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                        The Return of Alcestis:
                         A Play in One Act: by
                           Laurence Housman




                        Samuel French: Publisher
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                Copyright, 1916, by LAURENCE HOUSMAN




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                      THE RETURN OF ALCESTIS.




                         DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

  ALCESTIS
  HER NURSE
  HER DAUGHTER
  HER ATTENDANTS
  CHORUS OF WOMEN
  ADMETUS
  PHERES (_his father_)
  EUMELOS (_his son_)
  HIS ATTENDANT
  CHORUS OF MEN
  HYMEN




                      THE RETURN OF ALCESTIS


  SCENE:--_A chamber in the house of_ ADMETUS, _King of Pheræ. Across
      the center, backed by pillars, stretches a high screen, with
      curtained entrances at back to right and left. Before it stands
      the bridal couch, in front of which is a chair facing the
      audience. Down-stage at center, on a lower level, is the domestic
      altar. By the altar stands_ HYMEN _bearing a torch_.


    HYMEN.--
  House of Admetus, whom the Gods befriend,
  Peace be within your gates, and joy attend
  On this day’s bridal! For now Pheres’ son,
  Helped by the hand of Heracles, hath won
  Back from the tomb his wife, who blameless died
  That he might live; and, to reclaim his bride,
  Comes now where, lo, the nuptial feast is spread.
  So shall fruit crown once more the marriage-bed,
  And to his loins give sons, and thence make strong
  The breed of his great race; for whom, when song
  Was hushed in Heaven, Phoebus, the sun-bright God,
  Did shepherd-service, and inglorious trod
  These walls within. To him the God then gave
  This promise, that he should not see the grave,
  If, of free-will, one, offering in his stead,
  Rendered the debt. So passed she to the dead:
  But comes again upraised. Therefore, ’tis meet
  That they which mourned should dance, and mouths make sweet
  Music about this chamber, decked and dight
  For fruitful wedlock: whereto I bring light,
  And warmth, and blessing. So may surer bliss,
  And through long years, attend the marriage kiss,
  Which here now is to be.

               (_Exit_ HYMEN. _Enter_ CHORUS OF WOMEN.)

    1ST SEMI-CHORUS.--
  As the springs, and the rains, and the rivers
  Of hills, that replenish the earth,
  Sink and are lost, yet rise and return
  To the land of their birth;
    And freshen with streams and showers
    All herbs and flowers
  Which yearn:

    2ND SEMI-CHORUS.--
  So thou, O fairest of givers,
    Life-bringer, light-bearer to men,
  With hands most tender to save,
    And face by the terrors of death
  Unappalled, and by love made brave,

    1ST SEMI-CHORUS.--
  And with lips for the spending of breath
    More quick than the lips of a runner
    Whose feet are set to the goal:

              (_Enter_ NURSE _bearing wedding raiment_.)

    CHORUS.--
  So thou, our dearest and best,
    Art risen again from the grave;
  And the land at thy coming is blest.

    2ND SEMI-CHORUS.--
  And for thee, befriended of fate,
    My grief and sorrow were vain;
  So with joy in my heart I wait,
    Till eyes behold thee again.

    CHORUS LEADER.--
  Nurse of our mistress, wherefore dost thou stand
  Silent before us, holding in thy hand
  The wedding raiment? Dost thou not hail the day?

                (_The_ NURSE _lets fall the raiment_.)

  Oh! What means this?

    NURSE.--
  That having naught to say
  Of good, I would be mute!

    LEADER.--
  From what black bough of evil falls that fruit
  Of speech so darkly uttered?

    NURSE.--
  Peace, let be!
  The Gods drive home their gift. Soon shall ye see
  Our mistress come forth to your midst again.

    LEADER.--
  Redeemed from death?

    NURSE.--
  Yea, for she lies not slain.

    LEADER.--
  Thy words sound strange!--But living, thou hast said?

    NURSE.--
  Aye, surely living, since she is not dead.

    LEADER.--
  Speak, mother: hast thou aught to tell of woe?

    NURSE.--
  Ye women, I speak only as I know.
  She that was dead now lives: gracious of form,
  Gentle of face is she; her hands are warm
  To my hands holding them; she feels no pain;
  Death on her beauty has not left a stain;
  But pure, but perfect, as on the day she died,
  So have I found her,--lovely as when a bride
  First came she to this chamber of our lord.

