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be so good, sir, to rise and be put to death. Both Barnardine and Claudio: Ere twice

Barnar. (Within.) Away, you rogue, away; I The sun hath made his journal greeting to am sleepy.

The under generation, you shall find Abhor. Tell him, he must awake, and that your safety mamfested. quickly too.

Prov. I am your free dependant. Clo. Pray, master Barnardine, awake till you are Diike.

Quick, despatch, executed, and sleep afterwards.

And send the head to Angelo. (Exil Provost. Abhor. Go in to him, and fetch him out. Now will I write letters to Angelo,

Clo. He is coming, sir, he is coming; I hear his The provost, he shall bear them, “whose contents straw rustle.

Shall witness to him, I am near at home;
Enter Barnardine.

And that, by great injunctions, I am bound

To enter publicly: him I'll desire Abhor. Is the axe upon the block, sirrah? To meet me at the consecrated fount, Clo. Very ready, sir.

A league below the city; and from thence, Barnar. How now, Abhorson ? what's the news By cold gradation and weal-balanced form, with you?

We shall proceed with Angelo. Abhor. Truly, sir, I would desire you to clap into your prayers; for, look you, the warrant's come.

Re-enter. Provost. Barnar. You rogue, I have been drinking all Prov. Here is the head; I'll carry it myself, night, I am not fitted for't.

Duke. Convenient is it : Make a swift return; Clo. O, the better, sir; for he that drinks all for I would commune with you of such things, night, and is hang'd betimes in the morning, may That want no ear but yours. sleep the sounder all the next day.


I'll make all speed. Enter Duke.


Isab. (Wilhin.) Peace, ho, be here ! Abhor. Look you, sir, here comes your ghostly Duke. The tongue of Isabel :-She's come to father; do we jest now, think you ?

know, Duke. Sir, induced by my charity, and hearing If yet her brother's pardon be come hither: how hastily you are to depart, I am come to advise But I will keep her ignorant of her good, you, comfort you, and pray with you.

To make her heavenly comforts of despair, Barnar. Friar, not 1; I have been drinking hard When it is least expected. all night, and I will have more time to prepare me, or they shall beat out my brains with billets: I will

Enter Isabella. not consent to die this day, that's certain. Duke. O, sir, you must : and therefore, I be

Isab. Ho, by your leave.

Duke. Good morning to you, fair and gracious Look forward on the journey you shall go.

daughter. Barnar. I swear, I will not die to-day for any Hath yet the deputy sent my brother's pardon ?

Isab. The better, given me by so holy a man. man's persuasion. Duke. But hear you,

Duke. He hath' releas'd him, Isabel, from the Barnar. Not a word; if you have any thing to

say to me, come to my ward; for thence will not 1 His head is off, and sent to Angelo.

(Exit. Isab. Nay, but it is not so.

It is no other:
Enter Provost.

Show your wisdom, daughter, in your close pa

tience. Duke. Unfit to live, or die : 0, gravel heart!-After him, fellows; bring him to the block.

Isab. O, I will to him, and pluck out his eyes. (Ereunt Abhorson and Clown.

Duke. You shall not be admitted to his sight. Prov. Now, sir, how do you find the prisoner ? Isab. Unhappy Claudio! Wretched Isabel !

Drike. A creature unprepar'd, unmeet for death; Injurious world! Most damned Angelo! And, to transport him in the mind he is,

Duke. This nor hurts him, nor profits you a jot: Were damnable.

Forbear it therefore ; give your cause to Heaven. Prov. Here in the prison, father,

Mark what I say; which you shall find, There died this morning of a cruel fever

By every syllable, a faithful verity: One Ragozine, a most notorious pirate,

The duke comes home to-morrow ;-nay, dry your A man of Claudio's years; his beard, and head,

eyes; Just of his colour: What if we do omit

One of our convent, and his confessor, This reprobate, till he were well inclin'd;

Gives me this instance: Already he hath carried And satisfy the deputy with the visage

Notice to Escalus and Angelo; Of Ragozine, more like to Claudio 1

Who do prepare to meet him at the gates, Duke. O, 'eis an accident that Heaven provides ! There to give up their power. If you can, pace Despatch it presently; the hour draws on

your wisdom Prefix'd by Angelo: See, this be done,

In that good path that I would wish it go ;
And sent according to command; whiles I And you shall have your bosomo on this wretch,
Persuade this rude wretch willingly to die.

