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Client : CustomerA client is a system that accesses a (remote) service on another computer by some kind of network. The term originated from devices that were not capable of running their own stand-alone programs, but could interact with remote computers via some network. These dumb terminals were clients of the time-sharing mainframe computer. The client/server model[?] is still used today on the Internet, where a user may connect to a service operating on a remote system.See also, server.
In ancient Rome, a client was someone, usually a freed slave, who was attached to a rich patron[?] benefactor; this was necessary for many who were not legally able to secure citizenship, a right initially reserved for the patrician class.
In traditional commerce and in the marketing and provision of services, a client or customer consumes or benefits from a product or service. see also: marketing, end-user, consumer
Most glorious born of all things anywhere,
men.html">Men love life.html">life.html">life better for the sweet sight.html">sight's sake
Shrined in the sacred splendours of the sea.html">sea
Forth of my tower-girt homestead would I stray
Soft river whence thy soul took less delight
How great thy joy was of it. Now--for so
Strange men there landing bore me thence forlorn
I wist not where, through change of light and dark,
Made me by forceful marriage-rites his wife.html">wife.html">wife.
Whose free folk follow on thy father's hand.html">hand,
Hurled all their force back hurtling toward the sea,
Grace, and received not as a wandering slave,
Should else a sad strange woman such as I
He built the bower wherein I bare him thee,
To abide the extreme of utmost hope or fear.html">fear.
I live.html">live or die.html">die, if truth.html">truth be truth, his wife;
Though night grow strong, hath any part in him.
SABRINA.
What should we fear, then? whence might any
Beside thee. Nay, but kneel not--rise, and fly
Kiss me. The ways all round are wide and wild -
My last friends left--who saw me fallen, and fled
Fly: not your love can keep my life in me -
Thy very child.html">child is she--no heart less high
Our fate is fallen upon us, and its woe.
Is not so hard. We have had sweet life to friend,
Die, and but few find evening one with morn
Lighten my death.html">death.html">death in sight of child and wife.
And die some death not half so sweet as this.
To cast my hand away in death, Locrine?
[Stabs herself.
SABRINA.
thou.html">Thou diest, and hast not slain me, mother.html">mother?
ESTRILD.
Thee?
[Dies.
SABRINA.
O mother, canst thou die and bid me live?
Enter GUENDOLEN, MADAN, and Soldiers.
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