    LEADER.--
  All that thou sayest is good!

    NURSE.--
  I speak no word,
  Women, but as I know. Ah! God, these eyes
  Which knew her as a child!--They that be wise,
  Dying, let them stay dead!

                          (_Exit_ NURSE.)

    LEADER.--
  O Women, all ye that have heard,
  What comfort find ye in this word----
  ‘Let the dying stay dead’?

    CHORUS.--
  Earth is old, Time is long,
    And the days that we live are few.
  Many arise, and are born,
  They mount and wax strong,
  Stand thick together like corn;
    But to them death cometh anew.
  They are reaped, and are borne to the grave:
      Men know them no more.

    2ND SEMI-CHORUS.--
  Yet a gift from the Gods was breath,
    Not a curse, O sister, O friend!
    For the search of my heart hath shown
  How life is sweet to the taste;
    And the sorrow that waits in the end
  For the feet which haste
    Is death!
    God gave me a little breath:
  Shall I not cleave to it now?

  (_Enter_ ALCESTIS _leaning upon the hands of_ WOMEN, _and accompanied
      by her_ NURSE. _They seat her upon the throne. She remains
      motionless._)

    1ST SEMI-CHORUS.--
  And thou, that returnest to earth,
    For our lord’s delight, and this land’s,
  Is there no light on thy brow,
    No warmth in thy hands,
  No gladness of heart, when thou hearest
    The voice of our mirth?

    2ND SEMI-CHORUS.--
  Lo, robes for the bridal thou wearest,
    Though a shroud was thy robe of late;
  And home, O Beloved and fairest,
    Thou comest, redeemed from Fate.

(_A pause._ ALCESTIS _makes no response_.)

    1ST SEMI-CHORUS.--
  Ye say that the world is old:
    But spring and the years are young,
    And summer to earth gives joy.
      Surely to man, not alone
  For grief, hath this tale been told,
    When the song of the bridal is sung
      In the heart of maiden and boy?

    NURSE.--
  O women, speak to her! Let living fruit
  Be on your tongues! These lips to me are mute,
  And the eyes know me not!

    LEADER.--
  How hath it come?

    NURSE.--
  Death’s hold is loosed; but mouth and heart stay dumb.
  Lo, from the grave she looks, yet sees not life!

    LEADER.--
  What woe thou tellest! Shall not the name of wife
  Or mother move her?

    NURSE.--
  She hath heard them all:
  And even as wind and water, or the call
  Of lowing herds, the murmur of them goes by.

    SEMI-CHORUS.--
  I know a valley in the hills,
  Where echoes in the rocks and rills
  Make melody; and there the cry
  Of flocks is heard; and clamorous lambs
  Bleat and hearken for their dams.
  Whom when they hear, from far or nigh,
  Swiftly along the meads they leap,
  To where the milky udders swell;
  And stoop, and thrust, and, nuzzling deep,
  Under the heavy fleeces creep.
  Then for them the world is well.

    SEMI-CHORUS.--
  I know a pool
  Of waters clear and deep,
  With wood-boughs overhung
  And mosses green;
  There in the cool
  At noon, when song-birds sleep,
  Oft have I seen
  The swan amid her young.

    LEADER.--
  I know a bed
  Fair-strewn with linen white,
  Where in my sight
  One that I loved lay dead.
  Her hands and her feet were bound;
  With myrtle her head we crowned;
  Fair she lay as a bride,
  And heeded us not.
  Her children clung round her and cried;
  And her lord, bewailing his lot,
  Bowed down at her side:
  And we wept, because she had died!

  (ALCESTIS _rises to her feet, and stands with half-lifted arms in an
      attitude of prayer_.)

    NURSE.--
  Now thou hast touched her! Lo, the unlighted wick
  Of life stands there revealed! Go, women, quick!
  Bring in the children!

  (_Exit one of the attendants. Behind the scene the children’s voices
      are heard._)

  Hark, ah, hark, they cry!--
  Lady, thy little ones! Oh, Heaven must die
  And perish away from earth, if thou stay dumb
  Looking on these!

  (_Enter the two children; they run to_ ALCESTIS _with outstretched
      arms_.)

