Their filent journey, fince his tale begun,
Unfinish'd yet! and yet I thirst to hear,
As when fome Peaven-taught poet-charms the ear,
(Sufpending forrow with a celeftial ftrain,
Breath'd from the gods to fofren human pain)
Time fteals away with unregarded wing,
And the foul hears him, though he ceafe to fing.
Ulyffes late he faw, on Cretan ground,
His father's guet) for Minos' birth renown'd. 615
He now but waits the wind, to waft him o'er,
With boundless treature, from Thefprotia's fhore.
To this the queen: The wanderer let me hear,
While yon luxurious race indulge their cheer,
Devour the grazing ox and browzing goat,
And turn my generous vintage down their throat.
For where's an arm, like thine, Ulyffes! ftrong,
To curb wild riot, and to punish wrong?
She fpeke. Telemachus then faecz aloud; Contrain'd, his noitrils echo'd through the crowd.
The fmiling queen the happy omen bless'd:
"So may thefe impious fall, by fate opprefs'd!"
Then to Eumæus: Bring the ftranger, fly!
And if my queftion meet a true reply,
Grac'd with a decent robe he shall retire,
A gift in season which his wants require.
Thus fpoke Penelope. Eumæus flies
In duteous hafte, and to Ulyffes cries:
The Queen invites thee, venerable guest!
A fecret instinct moves her troubled breast,
Of her long abfent lord from thee to gain
Some light, and foothe her foul's eternal pain.
If true, if faithful thou; her grateful mind
Of decent robes a prefent has defign'd:
So finding favour in the royal eye,
Thy other wants her fubject shall supply.
Fair truth alone (the patient man reply'd)
My words fhall dictate, and my lips fhall guide,
To him, to me, one common lot was given,
In equal wocs, alas! involv'd by Heaven.
Much of his fates I know; but check'd by fear
I ftand: the hand of violence is here :
Her boundless wrongs the starry skies invade,
And injur'd fuppliants feck in vain for aid.
Let for a space the penfive queen attend,
Nor clain my story till the fun defcend;
Then in fuch robes as fuppliants may require,
Compos'd and cheerful by the genial fire,
When loud uproar and lawlefs riot ceafe,
Shall her pleas'd ear receive my words in peace.655
Swift to the queen returns the gentle fwain:
And fay, (fhe cries.) does fear, or shame, detain
The cautious ftranger? With the begging kind
Shame fuits but ill. Eumæus thus rejoin'd:
He only afks a more propitious hour,
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And fhuns (who would not?) wicked men in
At evening mild (meet feafon to confer)
By turns to question, and by turns.to hear,
Whoe'er this guest (the prudent queen replies)
His every ftep and every thought is wife:
For men like these on earth he shall not find
In all the mifereart race of human kind.
Thus fhe: Eumæus all her words attends,
And, parting, to the fuitor powers defcends;
There feeks Telemachus, and thus apart
In whifpers breathes the fondnefs of his heart:
The time, my lord, invites me to repair
Hence to the lodge; my charge demands my care.
Thefe fons of murder thirst thy life to take;
Oh guard it, guard it for thy fervant's fake! 675
Thanks to my friend, he cries; but now the hour
Of night draws on, go feek the rural bower:
But first refresh.: and at the dawn of day
Fiither a victim to the gods convey.
Qur life to Heaven's immortal Powers we truft, 680
Safe in their care, for heaven prote&s the juft.
Obfervant of his voice, Eumæus fate
And fed recumbent on a chair of state.
Then inftant rofe, and as he mov'd along
Twas riot all amid the fuitor throng,
They feast, they dance, and raise the mirthful
Till now, declining toward the close of day, The fun obliquely fhot his dewy ray.
The beggar Irus infults Uffes; the fuitors promote the quarrel, in which Irus is rvorfied, and miferably handie4, Penelope defcends, and receives ibe prefents of the fuitors.
HILE fix'd in thought the penfive hero fate,
A mendicant approach'd the royal gate;
A furly vagrant of the giant kind,
The stain of manhood, of a coward mind:
From feaft to feaft, infatiate to devour
He flew, attendant on the genial hour.
Him on his mother's knees when babe he lay,
She nam'd Arnæus on his natal day:
But Irus his affociates call'd the boy,
Practis'd the common meffenger to fly;
Irus, a name expreffive of th' employ.
