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Ofsulphurons roaring, the most mighty Neptune Ari.

I do not, sir. Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou tremble,

forgot

[envy, Yea, his dread trident shake.

The foul witch, Sycorax, who, with age, and Pro.

My brave spirit! Was grown into a hoop? 'hast thou forgot her? Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Ari. No, sir. Would not infect his reason?

Pro. Thou hast: where was she born! Ari.

Not a soul

speak; tell me. But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd

Ari. Sir, in Argier. Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners, Pro.

0, was she so? I must, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Fer- Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sy. dinand,

corax, With hair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair,) For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is To enter human hearing, from Argier, [did, empty,

Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she And all the devils are here.

They would not take her life: Is not this true? Pro.

Why, that's my spirit! Ari. Ay, sir. But was not this nigh shore?

Pro. This blue-eye'd hag was hither brought Ari.

Close by, my master. with child, Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?

And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, Ari.

Not a hair perish'd; As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant: On their sustaining garments not a blemish, And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate But fresher than before; and as thou bad'st me, To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands, In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle; Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, The king's son bave I landed by himself; By help of her more potent ministers, Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs, And in her most unmitigable rage, In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting, Into a cloven pine ; within which rift His arms in this sad knot.

Imprison'd, thou did'st painfully remain Pro.

Of the king's ship, A dozen years; within which space she died, The mariners, say, how thou hast disposed, And left thee there; where thou did'st vent thy And all the rest of the fleet?

groans,

(island, AM.

Safely in harbour As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once (Save for the son that she did litter here, Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew A freckl'd whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with From the still-ver'd Bermoothes, there she's A human shape. hid:

Ari.

Yes; Caliban, her son. The mariners all under hatches stow'd; Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st labour,

What torment I did find thee in: thy groans I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet, Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Which I dispers'd, they all have met again; Of ever-angry bears: it was a torment And are upon the Mediterranean flote, To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Bound sadly home for Naples :

Could not again undo; it was mine art, Supposing that they saw the king's shipwreck’d, When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape And his great person perish.

The pine, and let thee out.
Pro.
Ariel, thy charge Ari.

I thank thee, master. Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work: Pro. If thou more murmurst, I will rend an What is the time o' the day?

And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till (oak, Ari.

Past the mid season. Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Pro. At least two glasses: The time 'twixt Ari.

Pardon, master: six and now,

I will be correspondent to command,
Must by us both be spent most preciously. And do my spriting gently.
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou must Pro.

Do so; and after two days give me pains,

I will discharge thee. Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Ari.

That's my noble master! Which is not yet perform'd me.

What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Pro.

How now? moody? Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the What is 't thou canst demand ? Ari.

My liberty. Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible Pro. Before the time be out? no more. To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, Ari.

I pray thee And hither come in't: hence, with diligence. Remember, I have done thee worthy service;

[Exit ARIEL. Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Without or grudge or grumblings: thou did'st Awake! promise

Mira. The strangeness of your story put To bate me a full year.

Heaviness in me.
Pro.
Dost thou forget Pro.

Shake it off : come on;
From what a torment I did free thee?

We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Ari.

No. Yields us kind answer. Pro. Thou dost: and think'st

Mira.

'Tis a villain, sir, It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; I do not love to look on. To run upon the sharp wind of the North; Pro.

But, as 'tis. To do me business in the veins of the earth, We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, When it is bak'd with frost.

Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices

sea,

That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban! Pro.

Hag-seed, bence! Thou earth, thou! speak.

Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best. Cal. (within. There's wood enough within. To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, msPro. Come forth, 1 say; there's other busi- If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly (lice? ness for thee;

What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps. Come forth, thou tortoise ! when?

Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar, Re-enter ARIEL, like a Water-nymph.

That beasts shall tremble at thy din. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,

Cal. No, 'pray thee ! Hark in thine ear.

I must obey: his art is of such power, (Aside. Ari.

It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
My lord, it shall be done. (Erit.
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil and make a vassal of him.

Pro.
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! [himself

So, slave; hence!

[Exit CALIBAX Enter CALIBAK. Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd

Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing ; With raven's feather from unwholesome fen

FERDINAND following him. Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,

A RIBL's Song. And blister you all o'er!

