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Buys herself bread and clothes : it is a creature, lof work, that you should find it in your chamber,
That dotes on Cassio,-as 'tis the strumpet's plague, and not know who left it there! This is some minx's
To beguile many, and be beguild by one; token, and I must take out the work ? There,--give
He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain

it your hobby-horse: wheresoever you had it, I'la From the excess of laughter :-Here he comes : take out no work on't.

Cas. llow now, my sweet Bianca! how now? Re-enter Cassio.

how now? As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad,

O!h. By heaven, that should be my handker

chief! And his unbookish' jealousy must construe

[Aside. Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures, and light behaviour

Bian. An you'll come to supper to-night, you Quite in the wrong. How do you now, licutenant? may: an you will not, come when you are next

[Exit. Cas. The worser, that you give me the addition, prepared for. Whose want even kills me.

lago. After her, after her. lago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure of’t.

Cas. 'Faith I must, she'll rail in the street else.. Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's power,

lago. Will you sup there?

Cus. Faith, I intend so.

[Speaking lower. How quickly should you speed.

lazo. Well, I may chance to see you; for I Cas.

would very fain speak with you.

Alas, poor caitiff!
Olh. Look, how he laughs already! [Aside.

Cas. Prythee come; Will you?
lago. I never knew a woman love man so.

la zo. Go to; say no more. [Erit Cassio.

Oth. How shall I murder him, lago?
Cas. Alas, poor rogue! I think, i'faith, she loves

Iago. Did you perceive how he laughed at his

Oth. Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it out. Olh. O, lago!

Iago. Do you hear, Cassio ?

lago. And did you see the handkerchief?

Oth. Was that mine?

Now he importunes him
To tell it o'er: Go to; well said, well said. [Aside.

Iago. Yours, by this hand : and to see how he lago. She gives it out, that you shall marry her: prizes the foolish woman, your wife ! she gave it Do you intend it ?

him, and he hath given it his whore.

Oth. I would have him nine years a killing:
Ha, ha, ha!

A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman!
Oth. Do you triumph, Roman ? do you triumph?


Iago. Nay, you must forget that.
Cas. I marry ber !--what ? a customer ! 1.pry: to-night; 'for she shall not live: No, my heart is

Oth. Ay, let her rot and perish, and be damned thee, bear some charity to my wit ; do not think it turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand. so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha!

0, the world hath not a sweeter creature: she Oth. So, so, so, so : They laugh that win.


might lie by an emperor's side, and command him

Iago. 'Faith, the cry goes, that you shall marry lago Nay, that's not your way.

Olh. Hang her! I do but say what she is :-So
Cas. Pr’ythee, say true.

delicate with her needle !-An admirable musician! lago. I am a very villain else.

O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear!-
Oth. Have you scored me? Well. (.Aside. or so high and pienteous wit and invention !
Cas. This is the monkey's own giving out: she

lago. She's the worse for all this.
is persuaded I will marry her out of her own love
and flattery, not out of my promise.

Oih. O, a thousand, a thousand times :-And
Olh. layo beckons me ; now he begins the story. then, of so gentle a condition !


lago. Ay, too gentle.
Cas. She was here even now; she haunts me. in lago!-0, Tago, the pity of it, lago!

Oih. Nay, that's certain : But yet the pity of it,
every place. I was, the other day, talking on the
sea-bank with certain Venetians; and thither comes her patent to offend; for, if it touch not you, it

Tago. If you are so fond over her iniquity, give this bauble; by this hand, she falls thus about my

comes near nobody. Oth. Crying, O dear Cassio! as it were: his

Olh. I will chop her into messes :--Cuckold me! gesture imports it.


Jago. 0, 'tis foul in her.

Oih. With mine officer!
Cas. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me;
so hales, and pulls me: ha, ha, ha! -

laro. That's fouler.

Oth. Get me some poison, lago ; this night:Oth. Now he tells, how she pluck'd him to my I'll

not expostulate with her, lest her body and beauchamber: 0, I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall throw it to.

[ Aside.

ty unprovide my mind again : this night, Iago. Cas. Well, I must leave her company.

Iago. Do it not with poison, strangle her in her Iago. Before me! look where she comes.

bed, even the bed she hath contaminated.

Oth. Good, good: the justice of it pleases ; very Enter Bianca.


Iago. And, for Cassio,-let me be his undertaker : Cas. 'Tis such another fitchew!* marry, a per- You shall hear more by midnight. fumed one. -What do you mean by this haunting

[A trumpel within. of me?

