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give full language, and behold their goats at rac, in religion daily arising, to great clerks only apo in all fimplicity :

pertair.ing. What liketh me built are his names'

indeed right fimple and ineet for the country' '976os óxx"ccogen tus penedoas, bice Berkūstai, such as Lobbin, Cuddy, Hobbinol, Diggen, and Τακεται οφθαλμως, ότι τραγος αυτός εγέντο. others, some of which ( have made bold to borTueoc. Id. i. 87.

Moreover, as he called his Eclogues, the

Shepherd's Calendar,"and divided the fame into Verily, as little pleasance receiveth a true home

twelve months, I have chosen (peradventure not bred talte, from all the fine finical new-fangled fooleries of this gay Gothic garniture, wherewith week, omitting Snnday, or the Sabbath, ours being

over rathly) to name mine by the days of the they so nicely bedeck their court-clowns, or clown- supposed to be Chriftian shepherds, and to be then courtiers (for which to call them rightly I wot

at church worship. Yet further, of many of Mailnot), as would a prudeut citizen journeying to his

ter Spenser's eclogues it may be observed, though country farmis, thould he find them occupied by months they be called, of the luid months therein people of this motley make, instead of plain down, nothing is ípecified; wherein I have also esteemed right hearty cleanly folk, such as be now tenants

him worthy mine imitation. to the burgesses of this realm.

That principally, courteous reader, whereof I Furthermore, it is my perpose, gentle reader, to

would have chce to be advertised (seeing I depart set before thee, as it were a picture, or rather live from tre vulgar usage), is touching the language ly ladícape of thy own country, just as thou of my fepherds; which is, foothly to say, tuch as mightest lee it, cilt thou take a walk into the is neither spoken by the country maiden, or the felds at the propei fcafon : even as Maister Milo courtly dame; nay, not only such as in the present ton hath elegantly set forth the same':

times is not uttered, but was never uttered in " As one who long in p pulous city pent,

times palt; and, ifl judge aright, will never be " Where houses thick, and fewers annoy the air, uttered in times future : it having too much of " Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe the country to be fit for the court, too much of

Among the pleafant villages and farms the court to be fit for the country; too much of Adjoin'd, from each thing net conceives de the language of old times to be fit for the present, light;

too much of the present to have been fit for the • The smell of grain, or redded grass, or kine,

old, and ton much of both to be fic for any time " Or dairy, each rural fight, each rural found.”

Granted allo it is, that in this any lan

guage I seem unto myseif as a london malop, Thou wilt not find my shepherdeffes idly piping who calculateth his work for a term of years, whea on oaten reeds, bur milking the kine, tying up the he buildcth with old materials upon a ground-reac Theaves, or, if the hogs are astray, driving them to that is not his own, which foon turns to rubbish che styes. My shepherd gathereth none other and ruinis. For this point no realon can I allege, nosegays but what are the growth of our own only deep learned ensamples having led me therca fields; he deepeth nor under myrtle shades, but unto. under a hedge; nor doth he vigilantiy defend his But here again much comfort arisech in me, focks from wolves, because there are none, as from the hopes, in that I conceive, when these Master Spensér well observcth :

words, in che course of tranfitory things, thali de. “ Well is known that, since the Saxon king,

cay, it may so hap, in nieer cime, that lome lover " Never was wolf seen, many or some,

of finplicity shall arise, who shall have the hardie ** Nor in all Kent nor in Christendum."

ness to render chele mine eclogues into Juch nie

dern dialed as shall be then understood, to which For as much as I have mentioned Mailler Spen- end gloffes and explications of uncouch pailural fer, foothly I muit acknowledge him a bard of teams are annexed. sweetest memorial. Yet hath his thepherd's boy Gemle reader, turn over the leaf, and entertain at some times raised his roftic reed to rhymes more thyself with the prospect of thine own country, rumbling than rural. Divers grave points also limned by the painful hand of thy loving countryhath hc handled of churchly matter, and doubts man,

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PROLOGUE

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE LORD VISCOUNT BOLING BROKE.