The dialogue of Ulyffes with Eurymachus.
To whom Antinous: Lo! enrich'd with blood, 50
A kid's well-fatted entrails (tafteful food)
On glowing embers lie; on him beftow
The choiceft portion who fubdues his foe;
5 Grant him unrivall'd in thefe walls to ftay,
The fole attendant on the genial day.
From his own roof, with meditated blows, He strove to drive the man of mighty woes. Hence, dotard, hence! and timely speed thy way, Left dragg'd in vengeance thou repent thy ftay; 15 See how with nods affent yon princely train! But, honouring age, in mercy I reftrain! In peace away! left, if perfuafions fail, This arm with blows more cloquent prevail. To whom, with ftern regard: Oh infolence, Indecently to rail without offence; What bounty gives, without a rival fhare; 1 afk, what harms not thee, to breathe this air: Alike on alms we both precarious live: And canst thou envy when the great relieve? Know, from the bounteous Heavens all riches flow,
The lords applaud: Ulyffes then with art,
And fears well feign'd, disguis'd his dauntlefs heart:
Worn as I an with age, decay'd with woe,
Say, is it bafenefs to decline the foe?
Hard conflict! when calamity and age
With vigorous youth, unknown to cares, engage!
Yet, fearful of difgrace, to try the day
Imperious hunger bids, and I obey;
But fwear, impartial arbiters of right,
Swear to ftand neutral, while we cope in fight. 63
The peers affent: when straight his facred head
Telemachus uprais'd, and fternly faid:
Stranger, if prompted to chaflife the wrong
20 Of this bold infolent; confide, be frong!
Th' injurious Greek, that dares attempt a blow, 70
That inftant makes Telemachus his foe;
And what man gives, the Gods by man beftow;
Proud as thou art, henceforth no more be proud,
Left I imprint my vengeance in thy blood;
Old as I am, fhould once my fury burn,
How would'nt thou fly, nor ev'n in thought return?
Mere woman-glutton! (thus the churl reply'd)
A tongue fo flippant, with a throat fo wide!
Why ceafe I, Gods! to dafh thofe teeth away,
Like fome wild boar's, that, greedy of his prey, 35
Uproots the bearded corn? Rife, try the fight,
Gird well thy loins, approach and feel my alight:
Sure of defeat, before the peers engage;
Unequal fight! when youth contends with age!
Thus in a wordy war their tongues difplay
More fierce intents, preluding to the fray;
Antinous hears, and, in a jovial vein,
Thus with loud laughter to the fuitor-train :
This happy day in mirth, my friends, employ,
And lo! the Gods confpire to crown our joy.
See ready for the fight, and hand to hard,
Yon furly mendicants contenticus ftand;
Why urge we not to blows? Well pleas'd they ring
Swift from their fouts, and thickening form a ring.
And thefe my friends † fhall guard the facred tica Of hofpitality, for they are wife.
Then, girding his ftrong loins, the king prepara To clofe in combat, and his body bares; Broad fpread his fhoulders, and his nervous thighs By just degrees, like well-turn'd columns, rife: Ample his cheft, his arms are round and long, And each strong joint Minerva knits more ftrong. (Attendant on her chief): the fuitor-crowd With wonder gaze, and gazing fpeak aloud: Irus! alas! fhail Irus be no more? Black fate impends, and this th' avenging hour! Gods! how his nerves a matchlefs frength pra claim, !frame? Swell o'er his well-ftrung limbs, and brace tut Then, pale with fears, and fickening at the figs, They dragg'd th' unwilling Iras to the fight; From his blank vifage fled the coward blood, And his flesh trembled as aghaithe ftoco. Oh, that fuch bafenefs fhould difgrace the lightl O hide it, Death, in everlasting night. (Exclaims Antinous) can a vigorous foe Meanly decline to combat age and woe? But hear me, wretch! if recreant in the fray, That huge bulk yield this ill-contested day. Inftant thou fall'it, to Echotus religa'd; A tyrant, fiercelt of the tyrant kind,
Who cafts thy mangled ears and nofe a prey
To hungry dogs, and lops the man away.
Anon from Heaven a fad reverfe he feels:
Untaught to bear, 'gainft Heaven the wretch rebels.
