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Quick. No, by my troth, not long: for we can- Nym. You'll pay me the eight shillings I won of net lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentle you at betting ? wornen, that live honestly by the prick of their Pist. Base is the slave that pays. needles, but it will be thought we keep a bawdy- Nym. That now I will have; that's the humour house straight. (Nem draws his sword.) O well-a- of it. day, Lady, if he be not drawn now! O Lord! here's Pist. As manhood shall compound; Push home. corporal Nym's - now shall we have wilful adultery Bard. By this sword, he that makes the first and murder committed. Good lieutenant Bardolph, thrust I'll kill him; by this sword, I will. - good corporal, offer nothing here.

Pist. Sword is an oath, and oaths must have Nym. Pish!

their course. Pist

. Pish for thee, Iceland dog! thou prick- Bard. Corporal Nym, an thou wilt be friends, be cared cur of Iceland.

friends : an thou wilt not, why then be enemies Quick. Good corporal Nym, show the valour of with me too. Pr'ythee, put up. a man, and put up thy sword.

Nym. I shall have my eight shillings, I won of Nym. Will you shog off? I would have you solus. you at betting ?

(Sheathing his sword. Pist. A noble shalt thou have, and present pay; Pist. Solus, egregious dog? Ò viper vile ! And liquor likewise will I give to thee, The solus in thy most marvellous face;

And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood : The solus in thy teeth, and in thy throat,

I'll live by Nym, and Nym shall live by me;And in thy hateful lungs, yea, in thy maw, perdy; Is not this just ? -- for I shall sutler be And, which is worse, within thy nasty mouth! Unto the camp, and profits will accrue. I do retort the solus in thy bowels;

Give me thy hand. Far I can take, and Pistol's cock is up,

Nym. I shall have my noble ? And flashing fire will follow.

Pist. In cash most justly paid. Nym. I am not Barbason, you cannot conjure Nym. Well then, that's the humour of it. me. I have an humour to knock you indifferently

Re-enter Mrs. QUICKLY. well : If you grow foul with me, Pistol, I will scour you with my rapier, as I may, in fair terms: if you

Quick. As ever you came of women, come in would walk

' off, I would prick your guts a little, quickly to sir John : Ah, poor heart ! he is so shaked in good terms, as I may; and that's the humour of a burning quotidian tertian, that it is most la of it.

mentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him. Pist. O braggard, vile, and damned furious Nym. The king hath run bad humours on the wight!

knight, that's the even of it. The doth

gape, and doting death is near ; Pist. Nym, thou hast spoke the right; Therefore exhale.

[Pistol And Nym draw. His heart is fracted, and corroborate. Bard. Hear me, hear me what I say :- he that Nym. The king is a good king : but it must be strikes the first stroke, I'll run him up to the hilts, as it may; he passes some humours

, and careers. as I am a soldier.

[Draws. Pist. Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins, Pist. An oath of mickle might; and fury shall

we will live.

[Ereunt. abate. Give me thy fist, thy fore-foot to me give; SCENE II. - Southampton. A Council Chamber, Iby spirits are most tall. Nym. I will cut thy throat, one time or other, in

Enter EXETER, BEDFORD, and WESTMORELAND. fair terms; that is the humour of it.

Bed. 'Fore God, his grace is bold, to trust these Pist. Coupe le gorge, that's the word ? -I thee

traitors. defy again.

Ere. They shall be apprehended by and by. O hound of Crete, think'st thou my spouse to get ?

West. How smooth and even they do bear them

selves ! And from the powdering tub of infamy

As if allegiance in their bosoms sat, Fetch forth the lazar kite of Cressid's kind,

Crowned with faith, and constant loyalty. Doll Tear-sheet she by name, and her espouse :

Bed. The king hath note of all that they intend, I have, and I will hold, the quondam Quickly

By interception which they dream not of. For the only she : and — Pauca, there's enough. Exe. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow,

Whom he hath cloy'd and grac'd with princely Enter the Boy.

favours, Boy. Mine host Pistol, you must come to my That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell master, - and you, hostess ; – he is very sick, and His sovereign's life to death and treachery! would to bed. — Good Bardolph, put thy nose bewhen his sheets, and do the office of a warming- Trumpet sounds. Enter King Henry, Scroop, fan: 'faith, he's very ill.

CAMBRIDGE, Grey, Lords, and Attendants. Bard. Away, you rogue.

K. Hen. Now sits the wind fair, and we will Quick. By my troth, he'll yield the crow a pud

aboard. ding one of these days ; the king has killed his My lord of Cambridge, and my kind lord of heart. — Good husband, come home presently.