Lol, who erst bencath a tree,
Saag Bumkinet and Bowzybec,
And Blauzelind, and Marian bright,
La apron blue, or apron white,
Now write my founets in a book,
For my good Lord of Bolingbroke.
VOL. VIII.

As lads and la fres stood around
To hear my boxen hautboy found,
Our clerk came posting o'er the green
With doleful tidings of the queen ;
The queen, he said, to whom we owe
Sweat pecu, thui inaketh riches flowi

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That queen, who cas'd our tax of late,

But Lansdowne, fresh as flower of May, Was dead, alas! and lay in state.

And Berkeley, lady blithe and gay; At this, in tears was Cicely seen,

And Anglesea, whose speech exceeds Buxoma tore her pinners clean,

The voice of pipe, or oaten reeds; In doleful dumps stood every clown,

And blooming Hyde, with eyes so rare; The parfon rent his band and gown.

And Montague beyond compare : For me, when as I heard that death

Such ladies fair would I depaint, Had snatch'd queen Anne to Elizabeth,

In roundelay or fonnet quaint. I broke my reed, and fighing, swore

There many a worthy wight I've seen, I'd weep for Blouzelind no more.

In ribbon blue and ribbon green : While thus we stood as in a stound,

As Oxford, who a wand doth bear, And wet with tears, like dew the ground,

Like Moses, in our bibles fair; Full soon by bonefire and by bell

Who for our traffic forms designs, We learnt our liege was pasling well.

And gives to Britain Indian mides. A skilful leach (fo God him speed)

Now, shepherds, clip your fleecy care; They said had wrought this blessed deed.

Ye maids, your spinning-wheels prepare ; This leach Arbuthnot was yclept,

Ye weavers, all your huttles throw, Who many å night not once had flepe ; 30 And bid broad cloths and serges grow; But watch'd our gracious sovereign still ;

For trading free shall thrive again, For who could rest when she was ill?

Nor leafings lewd affright the (wain. Oh, may'st thou henceforth sweetly deep!

There faw 1 St. John, sweet of mien, Sheer, swairs, ch. sheer your foftest sheep,

Full stedfast both to church and queen ; To swell his couch ; for well I ween,

With whose fair name I'll deck my ftrain; Heav'd the realm, who lav'd the queen.

St John, right courteous to the fwain. Quoth I, please God, I'll hye with glee

For thus he told me on a day, To court, this Arbuthnot to see.

Trim are thy sonnets, gentle Gay; I sold my sheep and lambkins too,

And, certes, mirth it were to see For silver loops and garment blue ;

40 | Thy joyous madrigals twice three, My boxen hautboy, sweet of sound,

With preface meet, and notes profound, For lace that edg'd mine hat around;

Imprinted fair, and well y-bound. For lightfont and my scrip, I got

All suddenly then bome I sped, A gorgeous sword, and eke a knot.

And did ev'n as my lord had said. So forth I far'd to court with tpeed,

Lo, here thou hast mipe cclogues fair, Of soldier's drum withouten drced;

But let not these detain thine ear. For peace allays the shepherd's fear

Let not th' affairs of states and kings Of wearing cap of grenadier.'

Wait, while our Bowzybeus fings. There saw l ladies all a-row,

Rather than verse of simple swain Before their queen in seemly show.

50 should lay the trade of France or Spain ; No more I'll sing Buxoma brown,

Or for the plaint of parson's maid, Like goldfinch in her Sunday gown;

Yon emperor's packets be delay'd; Nor Clumfilis, nor Marian bright,

In sooth, I swear by holy Paul, Nor damsel thac Hobaelia hight.

I'd burn book, preface, notes, and all.

MONDAY; OR THE SQUABBLE,

LOBBIN CLOUT, CUDDY, CLODDIPOLE.

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Lobbin Clout.

O'er yonder hill does scant the dawn appear : HY younglings, Cuddy, are but just awake, Then why does Cuddy leave his cot so scar? Yo thrustles fhrill the bramble-buih forsake,

Cuddy. No chirping lark the welkin Theen invokes, Ah Lobbin Clout! I ween my plight is gueft, No damsel yet the swelling udder krokes; For he that loves, a stranger is to reft;

If fwains belie not, thou hast prov'd the smart, Ver. 3. Welkin, tbe fame as welken, an old Saxon And Blouzelinda's mistress of thy heart. so word, signifying a cloud; by joetical licence it is free

[fearce. quently taken for the element or ky, as may appear by Ver. 3. Scant, ufed in tbe ancient Britife eatber: fer this verse in the dream of Cbaucer,

Ver. 6. Rear, an exprefron in feveral counties of Ne in all the welkin was no cloud."

