same year. The first known edition of been published in English. The circumstance of the caskets this comedy is the quarto, “priated by J. R. for Thomas is from an old translation of the Gesia Romanorum, first Heyes, 1600." I was most probably written in 1597 Mr. printed by Wynkyo de Worde. Malone places it three years earlier, but he has no authority It has been supposed that there was a play on the subject pr to support his hypothesis, but simile of Portia's

vious to this of our author, and on which he might have Thy music is

grounded his work. This potion has been suggested by "Even as the flourish when true subjects bow

passage in slephen Gosson's Schvol of Abuse, which speaks of " To Dew crowned monarch."

the Jew shewn at the Bull, represenuing the greediness of This passage he supposes to refer to the recent coronation of worldly choosers, and the bloody minds of usurers," bat

Henry the Fourth of France, of which a description was pub- these words apply with equal propriety to the Jeu of Merlou, lished in this country immediately after the event.

and to the Shyluck of Shakspeare.


PERSONS REPRESENTED. Would blow me to an ague, when I thought

What harm a wind too great might do at sea. DUKE OF VENICE

I should not see the sandy hour glass run, PRINCE OF MOROCCO, suitors to Portia.

But I should think of shallows and of flats; ANTONIO, the Merchant of Venice.

And see my wealthy Andrew dock'd in sand, BASSANIO, his friend.

Vailing her high-top lower than her ribs, SALANIO, SALARINO, GRATIANO, friends to Antonio And see the holy edifice of stone,

To kiss her burial. 'Should I go to church, and Bassanio.

And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks ! LORENZO, in love with Jessica.

Which touching but my gentle vessel's side,
Tubal, a Jew, his friend.

Would scatter all her spices on the stream;
LAUNCELOT GOBBO, a clown, servant to Shylock.

Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks ;

And, in a word, but even now worth this, Old GOBBo, father to Launcelot.

And now worth nothing ? Shall I have the thought SALERIO, a messenger from Venice.

To think on this; and shall I lack the thought, LEONARDO, servant to Bassanio.

That such a thing, bechanc'd, would make me sad ! BALTHAZAR, STEPHANO, servants to Portua.

But tell not me; I know Antonio Portia, a rich heiress.

Is sad to think upon his merchandize. NERISSA, her waiting-maid.

Ant. Believe me, no : I thank my fortune for it. Jessica, daughter to Shylock.

My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, Magnificoes of Venice, Officers of the Court of Justice, Nor to one place , por is my whole estate Gaoler, Servants, and other Attendants.

Upon the fortune of this present year :

Therefore, my merchandize makes me not sad. SCENE,—partly at Venice, and partly at BELMONT, Salan. Why then you are in love. the seat of PORTIA, on the Continent.


Fye, fye: Salan. Not in love neither? Then let's say, you

are sad, ACT I.

Because you are not merry: and 'twere as easy

For you to laugh, and leap, and say, you are merry, SCENE I.--Venice. A Street.

Because you are not sad. Now, by two headed Janus, Enter Antonio, SALARINO, and SALANIO.

Nature hath fram'd strange fellows in her time :

Some that will evermore peep through their eyes, Ant. In sooth, I know not why I am so sad ; It wearies me ; you say,

And laugh, like parrots, at a bag-piper :

And other of such vinegar aspect, But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,

That they 'll not shew their teeth in way of smile, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn;

Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,

Enter BassanIO, LORENZO, and GRATIANO. That I have much ado to know myself.

Salan. Here comes Bassanio, your nuost noble kins: Salar. Your inind is tossing on the ocean ; Gratiano, and Lorenzo : Fare you well; (man, There, where your argosies with portly sail, — We leave you now with better company. Like signiors and rich burghers of the flood,

Salur. I would have staid till I had made you merry, Or, as it were, the pageants of the sea,

If worthier friends had not prevented me. Do overpeer the peity traffickers,

Ant. Your worth is very dear in my regard. That curt'sy to them, do them reverence,

I take it, your own business calls on you, As they fly by them with their woven wings. And you embrace the occasion to depart.

Satan Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth, Sular. Good morrow, my good lords. [Say, when' The better part of my affections would

Bass. Good signiors both, when shall we laugh? Be with my hopes abroad. I should be still You grow exceeding strarge : Must it be so ? Plucking grass, to know where sits the wind ; Salar. We'll make our leisures to attend on yours. Peering in maps, for ports, and piers, and roads;

(Eseunt SALARINO and SALANIO And every object, that might make me fear

Lor. My lord Bassanio, since you have found Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt,

Antonio, Would make me sad.

We two will leave you : but, at dinner time, Salar.

My wind, cooling my broth, 1 pray you, have in mind where we must meet.

it wearies you;


Bass. I will not fail you.