Masham, (Ereunt Mrs. Quickly and Boy. And you, my gentle knight, give me your Bard. Come, shall I make you two friends? We

thoughts : must to France together ; Why, the devil, should Think you not, that the powers we bear with us, we keep knives to cut one another's throats? Will cut their passage through the force of France ; Pist. Let floods o'erswell, and fiends for food Doing the execution, and the act,

For which we have in head assembled them?

No; to the spital go,

bowl mm!

Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do his Grey. Scroop. To which we all appeal. best.

K. Hen. The mercy, that was quick in us but late, K. Hen. I doubt not that since we are well per- By your own counsel is suppress'd and killid : suaded,

You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy; We carry not a heart with us from hence,

For your own reasons turn into your bosoms, That grows not in a fair consent with ours; As dogs upon their masters, worrying them. Nor leave not one behind, that doth not wish See you, my princes, and my noble peers, Success and conquest to attend on us.

These English monsters! My lord of Cambridge Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd, and lov'd

here, — Than is your majesty ; there's not, I think, a subject, You know, how apt our love was, to accord That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness

To furnish him with all appertinents Under the sweet shade of your government. Belonging to his honour; and this man Grey. Even those, that were your father's ene- Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspir'd, mies,

And sworn unto the practices of France, Have steep'd their galls in honey ; and do serve you to kill us here in Hampton : to the which, With hearts create of duty and of zeal.

This knight, no less for bounty bound to us K. Hen. We therefore have great cause of thank- Than Cambridge is,-hath likewise sworn.-But O! fulness;

What shall I say to thee, lord Scroop ; thou cruel, And shall-forget the office of our hand,

Ingrateful, savage, and inhuman creature ! Sooner than quittance of desert and merit,

Thou, that did'st bear the key of all my counsels, According to the weight and worthiness.

That knew'st the very bottom of my soul, Scroop. So service shall with steeled sinews toil; That almost might'st have coin'd me into gold, And labour shall refresh itself with hope,

Would'st thou have practis'd on me for thy use? To do your grace incessant services.

May it be possible, that foreign hire
K. Hen. We judge no less. — Uncle of Exeter, Could out of thee extract one spark of evil,
Enlarge the man committed yesterday,

That might annoy my finger? 'tis so strange, That rail'd against our person : we consider, That, though the truth of it stands off as gross It was excess of wine that set him on;

As black from white, my eye will scarcely see it. And, on his more advice, we pardon bim.

Treason, and murder, ever kept together, Scroop. That's mercy, but too much security : As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose, Let him be punish’d, sovereign ; lest example Working so grossly in a natural cause, Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind. That admiration did not whoop at them : K. Hen. O, let us yet be merciful.

But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in Cam. So may your highness, and yet punish too. Wonder, to wait on treason, and on murder: Grey. Sir, you show great mercy, if you give And whatsoever cunning fiend it was, him life,

That wrought upon thee so preposterously, After the taste of much correction.

H'ath got the voice in hell for excellence : · K. Hen. Alas, your too much love and care of me And other devils, that suggest by treasons, Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch.

Do botch and bungle up damnation If little faults, proceeding on distemper,

With patches, colours, and with forms being fetch'd Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye, From glistering semblances of piety; When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and di- But he, that temper'd thee, bade thee stand up, gested,

Gave thee no instance why thou should'st do treason, Appear before us? — We'll yet enlarge that man, Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor. Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, - in their If that same dæmon, that hath gull’d thee thus,

Should with his lion gait walk the whole world, And tender preservation of our person,

He might return to vasty Tartar back, Would have him punish’d. And now to our French And tell the legions - I can never win causes;

A soul so easy as that Englishman's. Who are the late commissioners ?

O, how bast thou with jealousy infected Cam. I, one, my lord ;

The sweetness of affiance ! Show men dutiful ? Your highness bade me ask for it to-day.

Why, so didst thou : Seem they grave and learned? Scroop. So did you me, my liege.

Why, so didst thou: Come they of noble family? Grey. And me, my royal sovereign.

Why, so didst thou : Seem they religious ? K. Hen. Then, Richard, earl of Cambridge, there Why, so didst thou : Or are they spare in diet: is yours : —

Free from gross passion, or of mirth, or anger; There yours, lord Scroop of Masham – and, sir Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood; knight,

Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement; Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours Not working with the eye, without the ear, Read them; and know, I know your worthiness. And, but in purged judgment, trusting neither ? My lord of Westmoreland, - and uncle Exeter, Such, and so finely bolted, didst thou seem : We will aboard to-night. - Why, how now, gentle- And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot, men?