Grace of the duke, revenges to your heart,
Prov. This shall be done, good father, presently. And general honour.
But Barnardine must die this afternoon :


I am directed by you. And how shall we continue Claudio,

Duke. This letter then to friar Peter give; To save me from the danger that might come,

'Tis that he sent me of the duke's return : If he were known alive?

Say, by this token, I desire his company Duke. Let this be done ;-Put them in secret At Mariana's house to night. Her cause, and yours, holds,

I'll perfect him withal; and he shall bring you

Before the duke ; and to the head of Angelo (1) The antipodes. (2) Your heart's desire. Accuse him home, and home. For my poor sell,

seech you,

ye well.

I am combined by a sacred vow,

The law against it 1-But that her tender shame And shall be absent. Wend' you with this letter : Will not proclaim against her maiden loss, Command these fretting waters from your eyes How might she tongue me? Yet reason dares With a light heart; trust not my holy order,

her I-Do:
If I pervert your course. Who's here ? For my authority bears a credent bulk,

That no particular scandal once can touch,
Enter Lucio.

But it confounds the breather. He should have liv'd, Lucio.

Good even ! Save that his riotous youth, with dangerous sense, Friar, where is the provost ?

Might, in the times to come, have ta'en revenge, Duke.

Not within, sir. By so receiving a dishonour'd lise, Lucio. O, pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine With ransom of such shame. ''Would yet he heart, to see thine eyes so red: thou must be pa

had liv'd! tient! I am fain to dine and sup with water and Alack, when once our grace we have forgot, bran; I dare not for my head fill my belly; one Nothing goes right; we would and we would not. fruitsul meal would set me to't : But they say the

(Exil. duke will be here to-morrow. By my troth, Isabel, I lov'd thy brother : if the old fantastical' duke 01 SCENE V.-Fields without the town. Enter dark corners had been at home, he had lived.

Duke in his own habit, and Friar Peter.

(Erit Isabella.! Duke. These letters at fit time deliver me, Duke. Sir, the duke is marvellous little beholden

(Giring letters. to your reports; but the best is, he lives not in them. The provost knows our purpose, and our plot.

Lucio. Friar, thou knowest not the duke so well The matter being afoot, keep your instruction, as I do: he's a better woodman than thou takest And hold you ever to our special drist; him for. Duke. Well, you'll answer this one day. Fare As cause doth minister. Go, call at Flavius' house,

Though sometimes you do blench from this to that,

And tell him where I stay: give the like notice, Lucio. Nay, tarry; I'll go along with thee; I To Valentinus, Rowland, and to Crassus, can tell thee pretty tales of the duke.

And bid them bring the trumpets to the gate ; Duke. You have told me too many of him al- But send me Flavius first. ready, sir, if they be true; is not true, none were F. Peter.

It shall be speeded

well. cnough.

(Eril Friar. Lucio. I was once before him for getting a wench

Enter Varrius. with child.

Duke. I thank thee, Varrius; thou hast made Duke. Did you such a thing ?

good haste; Lucio. Yes, marry, did I: but was fain to for- Come, we will walk: There's other of our friends swear it; they would else have married me to the Will greet us here anon, my gentle Varrius. (Ere. rotten medlar.

Duke. Sir,, your company is fairer than honest : SCENE VI.-Street near the city gate. Enter Rest you well.

Isabella and Mariana. Lucio. By my troth, I'll go with thee to the lane's end : !f bawdy talk offend you, we'll have

Isab. To speak so indirectly, I am loath; very little of it: Nay, friar, I am a kind of burr, I would say the truth; but to accuse him so, shall stick.


That is your part: yet I am advis'd to do it;

He says, to veil fulle purpose. SCENE IV. A room in Angelo's house. Enter Mari.

Be rul'd by him. Angelo and Escalus.

Isab. Besides, he tells me, that, is peradventure Escal. Every letter he hath writ hath dis- I should not think it strange: for 'tis a physic,

He speak against me on the adverse side, vouch'da other.