England, for early in the morning,

Ver. 7. To ween derived from the Saxon, to thirk Sheen or daine, an old word for shining or bright. or conceive.

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This rising rear betokeneth well thy mind, Come, Blouzelinda, ease thy swain's desire, Those arms are folded for thy Blouzelind. My summer's shadow, and my winter's fire! And well, i trow, our piteous plights agree:

Cuddy.
Thce Blouzelinda (mites, Buxoma me.

As with Buxoma once I work'd at hay,
Lobbin Clout.

Ev'n noon-tide labour seem'd an holiday ;
Ah, Blouzelind! I love thee more by half, And holidays, if haply she were gone,
Thao does their fawns, or cows the newn-fall’n Like worky-days I wilh'd would soon be done.
calf :

Eftsoons, O sweetheart kind, my love repay,
Woc worth the tongue! may blisters fore it gall, And all the year shall then he holiday. 70
That names Busoma Blouzelind withal.

Lobbin Clout.
Cuddy.

As Blouzelinda, in a gamesome mood,
Hold, witless Lobbin Clout, I thee advise, Behind a haycock loudly laughing food,
Lett blisters sore on thy own tongue arise. I Nily ran, and snatch'd a halty kiss ;
Lo, yonder, Cloddipole, the blithsome swain, She wip'd her lips, nor touk it much amiss.
The wiselt lout of all the neighbouring plain : Believe me, Cuddy, while I'm bold to say,
From Cloddipole we learn to read the skies, Her breach was sweeter than the ripen'd hay.
To know when hail will fall, or winds arise.

Cuddy.
He taught us erft the heifer's tail to view, [sue : As my Buxoma, in a morning fair,
When suck aloft, that showers would straight en With gentle finger strok'd her milky care,
He first that useful secret did explain,

I queintly stole a kiss ; at first, 'tis true,
That pricking corns foretold the gathering rain. She frown'd, yet after granted one or two.
When swallows fleet soar high, and sport in air, Lobbin, I swear, believe who will my vows,
He told us that the welkin would be clear. 30 Her breath by far excell'd the breathing cows.
Let Cloddipole then hear us twain rehearse,

Lobbin Clout. And praise his sweetheart in alternate verse.

Leck to the Welch, to Dutchmen butter's dear, I'll wager this fame oaken staff with chee,

Of irish swains potatoe is the cheer; That Cloddipole sball give the prize to me. Oats for their feasts the Scottish shepherds grind, Lobbin Clout.

Sweet turnips are the food of Blouzelind. See this tobacco-pouch, that's lind with hair, While the loves turnips, butter i'll despise, Made of the skin of Teekelt fallow-deer.

Nor leeks, nor oatmeal, nor potatoe, prize. This pouch, that's ty'd with tape of reddest hue,

Cuddy. I'll wager that the prize thall be my due.

In good roast-beef my landlord sticks his knife, Çuddy.

The capon fat delights his dainty wife, Begin thy carols then, thou vaunting souch! Pudding our parson eats, the squire loves hare, Be thine the oaken staff, or mine the pouch. 40 But white-pot thick is my Buxoma's fare. Lobbin Clout.

While he loves white-pot, capon ne'er shall be, My Blouzelinda is the blithert lass,

Nor hare, nor beef, nor pudding, food for me. Than primrose sweeter, or the clover-glass.

Lobbin Clout. Fair is the king-cup that in meadow blows, As once I play'd at blindman's buff, it hapt Fair is the daizy that beside her grows;

About my eyes the towel thick was wrapt. Fair is the gillifcwer, of gardens (weet,

I miss'd the swains, and seiz'd on Blouzelind. Fair is the marygold, for pottage meet :

True speaks that ancient proverb, “ Love is blind." But Blou zelind's than gilliflower more fair,

Cuddy.
Than daizy, marygold, or king-cup rare.