Olh. Excellent good,-What trumpet is that Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you!

same? What did you mean by that same handkerchief, Tago. Somcthing from Venice, sure. 'Tis Lodoyou gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take it.

vico, I must take out the whole work ?-A likely piece come from the duke: and, see, your wife is with

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Enter Lodovico, Desdemona, and Attendants. The shot of accident, nor dart of chance,
Lod. 'Save you, worthy general !

Could neither graze, nor pierce ?

With all my heart, sir. Oth.


He is much chang'd. Lod. The duke and senators of Venice greet you.

Loit. Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain ? (Gires him a packet.

lago. He is that he is; I may not breathe my Oth. I kiss the instrument of their pleasures.

(Opens the packet and reads. What he might be, -is, what he might, he is not,Des. And what's the news, good cousin Lodlo- I would to heaven, he were.

Lod. vico?

What, strike his wife lago. I am very glad to see you, signior;

lago. 'Faith, that was not so well; Yet 'would Welcome to Cyprus.

I knew,
Lod. I thank you: How goes lieutenant Cassio ? That stroke would prove the worst.


Is it his use? Des. Cousin, there's fallen betwecn him and my And new-create this fault ?

Or did the letters work upon his blood, lord An unkind breach : but you shall make all well.


Alas, alas! Olh. Are you sure of that ?

It is not honesty in me, to speak

IVhat I have seen and known. You shall obserre
Des. My lord ?
This fail you not to do, as you will and his own courses will denote him so,

him ;

[Reads. Lod. He did not call: he's busy in the paper.

That I may save my speech : Do but go after,

And mark how he continues. Is there division 'twixt my lord and Cassio ?

Des. A most unhappy one; I would do much Lod. I am sorry, that I am deceiv'd in him. To atone' them, for the love I bear to Cassio.

(Ezcunt. Oth. Fire and brimstonc!

SCENE II. A room in the castle. Enter
My lord ?

Othello, and Emilia.

Are you wise ? Des. What, is he angry?

Oth. You have scen nothing then? Lod.

May be, the letter mov'd him; Emil. Nor ever heard; nor ever did suspect. For, as I think, they do command him home, Oth. Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together. Deputing Cassio in his government.

Emil. But then I saw no harm: and then I heard
Des. By my troth, I am glad on't.

Each syllable, that breath made up between them.

Oth. What, did they never whisper?
My lord ? Einil.

Never, my lont.
Oth. I am glad to see you mad.

Oth. Nor send you out o'the way? .

How, sweet Othello ?

Oih. Devil!

(Striking her. Oik. To setch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor Des. I have not deserv'd this.

nothing ? Lod. My lord, this would not be believ'd in Emil. Never, my lord. Venice,


That's strange. Though I should swear I saw it: 'Tis very much; Emil. I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest

, Make her amends, she weeps.

Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other,

O devi!! devil! Remove your thought; it doth abuse your bosom. ;
If that the earth could teem with woman's tears, If any wretch hath put this in your head,
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile : Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse!
Out of my sight!

For, it she be not honest, chaste, and true,
I will not stay to offend you. There's no man happy; the purest of their wives

[Going. Is foul as slander. Lod. Truly, an obedient lady ;


Bid her come hither:-90.-
I do beseech your lordship, call her back.
Oth. Mistress,

She says enough :—yet she's a simple bawd,
My lord ?

That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore,

What would you with her, sir ? A closet-lock-and-key of villanous secrets: Lod. Who, I, my lord ?

And yet she'll kneel, and pray; I have seen her dot. Oth, Ay; you did wish, that I would make her

Re-enter Emilia, with Desdemona. turn: Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on,

Des. My lord, what is vour will ? And turn again ; and she can weep, sir, wecp:


Pray, chuck, come hither. And she's obedient, as you say,-obedient,

Des. What is your pleasure ?

Olh. Very obedient ;-Proceed you in your tears.

Let me see your eyes; Concerning this, sir,-0) well-painted passion !

Look in my face. I am commanded home :-Get you away;


What horrible fancy's this? I'll send for you anon.-Sir, I obey the inandate, Oth. Some of your function, mistress ; [To Emil

. And will return to Venice;-Hence, avaunt! Leave procreants alone, and shut the door;

[Erit Desdemona. Cough, or cry-hem, if any body come: Cassio shall have my place. And, -sir, to-night, Your mystery, your mystery ;-nay, despatch. I do entreat that we may sup together. You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.-Goats, and Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech monkies!


Lod. Is this the noble Moor whom our full senate I understand a fury in your words,
Call-all-in-all sufficient ?--this the noble nature

But not the words.
Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue Olh. Why, what art thou?

