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What years,

A little, by your favour.

Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, Muz. What kind of woman is't?

Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;

Of your complexion. The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon hier, De le. She is not worth thee then.

Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune; i'faith?

But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems, Vid. About your years, my lord.

That nature pranks her in, attracts my soul. Drike. Too old, by heaven ; Let still the woman Vio. But, if she cannot love you, sir? take

Duke. I cannot be so answer'd. An elder than herself ; so wears she to him,


'Sooth, but you must. So sways she level in her husband's heart.

Say, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is, For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,

Hath for your love as great a pang of heart Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,


you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ; More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, You tell her so; Must she not then be answer'! ? Than women's are.

Duke. There is no woman's sides, Vio

I think it well, my lord. Can bide the beating of so strong a passion Duke. Then let thy love be younger than thyself, As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart Or thy affection cannot hold the bent :

So big, to hold so much; they lack retention. For women are as roses; whose fair flower,

Alas, their love may be called appetite, Being once display'd, doth tall that very hour. No motion of the liver, but the palate,

Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so; That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt;
To die, even when they to perfection grow ! But mine is all as hungry as the sea,

And can digest as much : make no compare
Re-enter CURIO and Clown.

Between that love a woman can bear me,
Duke. O fellow, come, the song we had last And that I owe Olivia.


Ay, but I know, Jark it, Cesario; it is old and plain :

Duke. What dost thou know? The spinsters and the knitters in the sun,

Vio. Too well what love women to men may owe : And the free maids, that weave their thread with In faith, they are as true of heart as we. bones,

My father had a daughter lov'd a man, Do use to chaunt it; it is silly sooth,

As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, And dallies with the innocence of love,

I should your lordship. Like the old age.


And what's her history? Clo. Are you ready, sir?

Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love. Duke. Ay; pr’ythee, sing.

[ Musick. But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud,

Feed on her damask cheek : she pin’d in thought; SONG.

And, with a green and yellow melancholy,
Clo. Come away, come away, dealh,

She sat like patience on a monument,
And in sad cypress let me be laid ;

Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ?
Fly away, fly away, breath ;

We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, I am slain by a fair cruel maid.

Our shows are more than will; for still we prove My shroud of white, stuck all with yeu,

Much in our vows, but little in our love. 0, prepare it ;

Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? My part of death no one so true

Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, Did share it.

And all the brothers too; - and yet I know not.

Sir, shall I to this lady?
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,


Ay, that's the theme.
On my black coffin let there be strown ;

To her in haste; give her this jewel ; say,
Not a friend, no a friend greet

My love can give no place, bide no denay. (Ereunt
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
Å thousand thousand sighs to save,

SCENE V. - Olivia's Garden.
Lay me, 0, where
Sad true lover never find my grave,

To weep there.

and FABIAN. Duke. There's for thy pains.

Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian. Clo. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure in singing, sir. Fab. Nay, I'll come; if I lose a scruple of this Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.

sport, let me be boiled to death with melancholy. Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, one Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have the time or another.

niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by some notable Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.

shame? Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and Fab. I would exult, man : you know, he brought the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffata, for me out of favour with my lady, abouta bear-baiting thy mind is a very opal ! - I would have men of here. such constancy put to sea, that their business might Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear again; be every thing, and their intent every where ; for and we will fool him black and blue : - Shall we that's it, that always makes a good voyage of no- not, sir Andrew ? thing. — Farewell.

(Erit Clown.

Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. Duke. Let all the rest give place.

Enter Maria. [Ereunt Curio and Attendants.

Once more, Cesario, Sir To. Here comes the little villain : Get thee to yon' same sovereign cruelty :

now, my nettle of India ?


Mar. Get ye all three into the box-tree: Mal. Mal. What employment have we here? volio's coming down this walk ; he has been yonder

[ Taking up the letter. i'the sun, practising behaviour to his own shadow, Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. this half hour: observe him, for the love of mockery; Sir To. 0, peace ! and the spirit of humours in for, I know, this letter will make a contemplative timate reading aloud to him ! ideot of him. Close, in the name of jesting! [ The Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand: these men hide themselves. ] Lie thou there ; (throws down be her very C's, her U's, and her T's; and thus a letter. ] for here comes the trout that must be caught makes she her great P's. It is, in contempt of with tickling.

[Erit MARIA. question, her hand.

Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and hier T's: Why Enter MalvoLIO.

that? Mal. 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria Asal. [reads.] To the unknown beloved, this, and once told me, she did affect me: and I have heard my good wishes : ler very phrases ! By your leave, herself come thus near, that, should she fancy, it

Soft! -- and the impressure her Lucrece, should be one of my complexion. Besides, she uses with which she uses to seal : 'tis my lady: To me with a more exaltod respect, than any one else whom should this be? that follows her. What should I think on't?

Fab. This wins him, liver and all. Sir To Here's an over-weening rogue !

Mal. [reads.] Jove knows, I love : Fab. O, peace! Contemplation makes a rare

But who? turkey-cock of him; how he jets under his advanced

Lips do not move, plumes !

No man must know. Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue:- No man must know. - What follows? the numbers Sir To. Peace, I say.

altered !- No man must know :- If this should be Mal. To be count Malvolio;

thee, Malvolio ? Sir To. Ah, rogue !

Sir To. Marry, hang thee, brock ! Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.

Mal. I may command, where I adore : Sir To. Peace, peace !

But silence, like a Lucrece knife, Mal. There is example for't ; the lady of the

With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore ; strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.

M, O, A, I, doth sway my life. Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel !

Fab. A fustian riddle ! Fab. O, peace! now he's deeply in ; look, how Sir To. Excellent wench, say I. imagination blows him.

Mal. M, O, A, I, doth sway my life. — Nay, but Mal. Having been three months married to her, first, let me see,

let me see,

let me see. sitting in my state,

Fab. What a dish of poison hath she dressed him ! Sir To. O, for a stone-bow, to hit him in the eye! Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel checks

Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my branched at it! velvet gown; having come from a day-bed, where I Mal. I may command where I adore. Why, she left Olivia sleeping.

may command me: I serve her, she is my lady. Sir To. Fire and brimstone!

Why, this is evident to any formal capacity. There Fab. O, peace, peace.

is no obstruction in this; - And the end, - What Mal. And then to have the humour of state: and should that alphabetical position portend ? if I after a demure travel of regard, — telling them, I could make that resemble something in me, know my place, as I would they should do theirs,– Softly! — M, 0, A, 1. to ask for my kinsman Toby:

Sir To. O, ay! make up that :- he is now at a Sir To. Bolts and shackles!

cold scent. Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now.

Fab. Sowter will cry upon't, for all this, though Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient start, it be as rank as a fox. make out for him: I frown the while; and, per- Mal. M, - Malvolio ; — M, - why, that begins chance, wind up my watch, or play with some rich my name. jewel. Toby approaches ; court’sies there to me : Fab. Did not I say, he would work it out? the Sir To. Shall this fellow live?

cur is excellent at faults. Fab. Though our silence be drawn from us with Mal. M,- But then there is no consonancy in ears, yet peace.

the sequel ; that suffers under probation : A should Mal. I extend my hand to him thus, quenching follow, but 0 does. my familiar smile with an austere regard of control : Fab. And 0 shall end, I hope.

Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow o'the Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make liin lips then ? Mal. Saying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes having

Mal. And then I comes behind. cast me on your niece, give me this prerogative of Fab. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, you speech :

might see more detraction at your heels, than forSir To. What, what?

tunes before you. Mal. You must amend


Mal. 11, 0, A, 1; – This simulation is not as Sir To. Out, scab!

the former: — and yet, to crush this a little, it would Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews of bow to me, for every one of these letters are in my our plot.

Soft; here follows prose. — If this fall into Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure of your time thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee ; but with a foolish knight ;

be not afraid of greatness : Some are born great; Sir And. That's me,

some achiere greatness, and some have greatness Mal. One Sir Andrew :

thrust upon them. Thy fales open their hands ; let Sir and I knew, 'was I; for many do call me fool Thy Mood wl spirit embrace them. Anul, to inure

cry, 0.


I warrant you.

is open.