As at hot-cockles once I laid me down,
Cuddy.

And felt the weighty hand of many a clown; 100 My brown Buxoma is the feated maid,

Buxoma gave a gentle tap, and I That'e'er at wake delightsome gambol play'd. 50 Quick rose, and read soft mischief in her eye. Clean as young lambkins or the goose's down, And like the goldfinch in her Sunday gown.

Ver. 69. Eftfoons, from eft, an ancient Britis The witless lamb may sport upon the plain, word, higifying foon. So that eftloons is a doubling of The frisking kid delight the gaping swain, the word soon; ubicb is, as it were, to say, twice soon The wanton calf may skip with many a bound,

or very soon. And my cur Tray play deftest feats around; Ver. 79. Queint bas various fignifications in the anBut neither lamb, nor kid, nor calf, nor Tray, cient English authors. I have used it in this place in Dance like Busoma on the first of May.

tbe fame sense as Cbaucer batb done in bis Miller's Tale. Lobbin Claut.

As Clerkes being full subtle and queint" (by which Sweet is my toil when Blouzelind is near ; be means arch or wagyish); and not in tbat obscene Of her berest, 'tis winter all the year. 60 Sense wherein be usetb it in the line immediatelly followWith her no sulory summer's heat I know; ing In winter, when she's nigh, with love I glow.

Ver. 83.

Populus Alcidæ gratissima, Vitis laccho, Ver. 25. Erft, a contraction of ere this; it fignifies “ Formosa Myrtus Veneri, sua Laurea Phæbo, fome time ago, or formerly.

« Phillis amat Corylos. Illas dum Phillis amabit, Ver. $6. Deft, an old word, signifying brisk or " Nec Myrtus vincet Corylosacc Laurea Phæbi." simble.

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Lobbin Chout.

Ah, woful day! ah, woful noon and more!
On two near elms the flacken'd cord I hung, When first by thee my younglings white were
Now high, now low, my Blouzelinda (wung.

Thorn;
With the rude wind her run;led garment rose, Then first,' ween, I cast a lover's eye,
And show'd her taper leg, and scarlet hose. My sheep were filly, but more silly I.
Guddy.

Beneath the hears they felt no lasting finart, Across the fallen oak the plank I said,

They lost but fleeces, while I lost a heart. And nyieli poisid against the tottering mail. Ah, Colin? cant thou leave thy sweetheart truc? High leap'd the plank; adown Buxoma fell; What I have done for thee, will Cicely do! I Ipy'd—but faithful tweethearts never tell. Will the thy linen wash, or hofen daro, Lobin Claut.

And knit thce gloves made of her owo (pun yarn? This riddle, Cuddy, if thou canst explain, Will she with huswife's hand provide thy meat? 'This wily riddle puzzles every twain.

And every Sunday morn thy neckcloth plait, “ What frower is that which bears the virgin's | Which o'er thy kersey doublet spreading wide,

In service-tinie drew Cicely's eyes asi ke? “ The richelt metal joined with the same ?" ' Where'er I gad, I cannot hide my care, Cuddy.

My new disasters in my look appear. Answer, thou carle, and judge this riddle right, White as the curd my ruddy check is grown, I'll frankly own thee for a culining wight. So thin my features that I'm hardly known. " What flower is that which royal honour craves, Qur neighbours tell me oft, in joking talk, "Adjoin the virgin, and ’tis ftrown on graves ?” Of ashes, leather, oatmeal, bran, and chalk; Clodu pols.

Unwitcingly of Marian they divine, Forbear, contending louts, give o'er your strains ! And wist not that with thoughtful love I pine. An oaken itaff each merits for his pains.

Yet Colin Clout, untoward shepherd Twain, But see the sun-beams bright to labour warn, Walks whistling blithe, while pitiful I plain. And gild the thatch of goodman Hodge's barn. Whilom with thee 'twas Marian's dear delight Your herds for want of water stand a-dry, To moil all day, and merry-snake at night. They're weary of your songs and so am !. If in the soil you guide the crooked share,

Your early breakfast is my conftant care ; TUESDAY; OR, THE DITTY. And wheu with even hand you ftrow the grain,

I frighe the thievish rooks from off the plain. Marian.