While with indignant fcorn, he sternly fpoke, 100 For man is changeful, as his blifs of woe;
Too high when profperous, when diftrefs'd to low.
stands,There was a day, when with the fcornful great 165
I fwell'd in pomp and arrogance of state;
Proud of the power that to high birth belongs;
And us'd that power to juftify my wrongs.
Then let not man be proud; but, firm of mind,
Bear the best humbly, and the worst refign'd: 170
Be dumb when Heaven afflicts! unlike yon train
Of haughty fpoilers, infolently vain;
Who make their queen and all her wealth a prey;
But vengeance and Ulyffes wing their way.
Oh may'it thou, favour'd by fome guardian Power,
Far, far be diftant in that deathful hour!
For fure I am, if ftern Ulyffes breathe,
Thefe lawlefs riots end in blood and death.
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In every joint the trembling Irus fhook;
Now front to front each frowning champion
And poifes high in air his adverfe hands.
The chief yet doubts, or to the fhades below
To fell the giant at one vengeful blow,
Or fave his life; and foon his life to fave
The king refolves, for Mercy ways the brave.
That infant Irus his huge ara extends,
Full on the fhoulder the rude weight defcends:
The fige Ulyffes, fearful to difclofe
The hero latent in the man of woes,
Check'd half his might; yet rifing to the ftroke,
His jaw-bone dafh'd, the crafhing jaw bone broke:
Down dropp'd he stupid from the Running wound;
His feet, extended, quivering beat the ground; 115
His mouth and noftrils fpout a purple flood;
His teeth, all fhatter'd, rush inmix'd with blood.
The peers tranfported, as outstretch'd he lies,
With bursts of laughter rend the vaulted skies!
Then dragg'd along, ali bleeding from the wound,
His length of carcafe trailing prints the ground;
Rais'd on his feet, again he reels, he falls,
Till propp'd, reclining on the palace walls:
Then to his hand a ftaff the victor gave,
And thus with just reproach addrefs'd the flave: 125
There, terrible, affright the dogs, and reign
A dreaded tyrant o'er the beftial train!
But mercy to the poor and stranger show,
Left Heaven in vengeance fend fome mightier woc.
Scornful he spoke, and o'er his fhoulder flung130
The broad-patch'd fcrip; the ferip in tatters hung
Ill join'd, and knotted to a twisted thong.
Then, turning short, difdain'd a further stay;
But to the palace meafur'd back the way.
There as he rested, gathering in a ring
The peers with fmiles addrefs'd their unknown
king:
Stranger, may Jove and all th' aerial Powers,
With every bleffing crown thy happy hours!
Our freedom to thy prowess'd arm we owe
From bold intrufion of thy coward foe :
Inftant the flying fail the flave fhall wing
To Echetus, the monster of a king.
While pleas'd he hears, Antinous bears the food,
A kid's well fatted entrails, rich with blood:
The bread from canisters of fhining mold
Amphinous; and wines that laugh in gold:
And, oh! (he mildly cries) may Heaven difplay
A beam of glory o'er thy future day!
Alas! the brave too oft is doom'd to bear
The gripes of poverty, and stings of care.
To whom with thought mature the king
plies;
Then to the Gods the rofy juice he pours,
And the drain'd goblet to the chief reftores.
Stung to the foul, o'ercaft with holy dread,
He fhook the graceful honours of his head;
His boding mind the future woe forestalls;
In vain! by great Telemachus he fails,
For Pallas feals his doom: all fad he turns
To join the peers; refumes his throne, and mourns.
Mean while Minerva with instinctive fires
Thy foul, Penelope, from Heaven infpires:
With flattering hopes the fuitors to betray,
And feem to meet, yet fly, the bridal day:
Thy husband's wonder, and thy fen's, to raife;
And crown the mother and the wife with praife.
Then, while the ftreaming forrow dims her eyes,
Thus with a tranfient fmile the matron cries;
Eurynome to go where riot reigns,
I feel an impulfe, though my foul difdains;
To my lov'd fon the fnares of death to show,
And in the traitor-friend unmask the foe;
Who, fmooth of tongue, in purpofe infincere,
Hides fraud in fmiles, while death is ambush'd
there.