(bave cramps,

Come unto these yellow sands, Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt

And then take hands : Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; Court'sied when you have, and kissid, urchins

(The wild waves whist) Shall, for that vastof night that they may work, Foot it featly here and there; All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more Hark, hark! stinging

(Bur.] Bowgh, wowgh. [Dispersedly. Than bees that made them.

The watch-dogs bark: Cal.

I must eat my dinner. (Bur.) Bowgh, wowgh. (Dispersedly. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,

Hark, harki I hear Which thou tak'st from me. When thou The strain of strutting chanticlere camest first,

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; Fer. Where should this musick be; 1' the air, would'st give me

or the earth? Water with berries in't; and teach me how

It sounds no more ; and sure it waits upon To name the bigger light, and how the less,

Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd Weeping again the king my father's wreck, thee,

This musick crept by me upon the waters; And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,

Allaying both their fury, and my passion, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it. fertile;

Or it hath drawn me rather:-But 'tis gone. Cursed be I that did so !-All the charms

No, it begins again.
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,

ARIEL sings.
Which first was mine own king; and here you

Full fathom five thy father lies; sty me

of his bones are coral made;
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me Those are pearls that were his eyes:
The rest of the island.

Nothing of him that doth fade,
Pro.
Thon most lying slave,

But doth suffer a sea-change Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have Into something rich and strange. used thee,

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'a

(Burden, ding-dong. thee

Hark/ now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd The honour of my child.

father Cal. O ho, o ho 'would it had been done! This is no mortal business, nor no sound Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else That the earth owes I hear it now above me. This isle with Calibans.

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye adPro.

Abhorred slave; And say, what thou seest yond'. Vance. Which any print of goodness will not take, Mira.

What is 't? a spirit? Heing capable of all in; 1 pitied thee, Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee It carries a brave form but 'tis a spirit. each hour

Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath One thing or other: when thou did'st not, savage, Buch senses Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, Mke

Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st With words that made them known: But thy call him vile race,

A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which And strays about to find them. good natures

Mira.

I might call him Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou A thing divine ; for nothing natural Deservedly confin'd into this rock,

I ever saw so noble. Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. [on't Pro.

It goes on, I see, [Asida. Cal. You tanght me language; and my profit As my soul prompts it;-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid you, free thee For learning me your language!

Within two days for this.

Her.
Most sure, the goddess Mira.

Sir, have pity; On whom these airs attend !-Vouchsafe, my I'll be his surety. prayer

Pro.

Silence! one word more May know, if you remain upon this island; Shall make mechide thee, if not hate thee. What! And that you will some good instruction give, An advocate for an impostor? hush! How I may bear me here; My prime request, Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! as he, If you be maid, or no?

Having seen but him and Caliban: Foolish Mira.

No wonder, sir; To the most of men this is a Caliban, (wench! But, certainly a maid.

And they to him are angels.
Fer.
My language ! heavens! -

Mira.

My affections I am the best her that speak this speech, Are then most humble; I have no ambition Were I but where 'tis spoken.

To see a goodlier man.
Pro.

How ! the best?
Pro.

Come on; obey: [To FER. What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? Thy nerves are in their infancy again,

Her. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders and have no vigour in them. To hear thee speak of Naples; he does hear me; Fer.

So they are : And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. Who, with mine eyes, ne'er since atebb, beheld My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The king my father wreck'd.

The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, Mira.

Alack, for mercy! To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Fer. Yes, 'faith, and all his lords; the duke of Might I but through my prison once a day Milan,

Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth And his brave son, being twain.

Let liberty make use of: space enough Pro.

The duke of Milan, Have I in such a prison. And bis more braver daughter, could control thee, Pro.

It works :-Come on, If now 'twere fit to do it:At the first sight Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-Follow me.-

(Aside.

(To FERD. and MIE. They have chang'd eyes ;-Delicate Ariel, Hark,what thou else shalt do me. (To ARIEL. I'll set thee free for this !-A word, good sir; Mira.

Be of comfort; I fear you have done yourself some wrong; a word. My father is of a better nature, sir,

Jira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted, Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first Which now came from him. That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father Pro.