That's bitter to sweet end. Ang. In most uneven and distracted manner. His

Mari. I would, friar Peter,actions show much like to madness: pray Heaven, Isab. his wisdom be not tainted! And why meet himn at

0, peace; the friar is come. the gates, and re-deliver our authorities there?

Enter Friar Peter. Escal. I guess not.

F. Peter. Come, I have found you out a stand Ang. And why should we proclaim it in an hour most fit, before his entering, that if any crave redress of injus- Where you may have such

vantage on the duke, tice, they should exhibit their petitions in the street ? He shall not pass you: Twice have the trumpets

Escal. He shows his reason for that: to have a sounded; despatch of complaints; and to deliver us from The generous and graveșt citizens devices hereafter, which shall then have no power Have hent'' the gates, and very near upon to stand against us.

The duke is ent'ring; therefore hence, away. (Exe. Ang. Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaim'd: Betimes i' the morn, I'll call you at your house : Give notice to such men of sort and suit,

ACT V. As are to meet him.

Escal. I shall, sir: sare you well. [Erit. SCENE I.A prblic place near the city gate. Ang. Good night. -

Mariana (veiled,) Isabella, and Peter, ai a disThis deed unshapes me quite, makes me unpreg. lance. Enter al opposite doors, Duke, Varrills, nant,

Lords; Angelo, Escalus, Lucio, Provost, OffiAnd dull to all proceedings. A deflower'd maid ! cers, and Citizens. And by an eminent body, that enforc'a

Duke. My very worthy cousin, fairly met :(1) Go. (2) Contradicted. (3) Figure and rank. Calls, challenges her to do it.

(7) Start off. (8) Availful. (9) Adrentage. 8) Credit unquestionable. (6) Utterer. (10) Most noble.

(11) Seized.

Sur old and faithful friend, we are glad to see you. In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms,
Ang. & Escal. Happy return be to your royal Be an arch-villain : believe it, royal prince,

If he be less, he's nothing; but he's more,
Duke. Many and hearty thankings to you both. Had I more name for badness.
We have made inquiry of you; and we hear Duke.

By mine honesty,
Such goodness of your justice, that our soul If she be mad (as I believe no other,)
Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks, Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense,
Forerunning more requital.

Such a dependency of thing on thing, Ang.

You make my bonds still greater. As e'er I heard in madness. Duke. O, your desert speaks loud; and I should Isab.

O, gracious duke, wrong it,

Harp not on that; nor do not banish reason To lock it in the wards of covert bosom,

For inequality : but let your reason serve When it deserves with characters of brass To make the truth appear, where it seems hid; A forted residence, 'gainst the tooth of time, And hide the false, seems true. And razure of oblivion : Give me your hand, Duke.

Many that are not mad, And let the subject see, to make them know Have, sure, more lack of reason. What would That outward courtesies would fain proclaim

you say? Favours that keep within.-Come, Escalus;

Isab. I am the sister of one Claudio, You must walk by us on our other hand ;- Condemnu'd upon the act of fornication And good supporters are you.

To lose his head; condemn'd by Angelo :

1, in probation of a sister hood, Friar Peter and Isabella come forward. Was sent to by my brother : One Lucio

As then the messenger ;F. Peter. Now is your time; speak loud, and


That's I, an't like your grace a kneel before him.

I came to her from Claudio, and desir'd her Isab. Justice, 0, royal duke! Vail' your regard To try her gracious fortune with lord Angelo, Upon a wrong'd, I'd fåin have said, a maid !

For her poor brother's pardon. o worthy prince, dishonour not your eye


That's he indeed. By throwing it on any other object,

Duke. You were not bid to speak. Till you have heard me in my true complaint, Lucio.

No, my good lord ; And give me, justice, justice, justice, justice ! Nor wish'd to hold my peace. Duke. Relate your wrongs : In what? By whom?


I wish you now then; Be brief: Here is lord Angelo shall give you justice ;

Pray you, take note of it: and when you have

A business for yourself, pray heaven, you then Reveal yourself to him.

Be perfect. Isab.

0, worthy duke,


I warrant your honour. You bid me seek redemption of the devil :

Duke. The warrant's for yourself; take heed Hear me yourself; for that which I must speak

to it. Must either punish me, not being believ'd,

Isab. This gentleman told somewhat of my tale. Or wring redress from you: hear me, 0, hear me, Lucio. Right. here.