    CHILDREN.--
  Mother!

    NURSE.--
  Oh, come, come, come!
  Yea, children! ’Tis your own, returned again!

    CHILDREN.--
  Mother! Oh, Mother!

  (ALCESTIS _stands as one hearing a far-off cry, whose sound she
      remembers_.)

    NURSE.--
  Alas! Is that cry vain?
  It shall not be! Leap, child, leap to her breast!
  Take hold on her with hands, give her no rest,
  Cry her to pity!

    CHILDREN.--
  Mother!

    NURSE.--
  Should this not be
  A call to rouse the dead? She wakes! Oh, see!

    ALCESTIS.--
  These were my children.

    NURSE.--
  By the Gods, ’tis true:
  They _are_ thy children, lady! What wouldst thou do?

  (ALCESTIS _bends over her daughter with a strange look; she takes
      the child’s hair in her hands on each side lifting it, and begins
      plaiting it together_.)

  Oh, look, look, look!

    ALCESTIS.--
  And thou, also, must die
  Some day, fair child, and in the grave must lie.
  Hark, what I tell thee: do not rise again!
  Quiet is that dwelling, and therein is no pain.

    NURSE.--
  What hast thou said? Is not this world more bright
  Than that dim realm where man can see no light,
  Nor hear no sound, nor feel no touch of hands?

    ALCESTIS.--
  Surely the light goes forth to many lands,
  And seeth all things. Yet our lord, the Sun,
  In heaven stands lonely, and is known of none.

    NURSE.--
  Yet was not great Apollo both guard and guide,
  When to this palace thou camest as a bride?
  And round thy chariot’s yoke such spells he cast
  That lion and bear thereto stood harnessed fast.

    ALCESTIS.--
  I mind me of it. It was as thou hast said.
  Therefore I came; and therefore hence went dead.

  (_The_ NURSE, _turning away with a gesture of despondency, signs to
      an_ ATTENDANT _to remove the children_.)

    NURSE.--
  Bear them away! For now I hear the voice
  Of singers and of minstrels that rejoice
  Because the bridegroom comes. Therefore be swift,
  Bring and put on the wedding robe, and lift
  Again to that fair head the bridal crown!
  And thou, bright Hera, favourably look down
  And bless for us this hour!

              (_She kneels at the feet of_ ALCESTIS.)

  Oh, Mistress mine,
  Surely thou knowest my heart was ever thine,
  To do thee service for better and not for worse!

    ALCESTIS.--
  Yea, yea I know it! And yet thou wast my nurse!

  (_Stifling a sharp cry, the_ NURSE _rises and moves away_. ALCESTIS,
      _robed and crowned, stands alone. The sound of music and singing
      draws nearer. A look of frozen horror comes over her._)

    NURSE.--
  Come then! for it is time: give me thy hand!
  And if the Gods are gracious to this land,
  Let them work wonders now!

  (_Exit_ NURSE _leading_ ALCESTIS, _followed by the attendant_ WOMEN.)

    CHORUS.--
  And turning my heart from sadness
    I shall have done with fear,
  When the sound of a people’s gladness
    Grows loud in mine ear.

  (_The_ WOMEN’S _chorus goes out. Enter the_ MEN’S _Chorus_.)

    1ST SEMI-CHORUS.--
  Happy is he who knoweth
    The hour when his soul is blest,
  Who seeth the Gods in power,
    And their ways made manifest;
  Ready of foot, he goeth
    To the goal which giveth him rest.

    2ND SEMI-CHORUS.--
  So shall the breed of his race
    Be as shafts in the hand of a giant,
  Happy is he, and immortal,
    Whose quiver is filled with their breath:
  He, unashaméd of face,
    Stands to the foeman defiant,
  Comes undismayed to the portal
    Dark with the shadow of death.

                    (_Enter_ ADMETUS, _attended_.)

    CHORUS.--
  Therefore with crownéd brows,
    Thou comest rejoicing, O King;
  And the Gods have wrought for thy house
    A marvellous thing.

      (ADMETUS _stands before the altar, and offers incense_.)

    ADMETUS.--
  First unto thee, Apollo, thanks and praise
  I render, who hast given me length of days,
  And life to hold, and joy, that yet on earth
  Mine eyes see light, which in all hearts makes mirth.