Lyself to what thou art like to be, cast thy humble Fab. I will not give my part of this sport for a Hough, and appear fresh. Be opposite with a kins- pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy. mall, suriy with servants : let thy tongue tang ar- Sir To. I could marry this wench for this device : guments of state ; put thyself into the trick of sin- Sir And. So could I too. gularity: She thus advises thee, that sighs for thee. Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, but Remember who commended thy yellow stockings ; and such another jest. rished to see thee ever cross-gartered : I say, renembet. Go to ; thou art made, if thou desirest to be

Enter MARIA. $i); if not, let me see thee a sleward still, the fellow

Sir And. Nor I neither. of servants, and not worthy to touch fortune's fingers. Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher. Farewell. She that would alter services with thee, Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o' my neck ? The fortunate unhappy.

Sir And. Or o' mine either ? Day-light and champian discovers not more : this Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray-trip

I will be proud, I will read politick au- and become thy bond-slave? thors, I will baffle Sir Toby, I will wash off gross Sir And. I'faith, or I either? acquaintance, I will be point-de-vice, the very man. Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a dream, I do not now fool myself, to let imagination jade that, when the image of it leaves him, lie must run me; for every reason excites to this, that my lady mad. loves me.

She did commend my yellow stockings Mar. Nay, but say true; does it work upon him? of late, she did praise my leg being cross-gartered ; Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a midwife. and in this she manifests herself to my love, and, Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, with a kind of injunction, drives me to these habits mark his first approach before my lady: he will of her liking.

I thank my stars, I am happy. come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a colour I will be strange, stout, in yellow stockings, and she abhors; and cross-gartered, a fashion she decross-gartered, even with the swiftness of putting tests ; and he will smile upon her, which will now on. Jove, and my stars be praised !-- Here is yet be so unsuitable to her disposition, being addicted a postcript. Thou canst not choose but know who to a melancholy as she is, that it cannot but turn I am. If thou entertainest my love, let it appear in him into a notable contempt: if you will see it, thy smiling; thy smiles become thee well : therefore follow me. in my presence still smile, dear my sweet, I pr’ythee. Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most excelJove, I thank thee. - I will smile: I will do every lent devil of wit ! thing that thou wilt have me. [Erit. Sir And. I'll make one too.




SCENE I. - Olivia's Garden.

Clo. Not so, sir, I do care for something : but

in my conscience, sir, I do not care for you ; if Enter Viola, and Clown with a tabor.

that be to care for nothing, sir, I would it would Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy musick : Dost make you invisible. thou live by thy tabor ?

Vio. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool ? Clo. No, sir, I live by the church.

Clo. No, indeed, sir ; the lady Olivia has no Vio. Art thou a churchman ?

folly: she will keep no fool, sir, till she be married; Clo. No such matter, sir; I do live by the and fools are as like husbands, as pilchards are to church; for I do live at my house, and my house herrings, the husband's the bigger ; I am, indeed, doth stand by the church.

not her fool, but her corrupter of words. Vio. So thou may'st say, the king lies by a beg- Vio. I saw thee late at the count Orsino's. if

a beggar dwell near him ; or the church Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, like stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand by the the sun ; it shines every where. . I would be sorry, church.

sir, but the fool should be as oft with your master, Clo. You have said, sir. - To see this age ! A as with my mistress : I think, I saw your wisdom sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit; How there. quickly the wrong side may be turned outward ! Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more

l'io. Nay, that's certain; they, that dally nicely with thee. Hold, there's expences for thee. with words, may quickly make them wanton.

Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of hair, Clo. I would thereforc, my sister had had no send thee a beard ! name, sir.

Vio. By my troth, I'll tell thee; I am almost sick Vio. Why, man?

for one; though I would not have it grow on my Cio. Why, sir, her name's a word; and to dally chin. Is thy lady within ? with that word, might make my sister wanton : Clo. Would not a pair of these have bred, sir? But, indeed, words are very rascals, since bonds Vio. Yes, being kept together, and put to use. disgraced them.

Clo. I would play lord Pandarus of Phrygia, sir, Vio. Thy reason, man?

to bring a Cressida to this Troilus. Clo. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without Vio. I understand you, sir ; 'tis well begg'd. words; and words are grown so false, I am loath Clo. The matter, I hope, is not great, sir, begto prove reason with them.

ging but a beggar : Cressida was a beggar. My Vio. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, and lady is within, sir. I will construe to them whence carest for nothing.

you come; who you are, and what you would, are

uut of my welkin: I might say, element; but the Which you knew none of yours : What mighit you word is over-worn.


think? l'io. This fellow's wise enough to play the tool; Have you not set mine honour at the stake, And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit :

And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts He must observe their mood on whom he jests, That tyrannous heart can think? To one of your The quality of persons, and the time;

receiving And, like the haggard, check at every feather Enough is shown ; a cyprus, not a bosom, That comes before his eye. This is a practice, Hides my poor heart : So let me hear you speak. As full of labour as a wise man's art :

Viv. I pity you. For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit;

Oli. That's a degree to love. But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit. Vio. No, not a grise ; for 'tis a vulgar proof,

That very oft we pity enemies. Enter Sir Toby BELch and Sir ANDREW

Oli. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile again: AGUE-CHEEK.