To mark the full-fraught man, and best indued,
What see you in those papers, that you lose With some suspicion. I will weep for thee;
So much complexion? look ye, how they change! | For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like

Their cheeks are paper. - Why, what read you there, Another fall of man. — Their faults are open,
That hath so cowarded and chas'd your blood Arrest them to the answer of the law ;-
Out of appearance ?

And God acquit them of their practices!
I do confess my fault;

Exe. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of And do submit me to your bighness' mercy. Richard earl of Cambridge.

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I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of twelve and one, e'en at turning o' the tide : for after Henry lord Scroop of Masham.

I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Aowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew Thomas Grey, knight of Northumberland.

there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as Scroop. Our purposes God justly hath discover'd; a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. · How now, And I repent my fault, more than my death; sir John ? quoth I: what, man! be of good cheer. Which I beseech your highness to forgive,

So 'a cried out - God, God, God! three or four Although my body pay the price of it.

times : now I, to comfort him, bid him, 'a should Cam. For me, the gold of France did not se- not think of God; I hoped, there was no need to duce ;

trouble himself with any such thoughts yet : So, 'a Although I did admit it as a motive,

bade mc lay more clothes on his feet : I put my hand The sooner to effect what I intended :

into the bed, and felt them, and they were as cold as But God be thanked for prevention ;

any stone; then I felt to his knees, and so upward, Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice, and upward, and all was as cold as any stone. Beseeching God, and you, to pardon me.

Nym. They say, he cried out of sack.
Grey. Never did faithful subject more rejoice Quick. Ay, that 'a did.
At the discovery of most dangerous treason,

Bard. And of women.
Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself,

Quick. Nay, that 'a did not. Prevented from a damned enterprize :

Boy. Yes, that 'a did; and said, they were devils My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign. incarnate. K. Hen. God quit you in his mercy! Hear your Quick. 'A could never abide carnation ; 'twas a sentence.

colour he never liked. You have conspir'd against our royal person,

Boy. 'A said once the devil would have him Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his coffers about women. Receiv'd the golden earnest of our death;

Quick. 'A did in some sort, indeed, handle woWherein you would have sold your king to slaughter, men : but then he was rheumatick; and talked of His princes and his peers to servitude,

the whore of Babylon. His subjects to oppression and contempt,

Boy. Do you not remember, 'a saw a flea stick And his whole kingdom unto desolation.

upon Bardolph's nose ; and 'a said, it was a black Touching our person, seek ive no revenge; soul burning in hell-fire ? But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,

Bard. Well, the fuel is gone, that maintained Whose ruin you three sought, that to her laws that fire : that's all the riches I got in his service. We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence, Nym. Shall we shog off? the king will beg

gone Poor miserable wretches, to your death :

from Southampton. The taste whereof, God, of his mercy, give you Pist. Come, let's away. — My love, give me thy Patience to endure, and true repentance

lips. Of all your dear offences ! - Bear them hence. Look to my chattels, and my moveables :

[Exeunt Conspirators, guarded. Let senses rule ; the word is, Pitch and pay ; Now, Lords, for France; the enterprize whereof Trust none; Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.

For oaths are straws, men's faiths are wafer-cakes, We doubt not of a fair and lucky war;

And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck ; Since God so graciously hath brought to light Therefore, caveto be thy counsellor. This dangerous treason, lurking in our way, Go, clear thy chrystals. — Yoke-fellows in arms, To hinder our beginnings, we doubt not now, Let us to France ! like horse-leeches, my boys; But every rub is smoothed on our way.

To suck, to suck, the very blood to suck! Then, forth, dear countrymen ; let us deliver Boy. And that is but unwholesome food, they Our puissance into the hand of God,

say. Putting it straight in expedition. ·

Pist. Touch her soft mouth, and march. Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance :

Bard. Farewell, hostess.

Kissing her. No king of England, if not king of France.

Nym. I cannot kiss, that is the humour of it; [Ereunt. but adieu.

Pist. Let housewifery appear; keep close, I thee SCENE III. - London. Mrs. Quickly's House command. in Eastcheap. Quick. Farewell ; adieu.

(Excunt. Enter PISTOL, Mrs. QUICKLY, NYM, BARDOLPH, and

SCENE IV. - France. A Room in the French Boy.

King's Palace. Qrrick. Pr'ythee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring thee to Staines.