Your wife, my lord; your true
1) Reconcile.

And loyal wile,

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Scene II.

Oth. Come, swear it, damn thyself; pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel. Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves

[Exil. Should fear to seize thee: Therefore be double Emil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?damnd,

How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady? Strear--thou art honest.

Des. 'Faith, half asleep;

Heaven doth truly know it. Emil. Good madam, what's the matter with my
Oth. Heaven (ruly knows, that thou art false as lord ?

Des. With who?
Des. To whom, my lord ? with whom? How am Emil.

Why, with my lord, madam.
I false?

Des. Who is thy lord ?
Oth. O Desdemona!-away! away! away!


He that is yours, sweet lady, Des. Alas, the heavy day!-Why do you weep? Des. I have none: Do not talk to me, Emilia; Am I the occasion of these tears, my lord ? I cannot weep; nor answer I have none, JI, haply, you my father do suspect,

But what should go by water. Prythee, to-night An instrument of this your calling back,

Lay on my bed my wedding sheets,-remember ;-Lay not your blame on me; if you have lost him, And call thy husband hither. Why, I have lost him too.

Emil. Here is a change, indeed! (Exit. Oth.

Had it pleas'd heaven Des. 'Tis mcet I should be used so, very meet.
To try me with aMiction; had he rain'd

How have I been belav'd, that he might stick
All kinds of sorcs, and shames, on my bare head; The small'st opinion on my great'st abuse ?
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips;
Given to captivity me and my utinost hopes;

Re-enter Emilia, with lago.
I should have found in some part of my soul Iago. What is your pleasure, madam ? How is
A drop of patience: but (alas !) to make ine

it with you ?
A fixed figure, for the time of scorn

Des. I cannot tell. Those, that do teach young To point his slow unmoving finger at,


Do it with gentle means, and easy tasks:
Yet could I bear that too; well, very well: He might have chid me so; for, in good faith,
But there, where I have garner'di up my heart; I am a child to chiding.
Where either I must live, or bear no life ;


What's the matter, lady?
The fountain from the which my current runs, Emil. Alas, lago, my lord hath so bewhor'd her,
Or else dries up; to be discarded thence! Thrown such despite and beavy terms upon her,
Or keep it as a cistern, for soul toads

As true hearts cannot bear.
To knot and gender in !-turn thy complexion there! Des.. Am I that name, lago?
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim; Iago.

What name, fair lady?
Ay, there, look grim as hell!

Des. Such as, she says, my lord did say I was. Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me honest. Emil. He call'd her, whore; a beggar, in his Oth. O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles,

drink, That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, Could not have laid such terms upon his callet. ? Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet, Iago. Why did he so ? That the sense aches at thee.-'\Vould, thou hadst Des. I do not know; I am sure, I am none such. ne'er been born!

lago. Do not weep, do not weep; Alas, the day! Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed ? Emil. Has she forsook so many noble matches,

Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Lier father, and her country, and her friends,
Made to write whore upon? What committed ! To be call-whore? would it not make one weep?
Committed!-0 thou public commoner!

Des. It is my wretched fortune.
I should make very forges of my cheeks,


Beshrew him for it!
That would to cinders burn up modesty,

How comes the trick upon him?
Did I but speak thy deeds.- Wha.committed !


Nay, heaven doth know.
Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks; Emil. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain,
The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets,

Some busy and insinuating rogue,
Is hush'd within the hollow mine of carth, Some cogoing cozening slave, to get some office,
And will not hear it: \Vhat committed !-

Have not deris'd this slander; I'lĩ be hang'd else.
Impudent strumpet !

laço. Fie, there is no such man: it is impossible. By heaven, you do me wrong. Des. If any such there be, heaven pardon him ! Oh. Are you not a strumpet ?

Emil. A halter pardon him ? and hell gnaw his No, as I am a Christian :

bones! Is to preserve this vessel for ny lord,

Why should he call her, whore? who keeps her From any other soul unlawful touch,

company? Be-not to be a strumpet, I am none.

What place? what time? what form ? what likeOth. What, not a whore ?

lihood ? No, as I shall be saved. The Moor's abus'd by some most villanous knave, Oth. Is it possible?

Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow:Des, O, heaven forgive us !

0, heaven, that such companions thou'dst unfold; Oth.

I cry you mercy, then ; And put in every honest hand a whip,
I took you for that cunning whore of Venice,

To lash the rascal naked through the world,
That married with Othello.-You, mistress,

Even from the east to the west!

Speak within door
Re-enter Emilia.


