[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0001-003]

<actionbody>

	<mode>manager</mode>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0002-001]

<actionbody>

	<keyusage>allusagesbutNR</keyusage>

	<keysize>512</keysize>

	<keylabel>banana</keylabel>

	<keyalgorithm>RSA</keyalgorithm>

	<keyexportable>IsExportable</keyexportable>

	<keyaccesstype>Extractable</keyaccesstype>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0003-001]

<actionbody>

	<listcount>1</listcount>

	<foundkey>banana</foundkey>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0004-001]

<actionbody>

	<keyalgorithm>RSA</keyalgorithm>

	<deletecount>1</deletecount>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0005-001]

<actionbody>

	<listcount>0</listcount>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0005-002]

<actionbody>

	<keyusage>allusagesbutNR</keyusage>

	<keysize>1024</keysize>

	<keylabel>bigbanana</keylabel>

	<keyalgorithm>RSA</keyalgorithm>

	<keyexportable>IsExportable</keyexportable>

	<keyaccesstype>Extractable</keyaccesstype>

	<serveroom>0</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0005-003]

<actionbody>

	<keyusage>allusagesbutNR</keyusage>

	<keysize>1024</keysize>

	<keylabel>

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 despised 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. 

	</keylabel>

	<keyalgorithm>RSA</keyalgorithm>

	<keyaccesstype>Extractable</keyaccesstype>

	<serveroom>0</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0005-004]

<actionbody>

	<keyusage>DSAUsage</keyusage>

	<keysize>512</keysize>

	<keylabel>carrot</keylabel>

	<keyalgorithm>DSA</keyalgorithm>

	<keyaccesstype>Extractable</keyaccesstype>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0005-005]

<actionbody>

	<keyusage>Derive</keyusage>

	<keysize>512</keysize>

	<keylabel>mango</keylabel>

	<keyalgorithm>DH</keyalgorithm>

	<keyaccesstype>Extractable</keyaccesstype>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0005-006]

<actionbody>

	<keylabel>mango</keylabel>

	<open>DH</open>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0005-007]

<actionbody>

	<keylabel>mango</keylabel>

	<n>DA9A18547FF03B385CC16508C173A7EF4EB61CB40EF8FEF3B31F145051676166BCDC3FE6B799FC394D08C26385F9413F896E09117E46209D6923602683CEA100924A6EE695281775C619DAA94EA8CB3691B4275B0183F1D39639EBC92995FE645D6C1BC28D409E585549BBD2C5DCDD6C208B04EADD8B7A6D997F72CBAD88390F</n>

	<g>02</g>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0005-008]

<actionbody>

	<keyusage>Sign</keyusage>

	<keysize>512</keysize>

	<keylabel>jackfruit</keylabel>

	<keyalgorithm>DH</keyalgorithm>

	<keyaccesstype>Extractable</keyaccesstype>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0005-009]

<actionbody>

	<keyusage>Derive</keyusage>

	<keysize>512</keysize>

	<keylabel>custard apple</keylabel>

	<keyalgorithm>DSA</keyalgorithm>

	<keyaccesstype>Extractable</keyaccesstype>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0005-010]

<actionbody>

	<keyusage>Sign</keyusage>

	<keyusage>NR</keyusage>

	<keyusage>Derive</keyusage>

	<keysize>512</keysize>

	<keylabel>grape</keylabel>

	<keyalgorithm>DSA</keyalgorithm>

	<keyaccesstype>Extractable</keyaccesstype>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0005-011]

<actionbody>

	<listcount>7</listcount>

	<foundkey>carrot</foundkey>

	<foundkey>mango</foundkey>

	<foundkey>

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 despised 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. 

	</foundkey>

	<foundkey>jackfruit</foundkey>

	<foundkey>custard apple</foundkey>

	<foundkey>grape</foundkey>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0005-012]

<actionbody>

	<keyalgorithm>DSA</keyalgorithm>

	<listcount>3</listcount>

	<foundkey>carrot</foundkey>

	<foundkey>custard apple</foundkey>

	<foundkey>grape</foundkey>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0005-013]

<actionbody>

	<keyusage>DSAUsage</keyusage>

	<listcount>5</listcount>

	<foundkey>bigbanana</foundkey>

	<foundkey>

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 despised 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. 

	</foundkey>

	<foundkey>carrot</foundkey>

	<foundkey>jackfruit</foundkey>

	<foundkey>grape</foundkey>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0005-014]

<actionbody>

	<keyusage>allusagesbutNR</keyusage>

	<listcount>5</listcount>

	<foundkey>bigbanana</foundkey>

	<foundkey>

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 despised 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. 

