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""But this rough magic/I here abjure, and when I have required/Some heavenly music, which even now I do,/To work mine end upon their senses that/This airy charm is for, I’ll break my staff,/Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,/And deeper than did ever plummet sound/I’ll drown my book." -The Tempest"