. O, fie upon him ! some such squire he was That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, That turn'd your wit the seamy side* without, And keep the gate of hell; You! you! ay, you! And made you to suspect me with the Moor. We have done our course, there's money for your lago. You are a fool; go to. pains ;

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O good lago, But, Roderigo, if thou hast that within thee indeed, What shall I do to win my lord again?

which I have greater reason to believe now than Good friend, go to him; for by this light of heaven, ever, -I mean, purpose, courage, and valour,-this I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel: night show it: if thou the next night following en If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love, joyest not Desdemona, take me from this world Either in discourse of thought, or actual deed ; with treachery, and devise engines for my life. Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,

Rod. Well, what is it ? is it within reason, and Delighted them in any other form;

compass? Or that I do not yet, and ever did,

lago. Sir, there is especial commission come from And ever will,--though he do shake me off Venice, to depute Cassio in Othello's place. To beggarly divorcement, -love him dearly,

Rod. Is that true? why, then Othello and Desde Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much; mona return again to Venice. And his unkindness may defeat my life,

lago. O, no; he goes into Mauritania, and takes But never taint my love. I cannot say, whore; away with him the fair Desdemona, uniess bis It does abhor me, now I speak the word; abode be lingered here by some accident: wherein To do the act that might the addition' earn, none can be so determinate, as the removing of Not the world's mass of vanity could make me. Cassio.

Iago. I pray you, be content; 'tis but his humour ; Rod. How do you mean-removing of him? The business of the state does him oflence,

lago. Why, by making him incapable of Othello's And he does chide with you.

place ; knocking out his brains. Des.

If 'twere no other, Rod. And that you would have me do? Iago. It is but so, I warrant you. [Trumpets. lago. Ay, if you dare do yourself a profit, and a Hark, how these instruments summon to supper! right. He sups to-night with a harlot, and thither And the great messengers of Venice stay: will I go to him ;-he knows not yet of his honourGo in, and weep not; all things shall be well. able fortune: if you will watch his going thence (Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia. (which I will fashion to fall out between twelve ard

one,) you may take him at your pleasure; I will be Enter Roderigo.

near to second your attempi, and he shall fall teHow now, Roderigo ?

tween us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go Rod. I do not find, that thou deal'st justly with along with me; I will show you such a necessits in me.

his death, that you shall think yourself bound to Iago. What in the contrary?

put it on him. It is now high supper-time, and the Rod. Every day thou doff'st me with some night grows to waste: about it. device, Iago; and rather (as it seems to me now,) Rod. I will hear further reason for this. keep'st from me all conveniency, that suppliest me Jago. And you shall be satisfied. [Eral. with the least advantage of hope. I will, indeed, no longer endure it : Nor am I yet pursuaded, to SCENE III. Another room in the castle. En put up in peace what already I have foolishly suf

ter Othello, Lodovico, Desdemona, Emilia, ead fered.

Altendants. lago. Will you hear me, Roderigo ?

Rod. 'Faith, I have heard too much; for your Lod. I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself no words and performance are no kin together.

further. lago. You charge me most unjustly,

Olh. O pardon me; 'twill do me good to walk. Rod. With nought but truth. I have wasted Lod. Madam, good night; I humbly thank your myself out of my means. The jewels you have lady ship. had from me, to deliver to Desdemona, would half Des. Your honour is most welcome. have corrupted a votarist: You have told me-she Oih.

Will you walk, sir ? – has received them, and returned me expectations 0,-Desdemona, and comforts of sudden respect and acquittance;? Des.

My lord ? but I find none.

Oth. Get you to bed on the instant, I will be lago. Well; go to ; very well.

returned forthwith : dismiss your attendant there; Rod. Very well! go to! I cannot go to, man; look, it be done. nor 'tis not very well : By this hand, I say, it is Dés. I will, my lord. very scurvy: and begin to find myself Tobbed in it. [Exeunt Othello, Lodovico, and Altendents lago. Very well.

Emil. How goes it now? he looks geniler than Rod. I tell you, 'tis not very well. I will make

he did. myself known to Desdemona: if she will return Des. He says, he will return incontinent;' me my jewels, I will give over my suit, and repent He hath commanded me to go to bed, my unlawful solicitation; if not, assure yourself, I And bade me to dismiss you. will seek satisfaction of you.


Dismiss me! Jago. You have said now.

Des. It was his bidding; therefore, good Emilia, Rod. Ay, and I have said nothing, but what I Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu : protest intendment of doing.