O world, how apt the poor are to be proud ! Sir To. Save you, gentleman.

If one should be a prey, how much the better l'io. And you, sir.

To fall before the lion, than the wolf? (Clock strikes. Sir And. Dieu vous garde, monsieur.

The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. Vio. Et vous aussi ; votre serviteur.

Be not afraid, good youth, I will not have you : Sir And. I hope, sir, you are ; and I am yours. And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest,

Sir To. Will you encounter the house ? my niece Your wife is like to reap a proper man : is desirous you should enter, if your trade be to her. There lies your way, due west. Vio. I am bound to your nicce, sir : I mean, she Vio

Then westward-hoe : is the list of my voyage.

Grace, and good disposition 'tend your ladyship ! Sir To. Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion. You'll nothing, madam, to my lord by me?

Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, than Oli. Stay : I understand what you mean by bidding me taste I pr’ythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me. iny legs.

Vio. That you do think, you are not what you are. Sir To. I mean to go, sir, to enter.

Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you. Vio. I will answer you with gait and entrance : Viw. Then think you right; I am not what I am. But we are prevented.

Oli. I would, you were as I would have you be!

Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am, Enter Olivia and Maria.

I wish it might ; for now I am your fool. Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens rain Oli. 0, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful odours on you!

In the contempt and anger of his lip! Sir And. That youth's a rare courtier ! Rain A murd’rous guilt shows not itself more soon odours! well.

Than love that would seem hid : love's night is noori. Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your Cesario, by the roses of the spring, own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.

By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing,
Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouchsafed : I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,
I'll get 'em all three ready.

Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide. Oli. Let the garden door be shut, and leave me Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, to my hearing.

For, that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause : [Ereunt Sir Toby, Sir Andrew, and Maria. But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter: Give me your hand, sir.

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better. Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble service. Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth, Oli. What is your name?

I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth,
Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair princess. And that no woman has ; nor never none

Oli. My servant, sir ! 'Twas never merry world, Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.
Since lowly feigning was call'd compliment : And so adieu, good madam ; never more
You are servant to the count Orsino, youth.

Will I my master's tears to you deplore.
Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs be Oli. Yet come again : for thou, perhaps, may'st

yours ; Your servant's servant is your servant, madam. That heart, which now abhors, to like his love. Oli. For him, I think not on him : for his

[Exeunt thoughts,

SCENE II.- A Room in Olivia's House. Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd with me!

Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle thoughts Enler Sir Toby Belch, Sir Andrew Aque-cheek, On his behalf:

and FABIAN. Oli. 0, by your leave, I pray you;

Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. I bade you never speak again of him :

Sir To. Thy reason, dear i enom, give ihy rea-on. But, would you undertake another suit,

Fub. You must needs yield your reason, sir AnI had rather hear you to solicit that,

drew. Than musick from the spheres.

Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more favours Vio.

Dear lady,

to the count's serving man, than ever she bestowed Oli. Give me leave, I beseech you : I did send

upon me; I saw't i'the orchard. After the last enchantment you did here,

Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old boy ? tell A ring in chase of you ; so did I aluse

me that. Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you :

Sir And. As plain as I see you now. Under your hard construction must I sit,

Fab. This was a great argument of love in her To foro tat on you, in a shameful cunning,

toward you.


