Hamlet: Act 3 Scene 1
The Play
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| Enter KING, QUEEN, POLONIUS, OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ, and GUILDENSTERN. | The King, Queen, Polonius, Ophelia, Rosencrantz, and Guildenstern enter. |
| KING: And can you, by no drift of circumstance, Get from him why he puts on this confusion, Grating so harshly all his days of quiet With turbulent and dangerous lunacy? | KING: So you still haven’t managed to figure out why he’s pretending to be crazy, disturbing his peace with this dangerous madness? |
| ROSENCRANTZ: He does confess he feels himself distracted, But from what cause he will by no means speak. | ROSENCRANTZ: He admits he’s troubled, but he won’t tell us the reason. |
| GUILDENSTERN: Nor do we find him forward to be sounded, But with a crafty madness keeps aloof When we would bring him on to some confession Of his true state. | GUILDENSTERN: And whenever we try to push him to open up, he avoids us with clever tricks, pretending to be mad. |
| QUEEN: Did he receive you well? | QUEEN: Did he welcome you kindly? |
| ROSENCRANTZ: Most like a gentleman. | ROSENCRANTZ: Yes, very politely. |
| GUILDENSTERN: But with much forcing of his disposition. | GUILDENSTERN: But it seemed like he was forcing himself to be polite. |
| ROSENCRANTZ: Niggard of question, but of our demands Most free in his reply. | ROSENCRANTZ: He didn’t ask us much, but he answered our questions freely. |
| QUEEN: Did you assay him to any pastime? | QUEEN: Did you try to get him to do something fun? |
| ROSENCRANTZ: Madam, it so fell out that certain players We o’er-raught on the way: of these we told him, And there did seem in him a kind of joy To hear of it. They are about the court, And, as I think, they have already order This night to play before him. | ROSENCRANTZ: Madam, we happened to meet some actors on the way, and when we told Hamlet, he seemed excited. They’re here at the castle, and I think they’ve arranged to perform for him tonight. |
| POLONIUS: ’Tis most true; And he beseech’d me to entreat your Majesties To hear and see the matter. | POLONIUS: That’s true, and he asked me to invite you both to watch the play as well. |
| KING: With all my heart; and it doth much content me To hear him so inclined. Good gentlemen, give him a further edge, And drive his purpose on to these delights. | KING: Gladly. It pleases me to hear he’s interested in this. Gentlemen, please encourage him to enjoy himself with the play. |
| ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN: We shall, my lord. | ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN: We will, my lord. |
| Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. | Rosencrantz and Guildenstern exit. |
| KING: Sweet Gertrude, leave us too; For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither, That he, as ’twere by accident, may here Affront Ophelia. Her father and myself (Lawful espials) will so bestow ourselves, That, seeing unseen, we may of their encounter Frankly judge, and gather by him, As he is behaved, if’t be the affliction of his love or no That thus he suffers for. | KING: Sweet Gertrude, please leave us too. We’ve secretly arranged for Hamlet to come here so he can bump into Ophelia as if by chance. Polonius and I will hide and spy on them. That way, by watching, we can judge for ourselves whether Hamlet’s strange behavior really comes from love for her or something else. |
| QUEEN: I shall obey you. And for your part, Ophelia, I do wish That your good beauties be the happy cause Of Hamlet’s wildness; so shall I hope your virtues Will bring him to his wonted way again, To both your honours. | QUEEN: I’ll do as you wish. And Ophelia, I truly hope your beauty is the cause of Hamlet’s madness. If that’s so, then your goodness might bring him back to his normal self — which would honor both of you. |
| OPHELIA: Madam, I wish it may. | OPHELIA: Madam, I hope so too. |
| Exit QUEEN. | The Queen exits. |
| POLONIUS: Ophelia, walk you here. Gracious, so please you, We will bestow ourselves. [To OPHELIA] Read on this book; That show of such an exercise may colour Your loneliness. We are oft to blame in this, – ’Tis too much proved – that with devotion’s visage And pious action we do sugar o’er The devil himself. | POLONIUS: Ophelia, walk here. [to King] If you please, we’ll hide now. [to Ophelia] Take this prayer book and pretend to read. That will make your being alone look natural. People often do this — they put on a holy appearance and act pious, but it’s really just a cover for sin. |
| KING: [Aside] O, ’tis too true! How smart a lash that speech doth give my conscience! The harlot’s cheek, beautied with plastering art, Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it Than is my deed to my most painted word: O heavy burthen! | KING: [aside] That’s so true! His words hit me right in the conscience. A prostitute’s face, covered with makeup, isn’t more ugly beneath than my actions are beneath my fancy words. What a heavy burden! |
| POLONIUS: I hear him coming: let’s withdraw, my lord. | POLONIUS: I hear him coming — let’s hide, my lord. |
| Exeunt KING and POLONIUS. | The King and Polonius hide. |
| Enter HAMLET. | Hamlet enters. |