Enter the French King attended; the DAUPHIN, Pist . No; for my manly heart doth yearn.

the Duke or BURGUNDY, the CONSTABLE, and

others. Bardolph, be blithe ; – Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins;

Fr. King. Thus come the English with full Boy, bristle thy courage up; for Falstaff he is dead,

power upon us; And we must yearn therefore.

And more than carefully it us concerns, Berd. 'Would, I were with him, wheresome'er To answer royally in our defences. he is, either in heaven, or in hell !

Therefore the dukes of Berry, and of Bretagne, Quick. Nay, sure, he's not in hell ; he's in Ar- of Brabant, and of Orleans, shall make forth, ter's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. And you, prince Dauphin, — with all sweet de"A made a finer end, and went avray, an it had been

spatch, aby christom child; 'a parted even just between To line and new repair, our towns of war,

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men of courage, and with means defendant : Dau. Turn head, and stop pursuit : for coward For England his approaches makes as fierce,

dogs As waters to the sucking of a gulf.

Most spend their mouths, when what they seem to It fits us then, to be as provident

threaten, As fear may teach us, out of late examples

Runs far before them. Good my sovereign, Left by the fatal and neglected English

Take up the English short ; and let them know Upon our fields.

Of what a monarchy you are the head ; Dau. My most redoubted father,

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe:

As self-neglecting. For peace itself should not so dull a kingdom,

Re-enter Lords, with EXETER and Train. (Though war, nor no known quarrel, were in question,)

Fr. King

From our brother England ? But that defences, musters, preparations,

Bre. Prom him; and thus he greets your maShould be maintain'd, assembled, and collected,

jesty. As were a war in expectation.

He wills you, in the name of God Almighty, Therefore, I say, 'tis meet we all go forth,

That you divest yourself and lay apart To view the sick and feeble parts of France; The borrow'd glories, that, by gift of heaven, And let us do it with no show of fear ;

By law of nature, and of nations, 'long No, with no more, than if we heard that England To him, and to his heirs ; namely, the crown, Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance :

And all wide stretched honours that pertain, For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd,

By custom and the ordnance of times Her scepter so fantastically borne

Unto the crown of France. That you may know, By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth, 'Tis no sinister, nor no aukward claim, That fear attends her not.

Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days, Con.

O peace, prince Dauphin ! Nor from the dust of old oblivion rak'd, You are too much mistaken in this king :

He sends you this most memorable line, Question your grace the late ambassadors,

(Gives a paper With what great state he heard their embassy,

In every branch truly demonstrative; How well supplied with noble counsellors, Willing you; overlook this pedigree : How modest in exception, and withal

And, when you find him evenly derir'd How terrible in constant resolution,

From his most fam'd of famous ancestors, And you shall find, his vanities fore-spent

Edward the Third, he bids you then resiga Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus, Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held Covering discretion with a coat of folly;

From him the native

and true challenger. As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots

Fr. King. Or else what follows ? That shall first spring, and be most delicate.

Ere. Bloody constraint ; for if you hide the Dau. Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable,

crown But though we think it so, it is no matter :

Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it : In cases of defence, 'tis best to weigh

And therefore in fierce tempest is he coming, The enemy more mighty than he seems,

In thunder, and in earthquake, like a Jove; So the proportions of defence are fill'd;

(That, if requiring fail, he will compel ;) Which, of a weak and niggardly projection, And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord, Doth, like a miser, spoil his coat, with scanting

Deliver up the crown ; and to take mercy A little cloth.

On the poor souls, for whom this hungry war Fr. King. Think we king Harry strong ; Opens his vasty jaws : and on your head And, princes, look, you strongly arm to meet him. Turns he the widows' tears, the orphans' cries, The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us ;

The dead men's blood, the pining maidens' groans And he is bred out of that bloody strain,

For husbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers, That haunted us in our familiar paths :

That shall be swallowed in this controversy. Witness our too much memorable shame,

This is his claim, his threat'ning, and my message; When Cressy battle fatally was struck,

Unless the Dauphin be in presence here, And all our princes captiv'd, by the hand

To whom expressly I bring greeting too. Of that black name, Edward black prince of Wales; Fr. King. For us, we will consider of this further: Whiles that his mountain sire, -on mountain To-morrow shall you bear our full intent standing,

Back to our brother England. Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,


For the Dauphin, Saw his heroical seed, and smild to see him I stand here for him ; What to him from England? Mangle the work of nature, and deface

Exe. Scorn, and defiance ; slight regard, conThe patterns that by God and by French fathers

tempt, Had twenty years been made. This is a stem And any thing that may not misbecome Of that victorious stock ; and let us fear

The mighty sender, doth he prize you at. The native mightiness and fate of him,

Thus says my king: and, if your father's highness Enter a Messenger.