Go, warn thy fon, nor be the warning vain, (Reply'd the fageft of the royal train)
140 But bath'd, anointed, and adorn'd, defcend;
Powerful of charmis, bid every grace attend;
The tide of flowing tears awhile fupprefs;
Tears but indulge the forrow, not reprefs.
Some joy remains: to thee a fon is given,
Such as, in fondness, parents afk of Heaven.
Ah me! forbear, returns the
queen, forbear;
Oh! talk not, talk not of vain beauty's care; 310
No more I bathe, fince he no longer fees
Thofe charms, for whom alone I wish to please.
The day that bore Ulyffes from this coaft,
Blafted the little bloom these cheeks could boat.
But inftant bid Autonoè defcend,
Infant Hippodamè our steps attend;
Ill fuits it female virtue to be seen
Alone, indecent, in the walks of men.
The tongue fpeaks wifely, when the foul is wife;
Such was thy father! in imperial state,
Great without vice, that oft attends the great:
Nor from the fire art thou, the fon, declin'd; 155
Then hear my words, and, grave them in thy
mind!
Of all that breathes, or groveling creeps on earth,
Moft vain is man! calamitous by birth:
To day, with power elate, in ftrength he blooms;
The haughty creature on that power prefumes: 160
Then, while Eurynomè the mandate bears,
From heaven Minerva fhoots with guardian carce;
O'er all her fenfes, as the couch she dress'd,
She pours a pleafing, deep, and deathlike reft,
With every beauty every feature arms,
Bids her checks glow, and lights up all her charms.
In her leve-darting eyes awakes the fires,
(Immortal gifts! to kindle foft defires)
From limb to limb an air majestic sheds,
And the pure ivory o'er her bofom fpreads.
Such Venus fhines, when with a meatur'd bound
She Imoothly gliding twims th' harmonious round
When with the Graces in the dance the moves,
And fires the gazing Gods with ardent loves.
Then to the skies her flight Minerva bends,
And to the queen the daniel-train defcends;
Wak'd at their fteps, her flowing eyes unclofe; 235
The tear the wipes, and thus renews her woes:
Howe'er 'tis well that fleep awhile can free,
With foft forgetfulness, a wretch like me;
Oh! were it given to yield this tranfient breath,
Send, O Diana, fend the fileep of death:
Why mufti waste a tedious life in tears,
Nor bury in the filent grave my cares?
O my Ulyffes! ever honour'd name!
For thee I mourn, till death diffolves my frame.
Thus wailing, flow and adly he defcends,
On either hand a damiel-train attends
Full where the dome its fhining valves expands,
Radiant before the gazing peers the ftands;
A veil, translucent o'er her brow display'd,
Her beauty feems, and only feems, to shade:
Sudden the lightens in their dazzled eyes,
And fudden flames in every bofom rife;
They fend their eager fouls with every look,
Till filence thus th' imperial matron broke:
In rival crowds conteft the glorious prize,
Difpeopling realms to gaze upon thy eyes:
O woman lovelieft of the lovely kind,
In body perfect, and complete in mind!
Ah me! returns the queen, when from this fhore
Ulyffes fail'd, then beauty was no more!
The Gods decreed thefe eyes no more should keep 295
Their wonted grace, but only ferve to weep.
Should he return, whate'er my beauties prove,
My virtues laft; my brightest charm is love.
Now, grief, thou all art mine the Gods o'ercast ·
My foul with woes, that long, ah! long must laft!300
Too faithfully my heart retains the day
That fadly tore my royal lord away:
He grafp'd my hand, and, O my spouse! I leave
Thy arms, (he cried,) perhaps to find a grave:
Fame fpeaks the Trojans bold; they boat the fkill
To give the feather'd arrow wings to kill,
To dart the fpear, and guide the rushing car
With dreadful inroad through the walks of war.
My fentence is gone forth, and 'tis decreed
Perhaps by righteous Heaven that I must bleed !310
My father, mother, all I truft to thee;
To them, to them transfer thy love of me:
But, when my ion grows man, the royal fway
250 Refign, and happy be thy bridal day!
Such were his words; and Hymen now prepares 315
To light his torch and give me up to cares;
Thalictive hand of wrathful Jove to bear:
A wretch the moit complete that breathes the air!
Fall'n ev'n below the rights to woman due!
Carelefs to pleafe, with infolence ye woo!