| HAMLET: To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there’s the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely, The pangs of dispriz’d love, the law’s delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover’d country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.—Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember’d. | HAMLET: To live or not to live — that’s the question. Is it nobler to put up with life’s attacks and suffering, or to fight against all these troubles and end them? To die would be like sleeping — nothing more. And if death is just sleep, then it would put an end to heartbreak and all the pain we’re born to suffer. That’s something to wish for. But to die is to sleep — and maybe to dream. There’s the problem: what dreams might come in that sleep of death, once we’ve left this life? That uncertainty makes us pause. That’s what makes people put up with life for so long. Who would endure life’s whips and insults — the oppressor’s cruelty, arrogant men’s insults, the pain of rejected love, the delays of justice, the rudeness of officials, and the mistreatment of good people — when he could end it all with just a dagger? Who would keep carrying life’s heavy burdens, groaning and sweating, except for the fear of what comes after death — that unknown country no one comes back from? That fear confuses us, makes us accept the troubles we know rather than risk the unknown. That’s why conscience makes cowards of us all. That’s why our natural determination fades into pale hesitation. And so, great plans lose their force and never become action. —But wait! Here comes Ophelia. Beautiful girl, may all my sins be remembered in your prayers. |
| OPHELIA: Good my lord, How does your honour for this many a day? | OPHELIA: My lord, how have you been these many days? |
| HAMLET: I humbly thank you; well, well, well. | HAMLET: I thank you humbly — well, well, well. |
| OPHELIA: My lord, I have remembrances of yours, That I have longed long to redeliver; I pray you, now receive them. | OPHELIA: My lord, I have some gifts from you that I’ve been meaning to return. Please, take them back. |
| HAMLET: No, not I; I never gave you aught. | HAMLET: No, I didn’t. I never gave you anything. |
| OPHELIA: My honour’d lord, you know right well you did; And, with them, words of so sweet breath compos’d As made the things more rich: their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. There, my lord. | OPHELIA: My lord, you know you did. And with them you spoke such sweet words that made them even more valuable. But now the sweetness has faded. Take them back, because even rich gifts lose their worth when the giver is unkind. Here, my lord. |
| HAMLET: Ha, ha! Are you honest? | HAMLET: Ha! Are you honest? (Are you pure/faithful?) |
| OPHELIA: My lord? | OPHELIA: My lord? |
| HAMLET: Are you fair? | HAMLET: Are you beautiful? |
| OPHELIA: What means your lordship? | OPHELIA: What do you mean, my lord? |
| HAMLET: That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty. | HAMLET: I mean, if you’re both pure and beautiful, your purity should never let your beauty corrupt it. |
| OPHELIA: Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty? | OPHELIA: But my lord, what could beauty go better with than honesty? |
| HAMLET: Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once. | HAMLET: True, but beauty has the power to corrupt honesty, turning it into a pimp, more easily than honesty can make beauty pure. It used to sound like a paradox, but now it’s proved. I did love you once. |
| OPHELIA: Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so. | OPHELIA: Yes, my lord, you made me believe that. |
| HAMLET: You should not have believ’d me; for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it: I lov’d you not. | HAMLET: You shouldn’t have believed me. Human nature is too corrupt for even virtue to fix. I didn’t love you. |
| OPHELIA: I was the more deceived. | OPHELIA: Then I was deceived. |
| HAMLET: Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us: go thy ways to a nunnery. Where’s your father? | HAMLET: Go to a convent! Why would you want to give birth to more sinners? I’m fairly honest, but I could accuse myself of so many crimes it would’ve been better if I’d never been born. I’m proud, vengeful, ambitious, and I have more sins than I have thoughts or time to carry them out. Men like me shouldn’t even be alive. We’re all rotten. Don’t trust any of us. Go to a convent. Where’s your father? |
| OPHELIA: At home, my lord. | OPHELIA: At home, my lord. |
| HAMLET: Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool nowhere but in’s own house. Farewell. | HAMLET: Then lock him in his house, so he can play the fool only there. Goodbye. |
| OPHELIA: O, help him, you sweet heavens! | OPHELIA: Oh, dear heavens, help him! |
| HAMLET: If thou dost marry, I’ll give thee this plague for thy dowry: be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go: farewell. Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go, and quickly too. Farewell. | HAMLET: If you marry, here’s my curse as your dowry: even if you’re as pure as ice, as spotless as snow, you’ll still get slandered. Go to a convent. If you really must marry, marry a fool, because wise men know too well how women make them monsters. Go to a convent, quickly! Goodbye. |