Duke. It may be right; but you are in the wrong Ang. My lord, her wits, I fear me, are not firm: To speak before your time.--Proceed. She hath been a suitor to me for her brother,


I went Cut off by course of justice.

To this pernicious caitiff deputy. Isab.

By course of justice!

Duke. That's somewhat madly spoken. Ang. And she will speak most bitterly, and Isab.

Pardon it; strange.

The phrase is to the matter. Isab. Most strange, but yet most truly, will i

Duke. Mended again: the matter :-Proceed. speak:

Isab. In brief,—to set the needless process by, That Angelo's forsworn; is it not strange ?

How I persuaded, how I pray'd, and kneelid, That Angelo's a murderer; is't not strange?

How he refelld me, and how I reply'd ; That Angelo is an adulterous thief,

(For this was of much length,) the vile conclusion A hypocrite, a virgin-violator;

I now begin with grief and shame to utter:

He would not, but by gift of my chaste body Duke.

Nav, ten times strange. To his concupiscible intemperate lust, Isab. It is not truer he is Angelo,

Release my brother; and, after much debatement, Than this is all as true as it is strange :

My sisterly remorse* contutes mine honour, Nay, it is ten times true; for truth is truth

And I did yield to him: But the next morn betimes, To the end of reckoning, Drike. A way with her :- Poor soul, For my poor brother's head.

His purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant She speaks this in the infirmity of sense.


This is most likely! Isab. O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believ'st

Isab. O, that it were as like, as it is true ! There is another comfort than this world,

Duke. By heaven, fonds wretch, thou know'st That thou neglecl me not, with that opinion

not what thou speak'st; That I ain touch'd with madness: make not im- Or else thou art suborn'd against his honour,

possible That which but seems unlike : 'tis not impos. Stands without blemish: next, it imports no reason,

In hateful practice:&Firsi, his integrity sible.

That with such vehemency he should pursue But one, the wicked'st caitiff on the ground,

Faults proper to himself: if he had so offended, May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute,

He would have weich'd thy brother by himself, As Angelo; even so may Angelo,

And not have cut him off: Some one hath set you as: (1) Lower. (2) Habits and characters of office. 18) Refuted. (4) Pity. (5) Foolish.

(6) Conspiracy.



some cause

Confess the truth, and say by whose advice Duke.

Are you a maid ? Thou cam'st here to complain.


No, my lord Isab.

And is this all ? Duke. A widow then ? Then, oh, you blessed ministers above,


Neither, my lord. Keep me in patience; and, with ripen'd time, Duke.

Why, you Unfold the evil which is here wrapl up

Are nothing then:-Neither maid, widow, nor wile? In countenance !-Heaven shield your grace from Lucio. My lord, she may be a punk; for many

of them are neither maid, widow, nor wife. As I, thus wrong'd, hence unbelieved go!

Duke. Silence that fellow: 'I would, he had Duke. I know, you'd fain be gone :- An officer ! To prison with her ;-Shall we ihus permit To prattle for himself. A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall

Lucio. Well, my lord. On him so near us? This needs must be a practice. Muri. My lord, Ido confess I ne'er was married ; -Who knew of your intent, and coming hither? And, I confess, besides, I am no maid :

Isab. One that I would were here, triar Lodowick. I have known my husband ; yet my husband knows Duke. A ghostly father, belike :-Who knows

not, that Lodowick?

That ever he knew me. Lucio. My lord, I know him; 'tis a meddling friar; Lucio. He was drunk then, my lord; it can be I do not like the man: had he been lay, my lord, no better. For certain words he spake against your grace

Duke. For the benefit of silence, 'would thou In your retirement, I had swingd' him soundly. wert so too. Duke. Words against me? This' a good friar, Lucio. Well, my lord. belike!

Duke. This is no witness for lord Angelo. And to set on this wretched woman here

Mari. Now I come to’t, my lord : Against our substitute ?-Let this friar be found. She, that accuses him of fornication, Lucio. But yesternight, my lord, she and that in self-same manner doth accuse my husband; friar

And charges him, my lord, with such a time, I saw them at the prison : a saucy friar,

When I'll depose 'I had him in mine arms, A very scurvy fellow.