We must not now displease him. lago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee; and Emil. I would, you had never seen him ! even, from this instant, do build on thee a better Des. So would not ; my love doth so approve opinion than ever before. Give me thy hund, him, Roderigo: Thou hast taken against me a most just that even his stubbornncss, his checks, and exception; but, yet, I protest, I have dealt mosi di frowns, rectly in thy affair.

Priythee, inpin me,-have grace and favour in Ród. It hath not appeared.

them. Iago. I grant, indeed, it hath not appeared ; and Emil. I have laid those sheets you bade me on your suspicion is not without wit and judgment.

the bed. (1) Title. (2) Putt'st me off.

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her moms;

stones ;

Scene I.

Des. All's cne:-Good father! how foolish are Des. Good troth, I think thou would'st not. our minds !

Emil. By my troth, I think I should ; and unIf I do die before thce, proythee, shroud me do't, when I had done. Marry, I would not do In one of those same sheets.

such a thing for a joint-ring; nor for measures of Emil.

Come, come, you talk. lawn; nor for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any Des. My mother had a maid callid-Barbara; petty exhibition : but, for the whole world,- Why, She was in love; and he, she lov'd, prov'd mad, who would not make her husband a cuckold, to And did forsake her: she had a song of-willow, make hiin a monarch? should venture purgatory An old thing 'twas, bui it express’d her fortune, for't. And she died singing it: That song, to-night, Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong Will not go from my mind; I have much to do, for the whole world. But to go hang my head all at one side,

Emil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'the And sing it like poor Barbara. Prythee, despatch. world : and, having the worid for your labour, 'tis Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown? a wrong in your own world, and you might quickly

No, unpin me here. make it right. This Lodovico is a proper man.

Des. I do not think there is any such woman. Emil. A very handsome man.

Emil. Yes, a dozen ; and as many Des.

And he speaks well. To the vantage, as would store the world they Emil. I know a lady in Venice, who would have

play'd for. walked barefoot to Palestine. for a touch of his But, I do think, it is their husbands' faults, nether lip.

If wives do fall: Say, that they slack their duties, I.

And pour our treasures into foreign laps;

Or else break out in peevish jealousies, Des. The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore Throwing restraint upon us; or, say, they strike us

Or scant our former having in despite ; Sing all a green willow ; [Singing. Why, we have galls; and, though we have some ller hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,

grace, Sing willow, willow, willow :

Yet we have some revenge. Let husbands know, The fresh streams ran by her, and murmurd Their wives have sense like them; they see, and

smell, Sing willow, foc.

And have their palates both for sweet and sour, Her salt lears fell from her, and softend the As husbands have. What is it that they do,

When they chanye us for others ? Is it sport ?
Lay by these :

I think it is; And doth affection breed it?
Sing willow, willow, willow :

I think, it doth; Is't frailty, that thus errs?

It is so too: And have not ive affections ?
Pr’ythee, hie thee; he'll come anon.-

Desires for sport ? and frailty, as men have ?
Sing all a green willow must be my gar- The ills we do, their ills instruct us to.

Then, let them use us well: else, let them know,

Des. Good night, good night: Heaven me suca II.

usage send, Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve,

Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend!

(Exeunt. Nav, that's not next.-Hark! who is it that knocks?

Emil. It is the wind.
Des. I callid my love, false love; but what said

he then ?

Sing willow, fc.
If I court mowomen, you'll couch with mo men.

SCENE I.-A street. Enter Iago and Roderigo. So, get thee gone; good night. Mine eyes do Jago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will

he come: Doth that bode weeping?

Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home;

'Tis neither here nor there. Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow:
Des. I have heard it said so.--0, these men, these it makes us, or it mars us : think on that,
men !

And fix most firm thy resolution. Dost thou in conscience think,-tell me, Emilia,– Roil. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't. That there be women do abuse their husbands lago. Here, at thy hand; be bold, and take thy In such gross kind ?


[Retires to a little distance. There be some such, no question. Rol. I have no great devotion to the deed ; Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the And yet he has given me satisfying reasons :worid ?

'Tis but a man gone :-forth, my sword; he dies. Emil. Why would not you ?

[Goes to his stand. No, by this heavenly light Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost to Emil. Nor I neither by this heavenly light ;

the sense. I might do't as well 'the dark.

And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio,
Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the Or Cassio him, or cach do kill the other,

Every way makes my gain: Live Roderigo,
Emil. The world is a huge thing : 'Tis a great He calls me to a restitution large

of gold, and jervels, that I bobb'd' from him, For a small vice.

As gifts to Desdemona; (1) Wild, inconstant. (2) Mo for more.

(4) Sensation. (5) Unsheathed. (3) Our former allowance of expense.

16) To the quick.

(7) Fished.





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