| OPHELIA: O heavenly powers, restore him! | OPHELIA: Oh, heavenly powers, make him sane again! |
| HAMLET: I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God’s creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I’ll no more on’t; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages: those that are married already, all but one, shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go. | HAMLET: I know about how women paint their faces too. God gives you one face, but you make another with makeup. You flirt, walk in silly ways, lisp, give people silly nicknames, and call your wildness innocence. Enough of that! It’s driven me mad. No more marriages. Those who are married already — except one — will stay married. But no new marriages! Go to a convent. |
| Exit HAMLET. | Hamlet exits. |
| OPHELIA: O, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown! The courtier’s, soldier’s, scholar’s, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observ’d of all observers, quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck’d the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; That unmatch’d form and feature of blown youth Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me, T’have seen what I have seen, see what I see! | OPHELIA: Oh, what a noble mind has been destroyed! He used to have the eyes, tongue, and sword of a courtier, soldier, and scholar. He was the admired flower of the whole country, the model of fashion, the one everyone looked up to. And now — completely ruined! And I, the most miserable of women, who believed his sweet promises of love, must now see his noble reason shattered, like bells out of tune. His beautiful youth is ruined by madness. Oh, misery! To have seen what he was, and now to see this! |
| Enter KING and POLONIUS. | The King and Polonius enter. |
| KING: Love? his affections do not that way tend; Nor what he spake, though it lack’d form a little, Was not like madness. There’s something in his soul O’er which his melancholy sits on brood; And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose Will be some danger: which for to prevent, I have in quick determination Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England For the demand of our neglected tribute: Haply the seas and countries different With variable objects shall expel This something-settled matter in his heart, Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus From fashion of himself. What think you on’t? | KING: Love? No, that’s not what’s troubling him. And even though his words were a bit confused, they didn’t sound like madness. There’s something deeper in his soul that his sadness is brooding over. I fear what comes out of it will be dangerous. To prevent that, I’ve decided: he must be sent quickly to England, to demand the tribute they owe us. Perhaps travel, with new sights and distractions, will clear out these fixed thoughts in his heart that are driving him mad. What do you think? |
| POLONIUS: It shall do well: but yet do I believe The origin and commencement of his grief Sprung from neglected love.—How now, Ophelia! You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said; We heard it all.—My lord, do as you please; But, if you hold it fit, after the play Let his queen mother all alone entreat him To show his grief: let her be round with him; And I’ll be plac’d, so please you, in the ear Of all their conference. If she find him not, To England send him; or confine him where Your wisdom best shall think. | POLONIUS: That could work, but I still believe the root of his grief is neglected love. —Well, Ophelia! You don’t need to tell us what Hamlet said, we heard it all. —My lord, do as you think best, but if you agree, after the play let the Queen talk to him alone and push him to reveal his feelings. I’ll hide and listen in. If she can’t find out the truth, then send him to England, or lock him up wherever you think best. |
| KING: It shall be so: Madness in great ones must not unwatch’d go. | KING: That’s what we’ll do. Madness in powerful people must not be left unchecked. |
| Exeunt. | They exit. |
Audio Version
Characters in the Scene
| Character | Role in Scene | Primary Motivation | Key Actions |
| Claudius | The Suspicious King | To learn whether Hamlet’s disorder is love or threat and decide how to neutralize him. | Stages a spy setup with Ophelia; overhears the “nunnery” encounter; resolves to send Hamlet to England. |
| Gertrude | The Hopeful Mother | To see Hamlet restored to himself without scandal. | Welcomes Rosencrantz and Guildenstern’s report; exits before the eavesdropping scheme unfolds. |
| Polonius | The Plotting Adviser | To prove Hamlet is love-mad for Ophelia and win credit. | Arranges the encounter; hides with Claudius to listen; proposes a private interview with Gertrude. |
| Rosencrantz & Guildenstern | The Court Informants | To please the King and Queen by diagnosing Hamlet. | Report Hamlet’s evasions; mention the visiting players. |
| Hamlet | The Tormented Thinker | To wrestle with life, death, and honesty amid surveillance. | Delivers “To be, or not to be”; spurns Ophelia (“Get thee to a nunnery”); suspects the trap. |