With all the effect of love. F. Peter. Blessed be your royal grace! Ang:

Charges she more than me? I have stood by, my lord, and I have heard

Mari, Not that I know, Your royal ear abus'd: First, hath this woman Duke.

No? you say, your husband. Most wrongfully accus'd your substitute ;

Mari. Why, just, my lord, and ihat is Angelo, Who is as free from touch or soil with her, Who thinks, he knows, that he ne'er knew my body, As she from one ungot.

But knows, he thinks, that he knows Isabel's. Duke.

We did believe no less. Ang. This is a strauge abuse:--Let's see thy Know you that friar Lodowick, that she speaks of?

face. F. Peter. I know him for a man divine and holy; Mari. My husband bids me; now I will unmask. Not scurvy, nor a temporary meddler,

(Unveiling As he's reported by this gentleman;

This is that face, thou cruel Angelo, And, on my trust, a man that never yet

Which, once thou swor’st, was worth the lookDid, as he vouches, misreport your grace.

ing on : Lucio. My lord, most villanously; believe it. This is the hand, which, with a vow'd contract, F. Peter. Well, he in time may come to clear Was fast belock'd in thine ; this is the body himself;

That took away the match from Isabel, But at this instant he is sick, my lord,

And did supply thee at thy garden-house, or a strange sever : Upon his mere? request

in her imagind person. (Being come to knowledge that there was complaint


Know you this woman? Intended 'gainst lord Anrelo,) came I hither,

Lucio. Carnally, she says. To speak, as from his mouth, what he doih know Duke,

Sirrah, no more. Is true, and false ; and what he with his oath, Lucio. Enough, my lord. And all probation, will make up full clear,

Ang. My lord, I must confess, I know this woWhensoever he's convented.: First, for this woman

man; (To justify this worthy nobleman,

And, five years since, there was some speech of So vulgarly+ and persomally accus'd,)

marriage Her shall you hear disproved to her eyes,

Betwixt myself and her ; which was broke off, Till she herself confess it.

Parily, for that her promised proportions Duke.

Good friar, let's hear it. Came short of composition ;6 but, in chief, (Isabella is carried off, guarded; and for that her reputation was disvalued Mariana comes forward.

In levity: since which time of five years,

I never spake with her, saw her, nor hear from her, Do you not smile at this, lord Angelo ?

Upon my faith and honour. O heaven! the vanity of wretched fools !


Noble prince, Give us some seats. Come, cousin Angelo; As there comes light from heaven, and words fror. In this I'll be impartial; be you judge

breath, of your own cause.- Is this the witness, friar? As there is sense in truth, and truth in virtue, First, let her show her face; and, after speak. I am affianc'd this man's wise, as strongly

Mari. Pardon, my lord; I will not show my face, As words could make up vows: and, my good lord, Until my husband bid me.

But Tuesday night last gone, in his garden-house, Duke.

What, are you married ? He knew me as a wife: As this is true Mari. No, my lord.

Let me in safety raise me from my knees;

(1) Beat,
14) Publicly.

(2) Simple.

(3) Convened.

(5) Deception.

(6) Her fortune fell short.

Or else for ever be confixed here,

Escal. How! know you where you are? A marble monument !

Duke. Respect to your great place ! and let the Ang. I did but smile till now;

devil Now, good my lord, give ine the scope of justice; Be some time honour'd for his burning throne :My patience here is touch'd: I do perceivc, Where is the duke ? 'tis he should hear me speak. These poor informal' women are no more

Escal. The duke's in us; and we will hear you But instruments of some more mightier member,

speak: That sets them on : Let me have way, my lord, Look, you speak justly. To find this practice? out.

Duhe. Boldly, at least :-But, 0, poor souls, Duke,

Ay, with my heart; Coine you to seek the lamb here of the fox ? And punish them unto your height of pleasure. Good night to your redress. Is the duke gone ? Thou foolish friar; and thou pernicious woman, Then is your cause gone too. The duke's unjust, Compact with her that's gone! think'st thou, thy Thus to retort your manifest appeal, oaths,

And put your trial in the villain's mouth, Though they would swear down each particular which here you come to accuse. saint,

Lucio. This is the rascal; this is he I spoke of. Were testimonies against his worth and credit, Escal. Why, thou unreverend and unhallow'd That's sealed in approbation?-You, lord Escalus, friar! Sit with my cousin ; lend him your kind pains Is't not enough, thou hast suborn'd these women To find out this abuse, whence 'tis deriv’d. To accuse this worthy man; but, in foul mouth, There is another friar that set them on;

And in the witness of his proper ear, Let him be sent for.

