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O, now, for ever farewell the tranquil mind! Farewell content! Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars that make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, the spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, the royal banner, and all quality, pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! And, o you mortal engines, whose rude throats the immortal jove's dread clamours counterfeit, farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!