                     (_He offers the incense._)

  And thou, Persephone, and thou, great Head,
  Holy and high, upraised amid the dead,
  Lord of the Dark, to whom all flesh must bow
  When Fate decrees, glad thanks I render now
  For my release, and hers. To thee this debt
  Freely I own.

     (_Averting his face from the altar, he offers the incense._)

  And thou great Hera, who of the highest throne
  Hast share in Heaven, on this once widowed bed
  Look down with shining eyes, and round it shed
  Sweet influences, and let the fruitful womb
  Ripen with sons and daughters.

                     (_He offers the incense._)

  So shall no doom
  Sap out the strength and standing of my race,
  Nor my name be forgotten in this place,
  Where I am King.

                  (ADMETUS _turns from the altar_.)

    ATTENDANT.--
  My Lord, here comes thy father!

    ADMETUS.--
  Let him go!
  I need him not. He lived, to be my foe.

                          (_Enter_ PHERES.)

    PHERES.--
  My son, because, this day, blessing shines bright
  On thee and thine, and to this home gives light
  In place of darkness, therefore am I come
  To wish thee joy. For when I saw the sum
  Of thine affliction, straightway I did repent
  The wrath I had against thee; yea, and sent
  To tell thee so. Hast thou no word of peace
  To offer in return?

    ADMETUS.--
  Yea; henceforth cease
  To trouble thyself with me, or aught that’s mine!

    PHERES.--
  Hard words: but harder that proud heart of thine.

    ADMETUS.--
  Hard was its need, when sharp tongue bit like steel!

    PHERES.--
  Yet, when the wound is salved, the flesh will heal.

    ADMETUS.--
  Thou, living, art the wound from which I shrink!

    PHERES.--
  Hadst thou thyself no stomach, but I must drink
  This cup for thee?

    ADMETUS.--
  What use to thee was life,--
  Being old?

    PHERES.--
  I loved it, better than thou thy wife!
  Therefore she died for thee!

    ADMETUS.--
  Death! is thy sting
  In this old serpent’s tail, that he must fling
  His tainted carcase across my path this day?

    PHERES.--
  Pass! For no longer will I bar thy way
  To bliss. Go, dull thy conscience with fresh lust;
  Embrace the body which thou didst cast to dust;
  Feast on the flesh again, thou carrion fly!

          (ADMETUS _advances threateningly towards him_.)

    ATTENDANT. (_Intervening_)
  My lord!

    ADMETUS.--
  Ye Gods! let him make haste to die,
  For while he lives corruption taints this earth!

    PHERES.--
  My years are with me; and I know their worth,
  Better than thou knowest thine.

                      (_Exit_ PHERES.)

    ATTENDANT.--
  Now is my lord
  Ready? It is the hour.

    ADMETUS.--
  Yea, let the word
  Be given. Call in the women!

              (_The_ MINSTRELS _clash their cymbals_.)

    ATTENDANT.--
  Yonder they come.

  (_Two_ ATTENDANTS _enter with torches. They draw back the curtains
      from the doors, and stand to right and left of the bed. Enter
      the_ NURSE _from doorway to right, carrying a cup. Then from the
      left comes in the bridal procession. In rigid silence the women
      walk two and two, dropping sprays of myrtle from folded napkins
      which they carry between them. The movement is sad and full of
      solemnity, sacrificial in character. They pass from left to right
      across the stage, descend and pass out._ ALCESTIS, _veiled, comes
      last, supported by two women; as she halts at left-center they
      fall back leaving her alone_.)

    ADMETUS.--
  Therefore bid all go forth! Close and make dumb
  These doors.

    LEADER.--
  And may the eyes of Heaven look down
  And bless this bridal! Hail to thee, thou crown
  Of womanhood. Honour is thine this day,
  And fame for ever!

  (_The_ MEN’S _Chorus lift their hands in salutation to_ ALCESTIS _as
      they pass out. Exeunt. The_ NURSE _brings the cup to_ ADMETUS;
      _he takes it and drinks. She brings the cup to_ ALCESTIS. _The
      two_ ATTENDANTS _lift up and lay back her veil. The_ NURSE
      _offers the cup; her hands do not take hold; with shut eyes she
      drinks. The_ NURSE _goes out, followed by the two_ ATTENDANTS,
      _who draw the curtains after them_.)