| Ophelia | The Pawn | To obey her father and test Hamlet’s love. | Returns Hamlet’s tokens; is berated and shattered by his rejection. |
Hamlet — Act 3, Scene 1
Introduction – A Scene of Orchestrated Confrontation and Existential Crisis
Act 3, Scene 1 of William Shakespeare’s Hamlet stands as the fulcrum of the tragedy. In this single, dynamic scene the play’s intricate themes and character arcs converge, pushing the narrative toward its calamitous conclusion. The scene is a masterclass in dramatic tension, moving from orchestrated deception to serious philosophical contemplation, and finally to a brutal public confrontation. At its heart, this act studies appearance versus reality, where a meticulously staged performance by the court’s antagonists exposes their hidden truths, while the protagonist’s descent into private torment is publicly misread. The analysis that follows offers a detailed exploration of these complexities, with a comprehensive quiz and answer key provided as a pedagogical tool to assess a reader’s understanding of the scene’s pivotal moments, character motivations, and central themes.
THEME
A. Deception and Performance: The Court as a Stage
The scene opens not with a soliloquy but with a meticulously planned interrogation. Claudius, Gertrude, and Polonius, aided by Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, set the stage for a calculated encounter with Hamlet. Polonius, ever the schemer, assumes the role of a theatrical director, positioning Ophelia on the “stage” of the court’s lobby and supplying her with a prop, a book, to read so that a show may color her loneliness. This arrangement, described as a “performance” for a hidden “audience” consisting of Claudius and Polonius, establishes deception as the scene’s foundation. Every movement and line is designed to elicit a desired response from Hamlet, whose reactions are to be scrupulously observed and analyzed. The Danish court, in this moment, becomes an elaborate theatrical production in which the principal characters play roles within a grand surveillance plot.
In a moment of sharp irony, this act of deception produces a flash of truth. Before he and Polonius hide, Claudius utters a revealing aside. Reflecting on Polonius’s sententious remark that people use devotion’s visage and pious action to sugarcoat the devil, Claudius acknowledges the painful truth of this statement as it applies to him. He says that Polonius’s words have given his conscience a smart a lash, and he compares his own “painted” words to the harlot’s cheek, beautified with plastering art. This admission confirms for the audience what Hamlet only suspects: Claudius is a murderer, burdened by guilt. This creates powerful dramatic irony, as the audience now possesses a crucial piece of information that Hamlet is still trying to confirm. The king’s private confession counters the public performance he orchestrates, showing that in a world built on lies and facades, truth will surface from a troubled conscience.
The motif of cosmetic artifice as a metaphor for moral corruption extends beyond Claudius. Later in the scene, Hamlet condemns women for using makeup to create a false appearance, stating, God hath given you one face and you make yourselves another, a direct condemnation of the same plast’ring art Claudius invokes. This parallel reveals a pervasive disgust with deception that runs through the play’s male characters. Both the villainous king and the tormented prince denounce the masking of inner ugliness with external beauty, suggesting that deceit is a sickness infecting the entire court, not merely one character’s plot.
B. The Burden of Existence: Hamlet’s Philosophical Crisis
After the conspirators withdraw, Hamlet enters and delivers his most famous soliloquy, To be, or not to be. It is not an emotional lament but a deliberately reasoned meditation on suicide and the human condition. Hamlet does not personalize his anguish with an “I” or “me.” Instead he generalizes the question to all humanity: is it nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them? He frames the dilemma as an abstract debate, weighing the relative merits of existence and non-existence. He figures death as a sleep that ends the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, a consummation devoutly to be wished.
Despite the allure of death as final peace, Hamlet concludes that what prevents self-destruction is not love of life but radical uncertainty about the afterlife. He posits a dread of something after death, the undiscover’d country, from whose bourn no traveller returns, which puzzles the will. This fear of the unknown, of possible posthumous suffering, leads humanity to rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of. The audience, having recently heard the Ghost recount his own torment beyond the grave, can grasp the weight of this fear. The soliloquy ends with the observation that Thus conscience does make cowards of us all and that the native hue of resolution is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought, causing enterprises of great pith and moment to lose the name of action.