	</foundkey>

	<foundkey>carrot</foundkey>

	<foundkey>jackfruit</foundkey>

	<foundkey>grape</foundkey>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0005-015]

<actionbody>

	<keyalgorithm>RSA</keyalgorithm>

	<deletecount>2</deletecount>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0005-016]

<actionbody>

	<keyalgorithm>RSA</keyalgorithm>

	<listcount>0</listcount>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0005-017]

<actionbody>

	<listcount>5</listcount>

	<foundkey>carrot</foundkey>

	<foundkey>mango</foundkey>

	<foundkey>jackfruit</foundkey>

	<foundkey>custard apple</foundkey>

	<foundkey>grape</foundkey>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0005-018]

<actionbody>

	<keyusage>allusagesbutNR</keyusage>

	<keysize>512</keysize>

	<keylabel>banana</keylabel>

	<keyalgorithm>RSA</keyalgorithm>

	<keyaccesstype>Extractable</keyaccesstype>

	<serveroom>0</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0005-019]

<actionbody>

	<keyalgorithm>RSA</keyalgorithm>

	<listcount>1</listcount>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0005-020]

<actionbody>

	<listcount>6</listcount>

	<foundkey>carrot</foundkey>

	<foundkey>mango</foundkey>

	<foundkey>banana</foundkey>

	<foundkey>jackfruit</foundkey>

	<foundkey>custard apple</foundkey>

	<foundkey>grape</foundkey>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0006-001]

<actionbody>

	<keylabel>banana</keylabel>

	<open>RSA</open>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0006-002]

<actionbody>

	<keylabel>banana</keylabel>

	<open>Decrypt</open>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0006-003]

<actionbody>

	<keylabel>banana</keylabel>

	<text>Ook!</text>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0006-004]

<actionbody>

	<keylabel>banana</keylabel>

	<open>RSA</open>

	<text>This is text of 20 .</text>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0006-005]

<actionbody>

	<keylabel>banana</keylabel>

	<open>RSA</open>

	<text>This is text of thirty-two chars</text>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0006-006]

<actionbody>

	<keylabel>banana</keylabel>

	<open>RSA</open>

	<signdigest>1</signdigest>

	<text>digested!</text>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0006-007]

<actionbody>

	<keyalgorithm>RSA</keyalgorithm>

	<deletecount>1</deletecount>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0007-001]

<actionbody>

	<keyusage>DSAUsage</keyusage>

	<keysize>512</keysize>

	<keylabel>carrot</keylabel>

	<keyalgorithm>DSA</keyalgorithm>

	<keyaccesstype>Extractable</keyaccesstype>

	<keyaccesstype>Local</keyaccesstype>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0007-002]

<actionbody>

	<keylabel>carrot</keylabel>

	<open>DSA</open>

	<text>This is text of 20 .</text>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0007-003]

<actionbody>

	<keylabel>carrot</keylabel>

	<open>DSA</open>

	<text>This is a text of 21.</text>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0007-004]

<actionbody>

	<keylabel>carrot</keylabel>

	<open>DSA</open>

	<signdigest>1</signdigest>

	<text>Had we but world enough, and time,

This coyness, lady, were no crime.

We would sit down and think which way

To walk, and pass our long love's day;

Thou by the Indian Ganges' side

Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide

Of Humber would complain. I would

Love you ten years before the Flood;

And you should, if you please, refuse

Till the conversion of the Jews.

My vegetable love should grow

Vaster than empires, and more slow.

An hundred years should go to praise

Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;

Two hundred to adore each breast,

But thirty thousand to the rest;

An age at least to every part,

And the last age should show your heart.

For, lady, you deserve this state,

Nor would I love at lower rate.

        But at my back I always hear

Time's winged chariot hurrying near;

And yonder all before us lie

Deserts of vast eternity.

Thy beauty shall no more be found,

Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound

My echoing song; then worms shall try

That long preserv'd virginity,

And your quaint honour turn to dust,

And into ashes all my lust.

The grave's a fine and private place,

But none I think do there embrace.

        Now therefore, while the youthful hue

Sits on thy skin like morning dew,

And while thy willing soul transpires

At every pore with instant fires,

Now let us sport us while we may;

And now, like am'rous birds of prey,

Rather at once our time devour,

Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.

Let us roll all our strength, and all

Our sweetness, up into one ball;

And tear our pleasures with rough strife

Thorough the iron gates of life.

Thus, though we cannot make our sun

Stand still, yet we will make him run</text>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0007-005]

<actionbody>

	<keylabel>carrot</keylabel>

	<open>DSA</open>

	<signdigest>2</signdigest>

	<text>digest!</text>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0007-006]

<actionbody>

	<keyalgorithm>DSA</keyalgorithm>

	<deletecount>3</deletecount>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>

[SEC-SERVOOM_USEAUTH-0007-007]

<actionbody>

	<listcount>2</listcount>

	<serveroom>1</serveroom>

</actionbody>