Do not, in grant of all demands at large,

Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty, Mess. Ambassadors from Henry King of England He'll call you to so hot an answer for it, Do crave admittance to your majesty.

That caves and womby vaultages of France Fr. King. We'll give them present audience. Shall chide your trespass, and return your mock Go, and bring them.

In second accent of his ordnance. (Exeunt Mess. and certain Lords. Dau. Say, if my father render fair reply, You see, this chase is hotly follow'd, friends, It is against my will: for I desire

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Nothing but odds with England ; to that end, Fr. Xing. To-morrow shall you know our mind As matching to his youth and vanity,

at full. I did present him with those Paris balls.

Ere. Despatch us with all speed, lest that our Ere . He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it,

king Were it the mistress court of mighty Europe :

Come here himself to question our delay ; And, be assur'd, you'll find a difference,

For he is footed in this land already. (As we, his subjects, have in wonder found,)

Fr. l'ing. You shall be soon despatch'd, with Between the promise of bis greener days,

fair conditions : And these he masters now ; now he weighs time, A night is but small breath, and little pause, Eren to the utmost grain ; which you shall read To answer matters of this consequence. (Exeunt. In yow owg losses, if he stay in France.


you !

not ;

Then imitate the action of the tiger.;
Enter Chorus.

Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Cho. Thus with imagin'd wing our swift seene Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage :

Then lend the eye a terrible aspéct ; In motion of no less celerity

Let it pry through the portage of the head, Than that of thought. Suppose that you have seen Like the brass cannon ; let the brow o'erwhelm it, The well appointed king at Hampton pier

As fearfully, as doth a galled rock Embark his royalty ; and his brave fleet

O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, With silken streamers the young Phæbus fanning. Swillid with the wild and wasteful ocean. Play with your fancies ; and in them behold, Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide ; Upon the bempen tackle, ship-boys climbing : Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit Hear the shrill whistle, which doth order give To his full height! - On, on, you noblest English, To sounds confus'd : behold the threaden sails, Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof! Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders, Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea, Have, in these parts, from morn till even fought, Breasting the lofty surge : 0, do but think, And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument. You stand upon the rivage, and behold

Dishonour not your mothers ; now attest, A city on the inconstant billows dancing ;

That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget For so appears this fleet majestical, Holding due course to Harfleur. Follow, follow ! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, Grapple your minds to sternage of this navy; And teach them how to war ! - And you, good And leave your England, as dead midnight, still,

yeomen, Guarded with grandsires, babies, and old women, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here Either past, or not arrived to, pith and puissance : The mettle of your pasture; let us swear For who is he, whose chin is but enrich'd

That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt With one appearing hair, that will not follow These cull'd and choice-drawn cavaliers to France ? For there is none of you so mean and base, Work, work, your thoughts, and therein see a That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. siege :

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Behold the ordnance on their carriages,

Straining upon the start. The game's afoot ; With fatal mouths gaping on girded Harfleur. Follow your spirit : and, upon this charge, Suppose, the ambassador from the French comes Cry - God for Harry! England ! and Saint George!

[Exeunt. Alarum, and chambers go off. Tells Harry that the king doth offer him Katharine his daughter; and with her, to dowry,

SCENE II. - The same.
Sorne petty and unprofitable dukedoms.
The offer likes not: and the nimble gunner

Forces pass over ; then enter Nym, BARDOLPH, With linstock now the devilish cannon touches,

Pistol, and Boy. (Alarum ; and chambers go off Bard. On, on, on, on, on! to the breach, to the And down goes all before them. Still be kind, breach! And eke out our performance with your mind. Nym. 'Pray thee, corporal, stay; the knocks are

[Erit. too hot ; and, for mine own part, I have not a case

of lives : the humour of it is too hot, that is the SCENE I. - The same.

Before Harfleur.

very plain-song of it. Alarums. Enter King Henry, EXETER, BEDFORD,

Pist. The plain-song is most just ; for humours

do abound; GLOSTE, and Soldiers, with scaling ladders. Knocks go and come ; God's vassals drop and die; K. Hen. Once more unto the breach, dear friends,

And sword and shield, once more;

In bloody field, Or close the wall up with our English dead !

Doth win immortal fame. In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man,

Boy. 'Would I were in an alehouse in London ! As modest stillness, and humility :

I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and But when the blast of war blows in our ears,



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