The generous lovers, ftudious to fucceed,
Bid their whole herds and flocks in banquets bleed;
By precious gifts the vow fincere difplay:
260 You, only you, make her ye love your prey.
Oh why! my fan, why now no more appears 255
That warmth of foul that urg'd thy younger years?
Thy riper days no growing worth impart,
A man in ftature, ftill a boy in heart!
Thy well-knit frame unprofitably ftrong,
Speaks thee an hero from an hero sprung;
But the just Gods in vain thofe gifts beitow,
Oh wife alone in form, and brave in show!
Heavens! could a stranger feel oppreffion's hand
Beneath thy roof, and could't thou tamely ftand?
If thou the ftranger's righteous caufe decline, 265
His is the fufferance, but the fame is thine.
To whom, with filial awe, the prince returns:
That generous foul with just refer.tment bunns;
Yet, taught by time, my heart has learn'd to glow,
For others' good, and melt at others' woe: 270
But, impotent thefe rints to repel,
I bear their outrage, though my foul rebel :
Helpless amid the fnares of death I tread,
And numbers leagued in impious union dread,
But now no crinie is theirs: this wrong proceeds
From Irus, and the guilty Irus bleeds.
O would to Jove! or her whofe arms difplay
The fhield of Jove, or him who rules the day!
That yon proud fuitors, who licentious tread
Thefe courts, within thefe courts like Irus bled: 280
Whofe loose head tottering, as with wine opprefs'd,
Obliquely drops, and nodding knocks his breaft;
Powerless to move, his staggering feet deny
The coward wretch the privilege to fly.
Then to the queen Eurymachus replies:
Oh jutily lov'd, and not more fair than wife :
Should Greece through all her hundred flates furvey
Thy finish'd charms, all Greece would own thy
(way;
VOL. VI.
Well-pleas'a Ulyffes hears his queen deceive 325
The fuitor train, and raise a thirst to give:
Falfe hopes the kindles, but thofe hopes betray,
And promife, yet elude the bridal day.
While yet the fpeaks, the gay Antinous cries:
Offspring of kings, and more than woman wife: 330
'Tis right; 'tis man's prerogative to give,
And cuftom bids thee without fhame receive;
Yet never, never from thy dome we move,
Till Hymen lights the torch of spoufal love.
The peers difpatch their heralds, to convey 335
The gifts of love; with fpeed they take the way,
A robe Antinous gives of fhining dyes,
The varying hues in gay confufion rife
Rich from the artist's hand! Twelve clasps of gold
Clofe to the leffening loins the vett infold;
Down from the fwelling waift the vest unbound
Floats in bright waves redundant o'er the ground.
A bracelet rich with gold, with amber gay,
That fhot effulgence like the folar ray,
Eurymachus prefents: and earrings bright,
With triple stars, that call a trembling light.
Pifander bears a necklace wrought with art:
And every peer, expreffive of his heart,
A gift beltows: this done, the queen afcends,
And flow behind her damfel train attends.
Then to the dance they form the vocal straiu.
Till Hefperus load, forth the frarry train;
And now he raises, as the day light fades,
His golden circlet in the deepening fhades:
M m
Three vafes heap'd with copious fires difplay 355
O'er all the palace a fictitious day;
From space to space the torch wide-beaming burns,
And sprightly damfels trim the rays by turos.
To whom the king: Ill fuits your fex to flay Alone with men! ye modeft maids, away! Go, with the queen the spindle guide; or cull (The partners of her cares) the filver wool; Be it my task the torches to fupply, Ev'n till the morning lamp adorns the fky;. Ev'n till the morning, with unwearied care, Sleepless I watch; for I have learn'd to bear. Scornful they heard: Melanthio, fair and young, (Melanthio from the loins of Dolius fprung, Who with the queen her years an iufalit led, With the foft fondness of a daughter bred) Chicfly derides: regardless of the cares Her queen endures, polluted joys the shares Nocturnal with Eurymachus! With eyes That fpeak difdain, the wanton thus replies: Oh! whither wanders thy diftemper'd brain Thou bold intruder on a princely train? Hence to the vagrant's rendezvous repair; Or fhun in fome black forgo the midnight air. Proceeds this boldness from a turn of foul, Or flows licentious from the copious bowl? Is it that vanquifh'd Irus fwells thy mind? A foe may meet thee of a braver kind. Who, fhortening with a ftorm of blows thy stay, Shall fend thee howling all in blood away!