    ADMETUS.--
  Blessing and peace be thine, O form which died,
  And comest more fair to be my second bride!
  For now thou shinest upon me like a star!

    ALCESTIS.--
  I give thee greeting, having journeyed far.

    ADMETUS.--
  Mine, or was thine the journey, wouldst thou say?

    ALCESTIS.--
  We have both journeyed; mine was the longer way.

    ADMETUS.--
  Bitter for thee it was to part from breath!

    ALCESTIS.--
  Life filled mine eyes; I had not looked on death.

    ADMETUS.--
  What hast thou now of hidden things to tell?

    ALCESTIS.--
  Love knows not life till it know death as well.

    ADMETUS.--
  Where found’st thou--love?

    ALCESTIS.--
  Not where the dead lie bound,
  Nor here on earth one lover have I found.

    ADMETUS.--
  No lover, dost thou tell me? By this head,
  _I_ am thy lover. I swear it!

    ALCESTIS.--
  Thou hast said.

    ADMETUS.--
  Did not I choose thee first of all on earth?

    ALCESTIS.--
  The doom of God lay on me from my birth.

    ADMETUS.--
  Sweet was our bridal-chamber filled by thee!

    ALCESTIS.--
  The night was dark; I had not eyes to see.

    ADMETUS.--
  Reaching my arms I snatch thee back from fate.

    ALCESTIS.--
  In one small life the little need seems great.

    ADMETUS.--
  Hadst thou no longing, then, to live again?

    ALCESTIS.--
  And not to die: therewith I strove in vain.

    ADMETUS.--
  But having died, was there no looking back?

    ALCESTIS.--
  I looked, and lo, the doors of life were black.

    ADMETUS.--
  Didst thou not love the children of thy womb?

    ALCESTIS.--
  They still were mine when I was in the tomb.

    ADMETUS.--
  Home hungered for thee, and the marriage-bed
  Where thou wast fruitful.

    ALCESTIS.--
  And where I lay dead,
  Having borne all!

    ADMETUS.--
  What means that stricken cry?
  Found’st thou no bliss?

    ALCESTIS.--
  Yea, bliss enough to die
  When thou didst ask it of me, O my lord!
  Ofttimes he might have slain me with his sword:
  Yet was I spared to die another death.

    ADMETUS.--
  Breathe not upon the past such bitter breath!
  Great was the need, thou knowest, I had of thee!

    ALCESTIS.--
  A greater need befell: I set thee free.

    ADMETUS.--
  Was it not love which took thee to the tomb?

    ALCESTIS.--
  Thrice thou hadst planted life within my womb.

    ADMETUS.--
  Yea, thou hast given me sons which shall be men.

    ALCESTIS.--
  And thrice I could have died; but did not then.

    ADMETUS.--
  What darker word is this that thou dost say?

    ALCESTIS.--
  Lo, at thy bidding, I have looked on day
  And darkness, life and death; thy hand holds all.

    ADMETUS.--
  Therefore, I hold thee still: yea, and will call
  Joy back to thee again!

    ALCESTIS.--
  My joy I gave
  Before I died; nor took it to the grave;
  Nor brought it thence.

    ADMETUS.--
  Say, then, where dwells it now?

    ALCESTIS.--
  In thee, if thou be joyful; but if thou
  Hast not found joy, then was all given in vain.

    ADMETUS.--
  Soon from thy body joy shall spring again,
  Yielding fresh life.

    ALCESTIS.--
  So Earth must give her yield
  Unto the hand of him who ploughs the field.

    ADMETUS.--
  And binds the sheaves!

                    (_He clasps her in his arms._)

  Come, come, oh, quick Desire,
  Kindle within this heart its wonted fire!

    ALCESTIS.--
  My flesh is thine: the life therein my own.

    ADMETUS.--
  To me, thy lover, turn not this heart of stone!
  Greater my love for thee than e’er before!

    ALCESTIS.--
  Since it is greater, dost thou ask for more?

    ADMETUS.--
  Yea, for I thirst! Let the Gods give thee bliss!

    ALCESTIS.--
  What God in heaven or hell shall grant me this?

    ADMETUS.--
  Ask of Apollo: he that made thee mine!