This conclusion is crucial for understanding Hamlet. His rigorous intellectualization of suicide becomes a broader image of paralysis. His compulsion to analyze, to consider every possibility, and to weigh consequences with painstaking care is precisely what prevents decisive action. The soliloquy shows that Hamlet’s contemplative nature is not just a personality trait; it is a tragic limitation that keeps him suspended in inaction. Thought becomes a purely intellectual exercise divorced from immediate feeling, and he turns into the analyst of his own crisis rather than the protagonist who propels the plot.
CHARACTER
A. The “Nunnery” Scene: A Cruel Test of Trust
After the soliloquy, Hamlet’s private agony collides with the public performance arranged by Claudius and Polonius. Ophelia approaches to return the remembrances and tokens of love he had given her. Her act, likely ordered by her father, is a clear rejection. Hamlet denies ever giving her anything, and he quickly contradicts himself, first claiming that he loved her once, then insisting he never loved her at all. What follows is a venomous verbal assault on her and on all women.
Hamlet’s tirade is saturated with misogyny, stoked by disgust at his mother’s marriage. He urges Ophelia to go to a nunnery, and he condemns her as a breeder of sinners, reducing her to the level of livestock. The brutality of this exchange has sparked sustained critical debate, particularly over whether Hamlet’s cruelty is genuine madness or calculated performance for the eavesdropping conspirators. Some critics, such as John Dover Wilson, argue that Hamlet is aware of the spies and that his harshness is deliberate. His pointed question, Where’s your father?, can be read as a direct challenge to the unseen Polonius.
The ambiguity of Hamlet’s motivation is central to the scene. The text allows multiple interpretations, and a director’s choice here reshapes the audience’s perception of Hamlet. Is he so consumed by psychological torment that he lashes out, or is he a calculating avenger toying with his enemies? Regardless, the impact on Ophelia is devastating. She is left shaken by his words. Her subsequent lament for Hamlet’s noble mind now o’erthrown offers genuine pathos and stands in stark contrast to Hamlet’s fury and the schemers’ cold calculation.
B. The Conspirators Revealed: Shifting Power Dynamics
As Hamlet exits, Claudius and Polonius emerge from behind the arras, their experiment complete. Polonius, faithful to his theory, remains convinced that Hamlet’s behavior springs from love for Ophelia. Claudius is more pragmatic. He dismisses Polonius’s view, stating that Hamlet’s speech was not like madness and did not arise from love. His chillingly logical assessment perceives something dangerous in Hamlet’s soul, as if melancholy broods like a bird on an egg, and he fears what will happen when it hatches.
This moment marks a significant shift in Claudius’s motivation. He begins by hoping to uncover the “cause” of Hamlet’s confusion, but suspicion hardens into concrete fear for his security and the stability of the court. Observation of Hamlet’s dark melancholy produces fear of a direct threat, which produces decisive action. Claudius declares that he will send Hamlet to England, ostensibly to cure his troubles with a change of scene. The decision, made with efficient ruthlessness, shows that Claudius is not only a villain from the past but also a decisive man of the present, intent on self-preservation. Polonius, by contrast, clings to his theory and proposes another scheme, a meeting between Hamlet and Gertrude while he listens in secret. This fatal penchant for meddling will, in the next scene, bring about his undoing.
Conclusion
Act 3, Scene 1 of Hamlet is a crucible of revelations. In a scene ostensibly built on deception and surveillance, it is the truth that is ultimately laid bare. Claudius’s fleeting but damning confession confirms his guilt for the audience, solidifying the play’s central dramatic irony. Hamlet’s famous soliloquy reveals the crippling paralysis of his own introspection, demonstrating that his greatest strength—his intellectual depth—is also the source of his inaction. The public dismantling of his relationship with Ophelia, a direct consequence of the court’s manipulative schemes, exposes the venomous misogyny born from his own private torment.
The scene’s final moments are particularly significant, as they catalyze the play’s final tragic movement. Claudius, ever the pragmatist, immediately recognizes the threat Hamlet poses and decides to act, dispatching him to England to be neutralized. Polonius’s stubborn clinging to his misguided love-theory and his insistence on another act of spying foreshadow his imminent, violent end. Thus, Act 3, Scene 1 not only deepens the characterizations of the play’s central figures but also propels the narrative forward with chilling momentum, ensuring that the carefully constructed web of lies and appearances will inevitably unravel in a cascade of violence and death.
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