To whom with frowns: O impudent in wrong!
Thy lord fhall curb that infolence of tongue:
Know, to Telemachus I tell th' offence;
The fourge, the fcourge fhall lafh thee into fenfe.
With confcious fhame they hear the ftern rebuke
Nor longer durft faftain the fovereign look. 390
Then to the fervile tafk the monarch turns
His royal hands: each torch refulgent burns
With added day: mean while, in mufeful mood
Abforpt in thought, on vengeance fix'd he stood.
And now the Martial Maid, by deeper wrongs 395
To roufe Ulyffes, points the fuitors tongues,
Scornful of age to taunt the virtuous man:
Thoughtless and gay, Eurymachus began:
Hear me (he cries) confederates and friends!
Some God, no doubt, this ftranger kindly
fends;
400
The fhining baldness of his beard furvey,
It aids our torch-light and reflects the ray-
Then to the king that levei'd haughty Troy,
Say, if large hire can tempt thee to employ
Thofe hands in work; to tend the rural trade, 405
To drefs the walk, and form th' embowering fhade?
So food and raiment conftant will I give :
But idly thus thy foul prefers to live,
And starve by ftrolling, not by work to thrive.
To whom incens'd: Should we, O prince! en.
gage
In rival talks beneath the burning rage
Of fummer funs; were both constrain'd to wield,
Foodlefs, the fythe along the burthen'd field;
Or fhould we labour, while the plough fhare wounds,
With ftcers of equal ftrength, th' allotted grounds:
Beneath my labour how thy wondering eyes
Might fee the fable field at once arife!
Shoald Jove dire war unlocfe; with fpear and fhield,
And nodding helm, I tread th'enfanguin'd fi-id,
Fierce in the van: then would'ft thou, would't
thou,-fay,-
Mifname me, glutton, in that glorious day?
No, thy ill judging thoughts the brave difgrace;
'Tis thou injurious art, not I am bafe.
Proud to seem brave among a coward train!
But know, thou art not valorous, but vain. 425
Gods! fhould the stern Ulyffes rife in might,
Thefe gates would feem too narrow for thy flight.
While yet he speaks, Eurymachus replies,
With indignation Rafhing from his eyes:
Slave, I with juftice might deferve the wrong!430
Should I not punish that opprobrious tongue,
Irreverend to the great, and uncontrol'd,
Art thou from wine, or innate folly, bold?
Perhaps these outrages from Irus flow,
A worthlefs triumph o'er a worthless foe:
He faid, and with full force a footftool threw : Whirl'd from his arm, with erring rage it flew; Ulyffes, cautious of the vengeful foe, Stoops to the ground, and difappoints the blow. Not fo a youth who deals the goblet round, Full on his fhoulders it inflicts a wound, Dafh'd from his hand the founding goblet flies, He fhricks, he reels, he falls, and breathless lies.
Then wild uproar and clamour mount the sky, Till mutual thus the peers indignant cry: Oh! had this ftranger funk to realms beneath, To the black realms of darkness and of death, Ere yet he trod these shores! to ftrife he draws Peer against peer; and what the weighty caufe? A vagabond! for him the great destroy, In vile ignoble jars, the feaft of joy.
To whom the ftern Telemachus uprofe: Gods! what wild folly from the goblet flows? Whence this unguarded opennefs of foul, But from the licence of the copious bowl? Or Heaven delufion fends: but hence, away! Force I forbear, and without force obey.
Silent, abafh'd, they hear the flern rebuke, Till thus Amphinomus the filence broke:
True are his words, and he whom truth offends, Not with Telemachus, but truth cortends; Let not the hand of violence invade The reverend ftranger, or the fpotlefs maid; Retire we hence, but crown with rofy wine The flowing goblet to the Powers divine: Guard he his guest beneath whose roof he stands, This juftice, this the focial rite demands.
The peers affent: the goblet Mulius crown'd With purple juice, and acre in order round; Each peer fucceffive his libation pours To the bleft Gods who fill th' aerial bowers; Then, fwill'd with wine, with noife the crowds obey ↑ And rushing worth tumultuous reel away.
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