In milling days, when I my thresher heard, Young Colin Clout, a lad of peerless meed, With nappy beer I to the barn repair'd; Full well could dance, and deftly tune the reed; Lost in the music of the whirling flail, In every wood his carols (weet were known, To gaze on thee I left the smoking pail: At every wake his nimble feats were shown. In harveit when the sun was mounted high, When in the ring the rullic routs he threw, My leathern bottle did thy draught supply;

lo The damfels' pleasures with his conquests grew; Whene'er you mow'd, I follow'd with the sake, Or when allant the cudgel threats his head, And have full oft been fun-burnt for thy fake : His danger fmites the breast of every maid, When in the welkin gathering showers werc feco, But chief of Marian, Marian lov'd the swain, I lagg’d the last with Calin on the green; The parson's maid, and neatest of the plain; And when at eve returning with thy car, Mariin, that loft could itroke the udder'd cow, Awaiting heard the jingling bells from far, Or lefica with her fieve the barley-niow;

Straight on the fire the sooty pot I placid, Marbled with sage the hardeuing cheese the press'd, To warm thy broth I burnt my hands for haste. And yellow butter Marian's skill confess'd; When hungry thou stood't staring, like an oal, But Marian now, devoid of country cares, I flic'd the luncheon from the barley-loaf; 19 Nor yellow butter, nor fage cheese, prepares; With crumbled bread I thicken'd well thy mess. Por yearning love the witless maid employs, Ah, love me more, or love thy pottage less! And love, say Twains," all buty heed destroys." Last Friday's eve, when as the sun was fet, Colin makes nock at all her piteous smart; 1, near yon stile, three fallow gypfies met. Alafs that Cicely highe had won his heart, Upon my hand they call a poring look, Cicely the western lals that tends the kee,

Bid me beware, and thrice their heads they shook: The rival of the parton's maid was she.

They said that many cruffes I must prove; In drcary shade'now Marian lies along,

Some in my wordly gain, but not in love. And, mixt with tighs, thus wails in plaining song: Nexe morn I miss'd three hens and our old cock,

And off the hedge two pinners and a smock; 83 Ver. 103-110 were not in the early editions, I bore these lofies with a Chriftian mind, Ver. 113. Marygold.

And no mishaps could feel while thou wert kind. Ver. 117. Rosemary.

But since, alas! I grew my Colin's scorn, " Dic quibus in terris inscripti nomina Regum Help me, ye gypsies; bring him home again,

I've known no pleasure, night, or noon, or morne * Nascantur Flores.” -VIRG.

And to a conitant lass give back her fwaina Ver. 120. “ Et vitula tu dignus et hic."-VIRG. Have I not sat with thee full many a night, $1.22. Kce, a wefi country word for king or cows. When dying embers were our only light,

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When every creature did in flumbers lie, Yet suffer me, thou bard of wond'rous meed,
Beldes our cat, my Colin Clout, and I ? 90 Amid thy bays to weave this rural weed.
No troublous thoughts the cat or Colin move, Now the sun drove adown the weitern road,
While I alone am kepe awake by love.

And oxen laid at rett furgot the goad,
Remember, Colin, when at last year's wake The clown fatigued trudg'd homeward with his
I bought the costly present for thy fake;

spade, Could'ít thou spell o'er the poly on thy knife, Across the meadows ftretch'd che lengthen'd fade; And with another change thy state of life? When Sparabella, pensive and forlorn, If thou forget'it, I wot, I can repeat,

Alike with yearning love and labour worn, My memory can tell the verse so iweet :

Lean'dd on her rake, and itraight with dolefulguise " As this is grav'd upon this knife of chine, Did this sad plaint in mournful notes devise. “ So is thy image on this heart of mine." 100 Come night as dark as pitch, furround my head, But woe is me ! such presents luckless prove, From Sparabella Bumkinet is fled; For knives, they tell me, always sever love,

The ribbon that his valorous cudgel won, Thus Marian wail'd, her eyes with tears brim Last Sunday happier Clumsilis put on.