Sr And. 'Slight! will you make an ass o' me? his murderer: He does obey every point of the

Fab. I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon the letter that I dropped to betray him. He does smile caths of judgment and reason.

his face into more lines than are in the new map, Sir To. And they have been grand jury-men, since with the augmentation of the Indies : you have before Noah was a sailor.

not seen such a thing as 'tis; I can hardly forbear Fab. She did show favour to the youth in your hurling things at him. I know my lady will strike sight, only to exasperate you, to awake your dor- him ; if she do, he'll smile, and take't for a greas mouse valour, to put fire in your heart, and brim- favour. stone in your liver: You should then have accosted Sir To. Come, bring us, bring us where he is. her; and with some excellent jests, fire-new from

[Ercunt. the mint, you should have banged the youth into

SCENE III. - A Street. dumbness. This was looked for at your hand, and this was baulked: the double guilt of this opportu

Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN. nity you let time wash off, and you are now sailed Seb. I would not by my will have troubled you ; into the north of my lady's opinion; where you will But, since you make your pleasure of your pains, hang like an icicle on a Dutchman's beard, unless I will no further chide you. Fou do redeem it by some laudable attempt, either Ant. I could not stay behind you ; my desire, of valour, or policy.

More sharp than filed steel, did spur me forth ; Sir And. And't be any way, it must be with va- And not all love to see you, (though so much, lour; for policy I hate; I had as lief be a Brownist, As might have drawn one to a longer voyage,) as a politician.

But jealousy what might befall your travel, Sir To. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger, the basis of valour. Challenge me the count's Unguided, and unfriended, often prove youth to fight with him ; hurt him in eleven places; Rough and unhospitable: My willing love, my niece shall take note of it: and assure thyself, The rather by these arguments of fear, there is no love-broker in the world can more pre- Set forth in your pursuit. vail in man's commendation with woman, than re- Seb.

My kind Antonio, port of valour.

I can no other answer make, but, thanks, Fab. There is no way but this, sir Andrew. And thanks, and ever thanks : Often good turns

Sir And. Will either of you bear me a challenge Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay: to him?

But, were my worth, as is my conscience, firm, Sir To. Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst You should find better dealing. What's to do? and brief; it is no matter how witty, so it be elo- Shall we go see the reliques of this town? quent and full of invention; taunt him with the Ant. To-morrow, sir ; best, first, go see your licence of ink: if thou thou'st him some rice, it

lodging. shall not be amiss; and as many lies as will lie in Seb. I am not weary, and 'tis long to night; thy sheet of paper, although the sheet were big I pray you let us satify our eyes enough for the bed of Ware in England, set 'em With the memorials, and the things of fame, down; go about it. Let there be gall enough in That do renown this city. thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no Ant.

'Would, you'd pardon me; matter : About it:

1 do not without danger walk these streets : Sir And. Where shall I find you?

Once, in a sea-fight, "gainst the count his gallies, Sir To. We'll call thee at the cubiculo: Go. I did some service; of such note, indeed,

(Erit Sir ANDREW. That, were I ta’en here, it would scarce be answer'd Fab. This is a dear manakin to you, sir Toby. Seb. Belike, you slew great number of his people

Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; some two Ant. The offence is not of such a bloody nature; thousand strong, or so.

Albeit the quality of the time, and quarrel, Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him : but Might well have given us bloody argument. you'll not deliver it.

It might have since been answer'd in repaying Sir To. Never trust me then ; and by all means What we took from them ; which, for trafficki sake, stir on the youth to an answer. I think oxen and Most of our city did : only myself stood out: wainropes cannot hail them together. For Andrew, For which, if I be lapsed in this place, if he were opened, and you find so much blood in I shall pay dear. his liver as will clog the foot of a flea, I'll eat the Seb.

Do not then walk too open. rest of the anatomy.

Ant. It doth not fit me. Huld, sir, here's my Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in his

purse ; visage no great presage of cruelty.

In the south suburbs, at the Elephant,

Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet,
Enter MARIA.

Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your knwSir To. Look where the youngest wren of nine

ledge, comes.

With viewing of the town; there shall you have me. Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will laugh Seb. Why | your purse? yourselves into stitches, follow me : yon' gull Mal- Ant. Haply, your eye shall light upon some toy volio is turned heathen, a very renegado ; for there You have desire to purchase; and your store, is no Christian, that means to be saved by believing I think, is not for idle markets, sir. rightly, can ever believe such impossible passages of

Seb. I'll be your purse-bearer, and leave you fr grossness. He's in yellow stockings.

An hour. Sir To. And cross-gartered ?

Ant. To the Elephant.Mar. Most villainously ; like a pedant that keeps


I do remember. a school i' the church. - I have dogged him, like


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