Thou shalt be as free To be inclin'd my way!

As mountain winds; but then exactly do Per.

0, if a virgin, All points of my command. And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Ari.

To the syllable. The queen of Naples.

Pro. Come, follow: speak not for himn.
Pro.
Soft, sir; one word more.-

[Ecount. They are both in either's powers: but this swift

business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning

Art second.

[Aside. Make the prize light. One word more; I charge

SCENE I. Another Part of the Island. thee,

Enter ALONZO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp

ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have Upon this island, as a spy to win it From me the lord on 't.

(So have we all) of joy; for our escape Fer.

No, as I am a man. Is much beyond our loss : our hint of woe Hira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a Is common; every day some sailor's wife, If the ill spirit have so fair a house, [temple : The masters of some merchant, and the merGood things will strive to dwell with 'i.

chant, Pro.

Follow me.{TO FERD. Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle, Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come. I mean our preservation, few in millions l'il manacle thy neck and feet together; Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be Our sorrow with our comfort. The fresh-brook muscles, 'wither'd roots, and Alon.

'Prythee, peace. husks,

Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.

Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. Fer.

No; Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his I will resist such entertainment, till

wit; by and by it will strike. Mine enemy has more power. [He draws.

Gon. Sir, Mira.

O dear father, Seb. One : Tell. Make not too rash a trial of him, for

Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's He's gentle, and not fearful.

offer'd, Pro.

What, I say, Comes to the entertainerMy foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor; Seb.

A dollar. Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have conscience

spoken truer than you proposed. Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant For I can here disarm thee with this stick,

you should. And make thy weapon drop.

Gon. Therefore, my lord, Mira.

'Beseech you, father! Ant. Fie, whata spendthrift is he of his tongue! Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments. Alon. I prythee spare.

cause

Gum. Well, I have done. But yet- | at the marriage of your daughter, who is now Seb. He will be talking.

queen. Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. good wager, first begins to crow?

8 b. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Seb. The old cock.

Ant. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. Ant. The cockrel.

Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the Seb. Done: The wager?

first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort, Ant. A laughter.

Ant. That sort was well fish'd for. Seb. A match.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marAdr. Though this island seem to be desert,- riage ? Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

Ålon. You cram these words into mine ears, Ant. So, you've pay'd.

against Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,- The stomach of my sense: 'Would, I had never Seb. Yet,

Married my daughter there! for, coming thence Adr. Yet

My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, Ant. He could not miss it.

Who is so far from Italy remov'd, Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir delicate temperance.

Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Hath made his meal on thee! Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly Fran.

Sir, he may live! delivered.

I saw him beat the surges under him, Adr. The air breathes upon us here most And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, sweetly:

Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. The surge most swoln that met him: his bold head Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen. 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and card Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Ant. True; save means to live.

To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt, Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks? He came alive to land. how green?

Alon.

No, no, he's gone. Ani. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great Seb. With an eye of green in't.

loss; Ant. He misses not much.

That would not bless our Europe with your Sab. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. But rather lose her to an African; (daughter,

Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, almost beyond credit)

Who hath canse to wet the grief on 't. Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

Alon.

'Prythee, peace. Gon. That our garments, being as they were, Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their otherwise freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, By all of us; and the fair soul herself than staind with salt water.

Weighd, between loathness and obedience, at Ani. If but one of his pockets could speak Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have would it not say, he lies?

lost your son, Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have

Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh More widows in them of this business' making. as when we put them on first in Africk, at the Than we bring men to comfort them: the fault's marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to Your own. the king of Tunis.

Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. Seb. "I was a sweet marriage, and we prosper Gon.

My lord Sebastian, well in our return.

The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, & paragon to their queen.

When you should bring the plaster. Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.

Seb.

Very well. Ant. Widow ? a pox o' that! How came that Ant. And most chirurgeonly. widow in? Widow Dido!

Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas When you are cloudy. too? good lord, how you take it!

Seb.

Foul weather? Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me Ant.

Very foul. study of that:

she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gon. Had I & plantation of this isle, my lord,Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.

Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed. Adr. Carthage?

Seb.

Or docks or mallows. Gon. I assure you, Carthage.