    ALCESTIS.--
  Of that vine-treading thou hast drunk the wine.

    ADMETUS.--
  Give me to drink again! Come! for I call!

    ALCESTIS.--
  Again thou askest of me, and I give--all.

                (_Falling back in his arms, she dies._)

    ADMETUS.--
  Now art thou mine! O bride of every sense!

                     (_He bears her to the bed._)

  Ah, what cold horror’s this? Breath has gone hence!
  Warmth, touch, sight, hearing! Help! Lo, unto earth
  Where God sent blessing, a curse hath sprung to birth!
  Apollo, thy dart hath slain me!

                          (_Enter_ NURSE.)

    NURSE.--
  What means that cry?

    ADMETUS.--
  She is dead! She is dead! Clasping, I felt her die!

    NURSE.--
  Oh, woe is me, my mistress! Oh, my lord!

    ADMETUS.--
  Yea, deep into my breast she thrust a sword,
  So much she hated me!

    NURSE.--
  Oh, woe, woe, woe!

    ADMETUS.--
  Death won her love, and Life became her foe!

                 (_He covers his face with his robe._)

    NURSE.--
  O Child, is it I that have slain thee?
    For surely thy heart I read,
  And saw how thy face was set.
  But mine were the hands to chain thee
  To the life that thou wouldst forget,
    And to bring thee back from the dead.

  (_While she is speaking, others enter: the_ WOMEN’S CHORUS, _the_
      ATTENDANTS, _and two_ CHILDREN. _They stand awe-struck looking
      on._)

    NURSE.--
    I knew thy heart,
  Patient and tender; no grief
  Failed ever to touch thee; no smart,
    But with thee found relief.
  But thou hadst a grief unknown:
  Silently, down to the grave, thou hast borne it alone.

    ADMETUS.--
  Lift up your voices and cry! O women, shall she not wake?

    CHORUS.--
  Wake, mistress, awake!

    ADMETUS.--
  She lived, she rose, she returned from the dead, having died for my
      sake.

    CHORUS.--
  For his sake!
  For our sake!

    ADMETUS.--
  Earth had not stained her: her body was sweet, and her form
  Was fair to the eyes!

    CHORUS.--
  Oh, the eyes, the eyes!

    ADMETUS.--
    She lay on my breast, she was warm
  To my touch, and the prize
    Was mine!

    CHORUS.--
  The prize! ah, the prize!

    ADMETUS.--
  Oh, God, have the years to give
    Naught but this double death,
  Of the lips that did once so live,
    And were twice so parted from breath?

    CHORUS.--
  Oh, Lady, awake, return! Put off this showing
  Of death! Repent of thy going!
  Oh, Mother, return!

                          (_Enter_ PHERES.)

    PHERES.--
    Fools! Why do ye call on the dead
  Who hear not? Never again
    Shall voices burden that ear.
  Death untasted is feared; but tasted is sweet,
    And the heart where that honey hath lain
      Feels hunger no more.
    Yea, cover the feet that walk not;
      Yea, cover the eyes!
  Night for me is not yet; but there like a lover he lies.
    Look, there is peace in that breast,
      And her face is a star.
    Old of foot, to the grave without rest
      I go: but the journey is far.

                          (_Exit_ PHERES.)

    ADMETUS.--
  In the heart that my heart would cherish,
  The gift of the Gods wrought scorn.
    She is gone from me. Let the day perish
  Wherein I was born!

    CHORUS.--
  Death comes early or late;
    And surely the dead are blest.
  But I must carry the weight
    Of my years to a far-off grave,
    Lying I know not where.
  Yonder, to cover mine eyes,
    Grass grows, and the green leaves wave;
  And the gold of the sun lies there,
    All bright and at rest.


                               CURTAIN.




                         TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES


The following changes have been made:

  Changed “Southampon” to “Southampton” in “26 Southampton Street
    Strand” on title page.

  Changed “royaly” to “royalty” in “is subject to royalty” on second
    page.

  Added “Pheres--” after “(Enter Pheres)” on page 13.

  Changed “foundst” to “found’st” in “Where found’st thou” on page 16.

  Add question mark after “What means that cry” on page 19.

  New original cover art included with this eBook is granted to the
    public domain.



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