I shot his fellow of the self-same flight Gra. You look not well, signior Antonio; The self-same way, with more advised watch, You have too much respect upon the world: To find the other forth ; and by advent’ring both They lose it, that do buy it with much care. I oft found both : I urge this childish proof, Believe me, you are marvellousl; chang'd. Because what follows is pure innocence

Ant. I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; I owe you much ; and, like a wilful youth, A stage, where every man must play a part, That which I owe is lost : but if you please And inine a sad one.

To shoot another arrow that self way Gra.

Let me play the Fool: Which you did shost the first, I do not doubt, With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come; As I will watch the aim, or to find both, And let my liver rather heat with wine,

Or bring your latter hazard back again, Than my heart cool with inortifying groans. And thankfully rest debtor for the first. [time, Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Ant. You know me well ; and herein spend but Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ?

To wind about my love with circunstance ;
Sleep when he wakes ? and creep into the jaundice And, out of doubt, you do me now more wrong,
By being peevish? I tell thee what, Antonio,- In making question of my uttermost,
I love thee, and it is my love that speaks ;- Than if you had made waste of all I have:
There are a sort of men, whose visages

Then do but say to me what I should do,
Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond ; That in your knowledge may by me be done,
And do a wilful stillness entertain,

And I am prest unto it: therefore, speak.
With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion

Bass. lo Belmont is a lady richly left, of wisdom, gravity, As who should say,

And she is fair, and, fairer than that word, profound conceit;

Of wond'rous virtues; sometimes from her eyes And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark !

I did receive fair speechless messages : O, my Antonio, I do knew of these,

Her name is Portia ; nothing undervalued That therefore only are reputed wise,

To Cato's daughter, Brutus' Portia.
For saying nothing ; who, I am very sure,

Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth ;
If they should speak, would almost damn those ears, For the four winds blow in from every coast
Which, hearing them, would call their brothers, fools. suitors : and her sunny locks
I'll tell thee more of this another time :

Hang on her temples like a golden Aeece ;
But fish not, with this melancholy bait,

Which makes her seal of Belmont, Colchos' strand, For this fool's gudgeon, this opinion

And many Jasons come in quest of her.
Come, good Lorenzo : Fare ye well, a while ; O my Antonio, had I but the means
I'll end my exhortation after dinner.

To hold a rival place with one of them,
Lor. Well, we will leave you then till dinner-time I have a mind presages me such thrift,
I must be one of these same dumb wise men, That I should questionless be fortunate.
For Gratiano never lets me speak.

Ant. Thou know'st, that all my fortunes are at sea,
Gra. Well, keep me company but two years more, Nor have I money, nor commodity
Thou shalt not knuw the sound of thine own tongue To raise a present sum : therefore go forth,

Ant. Farewell : I'll grow a talker for this gear. Try what my credit can in Venice do ;
Gra. Thanks, i' faith; for silence is only com- That shall be rack'd, even to the uttermost,

To furnish thee to Belmont, to fair Portia.
In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible. Go, presently inquire, and so will I,

(Exeunt Gratiano and LORENZO. Where money is ; and I no question make, Ant. Is that any thing now?

To have it of my trust, or for my sake. (Ereunt. Bas. Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of Rothing, more than any man in all Venice : His reasons are SCENE II. – Belmont. A Room in Portia's House. as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff ; you shall seek all day ere you find them; and, whea

Enter Portia and NERISSA. you have them, they are not worth the search. Por. Ry my troth, Nerissa, my little body is a. Ant. Well; tell me now, what lady is this name, weary of this greal world.

Il whom you swore a secret pilgrimage,

Ner. You would be, sweet madam, if your miseyou to day promis'd to tell

me of?

ries were in the same abundance as your good for Bass. 'Tis not unknown to you, Antoni tunes are : And yet, for augb. I see, they are as sick How much I have disabled mine estate,

that surfeit with too much, as they thai starve with By something shewing a more swelling port nothing : It is no mean happiness therefore, to be Than my faint means would grant continuaud : seated in the mean ; superfluity comes sooner by Nor do I now mahe moan to be abridg d

white hairs, but competency lives longer. From such a noble rate ; but my chief care

For. Good sentences, and well pronounced. Is, to come fairly off from the great debts,

Ner. They would be better, if well followed. Wherein my time, something too prodigal,

Por. If to do were as easy as to know what were Hath leit me gaged : To you, Antonio,

good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor I owe the most, in money, and in love;

men's cottages, princes' palaces. It is a good divine And from your love I have a warranty

that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach To unburthen all my plots, and purposes,

twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the How to get clear of all the debts I owe.

twenty to follow mine own teaching. The brain may Aul. i prav you, good Bassanio, let me know it ; devise laws for the blood ; but a lot temper leaps And, it it'stand, as you yourself still do,

over a cold decree: such a hare is madness the youth, Within the eye of honour, be assurd,

to skip o':r the meshes of good counsel the cripple. My purse, my person, my extremest ineans, But this r«asoning is not in the fashion to choose me Lie all unlock'd to your occasions,

a husband :-U me, the word choose! I may neither Buss. In my school-days, when I had lost one :baft, choose wb.un I would, oor refuse whoun dislike :

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