Te call him villain? F. Peter. Would he were here, my lord; for he, And then to glance from him to the duke himself; indeed,

Totax him with injustice ?-Take him hence ; Hath set the women on to this complaint: To the rack with him:-We'll touze you joint by Your provost knows the place where he abides,

joint, And he may fetch him.

But we will know this purpose :-What! unjust ? Duke, Go, do it instantly.- (Eril Provost. Duke. Be not so hot; the duke And you, my noble and well-warranted cousin, Dare no more stretch this finger of mine, than he Whom it concerns to hear this matter forth, Dare rack his own; his subject am I not, Do with your injuries as seems you best,

Nor here provincial:5 My business in this state In any chastisement: I for a while

Made me a looker-on here in Vianna, Will leave you; but stir not you, till you have where I have seen corruption boil and bubble, well

Tili it o'er-run the ster: laws, for all faults; Determined upon these slanderers.

But faults so countenanc'd, that the strong statutes Escal. My lord, we'll do it thoroughly.-! Exil Stand like the forfeits in a barber's shop, Duke.) Signior Lucio, did not you say, you knew As much in mock as mark. that friar Lodowick to be a dishonest person ?

Escal. Slander to the state! Away with him to Lucio. Cucullus non facit monachuin: honest in prison. nothing, but in his clothes ; and one that hath spoke Ang. What can you vouch against him, signior most villanous speeches of the duke.

Lucio ? Escal. We shall entreat you to abide here till Is this the man that you did tell us of? he come, and enforce them against himn: we shall Lucio. 'Tis he, my lord.-Come hither, goodman find this friar a notable fellow.

bald-pate: Do you know me? Lucio. As any in Vienna, on my word.

Duke. I remember you, sir, by the sound of your Escal. Call that same Isabel here once again ; voice: 1 met you at the prison, in the absence of [To an allendant.] I would speak with her: Pray ihe duke. you, my lord, give me leave to question ; you shall

Lucio. O, did you so? And do you remember see how I'll handle her.

what you said of the duke ? Lucio. Not be ter than he, by her own report.

Duke. Most notedly, sir. Escal. Say you?

Lucio. Do you so, sir ? And was the duke a flesh. Lucio. Marry, sir, I think, if you handled her monger, a fool, and a coward, as you then reported privately, she would sooner 'confess; perchance, him to be ? publicly she'll be ashamed.

Duke. You must, sir, change persons with me,

ere you make that my report: you, indeed, spoke Re-enler Oficers, with Isabella; the Duke, in the so of him; and much more, much worse. friar's habil, and Provost.

Lucio. O thou damnable fellow ! Did not I pluck

thee by the nose, for thy speeches ? Escal. I will go darkly to work with her. Duke. I protest I love the duke, as I love mysell.

Lucio. That's the way; for women are light at Ang. Hark! how the villain would close now, midnight.

after his treasonable abuses. Escal. Come on, mistress: (To Isabella.) here's Escal. Such a fellow is not to be talk'd withal :a gentlewoman denies all that you have said. Away with him to prison :- Where is the provost ?

Lucio. My lord, here comes the rascal I spoke Away with him to prison; lay bolts enough upon of; here, with the provost.

him; let him speak no more. Away with those Escal.' In very good time:--speak not you to giglotse too, and with the other confederate comhim, till we call upon you.

panion. [The Provost lays hands on the Duke. Lucio. Mum.

Duke. Stay, sir; stay a while, Escal. Come, sir: Did you set these women on Ang. What! resists he? Help him, Lucio. to slander lord 'Angelo ? they have confess'd you Lucio. Come, sir; come, sir; come, sir ; foh, üd.

sir : Why, you bald-pated, lying rascal! you must Duke. 'Tis false.

be hooded, must you ? Show your knave's visage, (1) Crazy. (2) Conspiracy. (3) To the end. |(1) Reser back. (5) Accountable. (6) Wantons.

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