Gon. And were the king of it, What would I Ant. His word is more than the miraculous do? harp.

Seb. 'Scape getting drunk, for want of wine. Seb. He hath raised the wall and houses too. Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by conAnt. What impossible matter will he make traries

Execute all things: for no kind of traffick Seb. I think, he will carry this island home in Would I admit; no name of magistrate; his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,

Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the sea, And use of service, none; contract, succession, bring forth more islands.

Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : Gon. Ay?

No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil: Ant. Why, in good time.

No occupation; all men idle, all; Gon. Sir, we were talking that our garments and women too; but innocent and pure : seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis No sovereignty :

easy next?

Sb.

And yet he would be king on't. Out of thy sleep: What is it thon didst say? Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth for- This is a strange repose, to be asleep gets the beginning.

With eyes wipe open; standing, speaking, mov. Gon. All things in common nature should And yet so fast asleep.

ing produce

Ant.

Noble Sebastian, Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die rather; wink'st Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Whiles thou art waking. Would I not have, butnature should bring forth, Seb.

Thou dost snore distinctly; Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance, There's meaning in thy snores. To feed my innocent people.

Ant. I am more serious than my custom : you Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects ? Must be so too, if heed me; which to do, Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves. Trebles thee o'er. Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, Seb.

Well; I am standing water. To excel the golden age.

Ant. I'll teach you how to flow. Seb. 'Save his majesty : Seb.

Do so: to ebb, Ant. Long live Gonzalo!

Hereditary sloth instructs thee.
Gon.
And, do you mark me, sir?
Ant.

0, Alon. Prythee, no more: thou dost talk no- If you but knew how you the purpose cherish, thing to me.

Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, Gon. I do well believe your highness; and You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, Most often do so near the bottom run, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs, that By their own fear, or sloth. they always use to laugh at nothing.

Seb.

'Prythee, say on: Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.

The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, nothing to you: so you may continue, and laugh which throes thee much to yield. at nothing still.

Ant.

Thus, sir: Anl. What a blow was there given? Although this lord of weak remembrance, this Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.

(Who shall be of as little memory, Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle ; you When he is earth'd,) hath here almost persuaded would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she (For he's a spirit of persuasion, only would continue in it five weeks without changing. Professes to persuade) the king, his son's alive;

'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd, Enter ARIEL invisible, playing solemn music.

As he that sleeps here, swims. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Seb.

I have no hope, Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. That he's undrown'd. Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure Ant.

0, out of that no hope, my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is asleep, for I am very heavy?

Another way so high a hope, that even Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.

Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, (All sleep but Alon. SEB. and Ant. But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine

with me, eyes

That Ferdinand is drown'd? Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: Seb.

He's gone. They are inclin'd to do so. [I find, Ant.

Then tell me, Sed.

Please you, sir,

Who's the heir of Naples ? Do not omit the heavy offer of it:

Seb.

Claribel. It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,

Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells It is a comforter.

Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Ant. We two, my lord,

Naples Will guard your person, while you take your rest, Can have no note, unless the sun were post, And watch your safety.

(The man i' the moon's too slow), till new-bom Alon.

Thank you: Wondrous heavy. chins

(ALONZO sleeps. Exit ARIEL. Be rough and razorable: she from whom Seb. What & strange drowsiness possesses We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast them!

again; Ant. It is the quality o' the climate. And, by that, destin'd to perform an act, Seb.

Why Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not In yours and my discharge. Myself dispos’d to sleep.

Seb. What stuff is this ?-How say you ? Ant.

Nor I; my spirits are nimble. 'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis: They fell together all, as by consent;

So is she heir of Naples ; 'twixt which regions They dropp'd as by & thunder-stroke. What There is some space. might,

Ant.

A space whose every cubit Worthy Sebastian ?-0, what might?- No Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel more

Measure us back to Naples I–Keep in Tunis, And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,

And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no thee: and

worse My strong imagination sees a crown

Than now they are: There be, that can rule Dropping upon thy head.

Naples, Seb.

What art thou waking? As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate Ant. Do you not hear me speak?

As amply, and unnecessarily, Seb.

I do; and, surely, As this Gonzalo; I myself could make It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st A chough of as deep chat. O, that you boro

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