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Sure if he'd eyes (but love they fay has none) When Goody Dobbins brought her cow to bull. I whilom by that ribbon had been known. With apron blue to dry her tears she fought ; Ah, well-a-day! I'm Ment with baneful smart, Then saw the cow weil serv'd, and took a groat,

For with the ribbon he dciow'd his heart.

“ My plaint, ye lases, with this burthen aid,

“'Tis hard so true a damfel dies a maid." WEDNESDAY; OR, THE DUMPS *.

Shall heavy Clumbilis with me compare?

View this, ye lovers, and like me despair.
Sparabella.

Her blubber'd lip by smully pipts is worn,
The wailings of a maiden I recite,

And in her breath tobacco whiti's are borne: 40 A maiden fair that Sparabella hight.

The cleanly cheese.pn she could never turn, Such strains ne'er warble in the linnet's throat, Her aukward fit did ne'er employ the churn; Nor the gay goldfinch chaunts so sweet a note. Ife'er she brew'd, the drink your straight go four, No magpye chatter'd, nor the painted jay, Before it ever felt the to

wer; No ox was heard low, nor ais to bray ;

No housewifery the do

re knew; No rustling breezes play'd the leaves among, To sum up all, her ton

d the shrew. While thus her madrigal the damsel sung.

"My plaint, ye lafe, Durthen aid, A while, o d'Orfey, lend an ear or twain “'Tis hard so true a dauelawa maid." Nor, though in homely guise, my verse disdain ; 10 I've often seen my silage in yon lake, Whether thou feek'it new kingdoms in the sun, Nor are my features of the homeliest make : Whether thy muse does at Newmarket run, Though Clumsilis may boat a whiter dye, Or does with gollips at a featt regale,

Yet the black lloc turns in my rolling eye; And heighten her conceits with fack and ale, And faireft blossoms drop with every blaft, Or else at wakes with Joan and Hodge rejoice, But the brown beauty will like hollies last. Where d'Urfey's lyrics swell in every voice; Fler wan complexion's like the wither'd leek,

While Katherine pears adorn my ruddy check. Dumps, or dumbs, made use of to express a fit of | Yet Me, alas! the witless lout hath won, the fullens. come bave pretended that it is derived from And by her gain poor Syarabell's undone! Damnops, a king of Egypt, tbat built a pyramid, and died Let hares and hounds in coupling straps unice. 59 of melancboly. So mopes, after the same manner, is The clucking hen make friendlhip with the kite ; ebeugbt to bare come from Merops, another Egyptian ding, tbat died of the fame difemper. But our Engliß Ver. 17. Mced, an old word for fame or renown, antiquaries have conjectured that dumps, which is a Ver. 18. grierous heavineis of spirits, comes from the word mo" Hanc fine tempora circun dumplin, the heavieft kind of pudding that is eaten in this “ Inter vidrices ederam tibi ferpere lauros.” intry; much used in Norfolk, and other counties of

VIRG. England.

Ver. 25. “ Incumbens tereti Damon sit cæpit

" olivæ.” VIRG. " Immemor herbarum quos est mirata juvenca Ver. 33. Shent, an old word, signifying hurt or "Certantes, quorum ftupefa&tz carmine lynces, harmed. " Et mutata fuos requiêrunt flumina cursus." Ver. 37. “ Mopso Nisa datur, quid non spere

VIRG.

“ mus amartes?"Virg.

“ Nec fum adeo informis, nuper me in " Tu mihi, feu magni superas jam fuxa Timavi,

« littore vidi.”. Virg. * Sive oram lyrici legis æquoris--"----Virg.

“ Alba ligustra cadunt, vaccinia nigra Ulr. 11. An opera written by ibis author, called,

leguntur." VIRG. " The World in the sun, or the Kingdom of Birds ;" be is also famous for bis jerg on the Necvmarket borse " Jungentur jam gryphes equis; ævoque fequenti tart, and fozeral otbers tiro are fung by the British “ Cum canibus timidi veniunt ad pocula damæ." Suisse

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Ver. 9.

Ver. 49.

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Ver. 59.

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