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Where I may wallow in the lily beds
Proposed for the deserver I O gentle Pandarus,
From Cupid*s shoulder pluck his painted wings.
And fly with me to Cressid !

Fan. WMlk here i'the orchard, HI bring her
straight [Exit Pandarus.

TVo. I am giddy : expectation whirls me round.
The imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants mv sense. What will it be,
, When that the wal ry palate tastes indeed



2^ Even such m passion doth embrmoe mj
boKom:

My heart beats thicker than a feverooa poise;
And all my powers do their bestowring lose,
Like vassalage at unawares encountYuig
The eye of migesty.

Enter Pahdabub and Cressida.

Fan. Come, come, what need you blush? ahame^
m baby.— Here she is now : swear the oaths now
to her that you have sworn to me. - What, are
you gone again? you must be watch Vi ere yoa be
made tame, must you ? Come your ways, oome
your wave ; an yoo draw backward, well put yoa
1* the fills. — Why do you not speak to her?
Come, draw this curtain, and let's see yoai

Sictore. Alas the day, how loth you are to offend
aylightl ant were dark you*d cloee sooner.
So, so ; rub on, and kiss the mistress. How now,
a kiss in fee-form t build there, carpenter; the air
is sweet. Nay, you shall fight vour hearts out
ere I part ^ou. The falcon as the tercel, for all
the ducks i the river: go to, go to.

Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady.

Fan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds : but
she'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she call
your activity in question. What, billing atpin ?
Here's—*' In witness whereof the parties mter-
changeably*'— Come in, come in; I'll go get m
fire. [i^PAJi.

Cre$, Will yon walk in, my lord?

2Vio. Cressida, how often have I wish'd me
thn?!

Crea. Wished, my lord?— The gods grant I—
my lord t

Tio. What should they grant? what makes this
pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies
my sweet lady in the fountain of our love ?

Ores, More dregs then water, if my fears have
eyes.

Tro. Fears make devils chembins; they never
see trnly

Ores. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds
safer footing tlian blind reason stumbling wichont
fear: To fear the worst oft cures the worse.

Tro, O, let my lady apprehend no fear : in all
Cupid*s pageant there is presented no monster.

Ores. Nor nothing monstrous neither ?

Tro. Nothing, but our undertakings ; when we
TOW to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame
tigers; thinking it harder for our mistress to
devise imposition enough, than for us to undergo
any difficulty imposed. This is the monstrosity
in love, lady, — that the will is infinite, and the
execution confined ; that the desire is boundless,
and the acta slave to limit.

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Bs-enUt Pahdarus. That my integrity and truth to you

Might be aflrunted with the match and weight
Ot'aucb a winnowed purity in love;
How were I then oplifted I bat alaa,



, Pan, Whit, blushing still? have yon not done
calking yet?

Orts, Well, ande, what folly I commit I dedi-
cate to yotL

Pan. I than'< ^u for that ; if my lord get a boy
3f yoo, youll give him me : Be true to my lord :
if be flinch, chide me for it.

7Vt>. You know now your hostages; your
UDclelB word and my firm &iih.

Pan, Nay, HI give rov word for her too; our
kindred, though thev be long ere they are wooed,
they are constant, being won : they are burs, I
can tell you ; tbeyll stick where they are thrown.

OrtM. BoldnoM comes to me now, and brings
me heart:
Prince Troilus, I have lovld you night and day,
For many weary months.

Tro, Why wasmyCres^iidthensohardto win?

Crta, Uu^ to seem won ; but I was won, my
lord.
With the first gUnoe that ever— Pardon me;—
If I eonfess much, you will play the tyrant.
1 love you now ; but not, till now, so much
But 1 might master it:— in faith, I lie ;
My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown
Too headstrong for their mother: See, we fools t
Why have I blabb'd ? who shall be true to us,
When we are so unseoret to ountelves?
BuL though I lov'd you well, 1 woo'd you not;
And yet, good &ith, I wish'd m;^8elf a man ;
Or that we women had men's privilege
Of speaking first 8weet, bid me hold my tongue ;
For, in this rapture, I shall surely speak
The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence
Cunning in dumbness, from my weakness draws
My soul of counsel from me: Stop my mouth.

Tro. And shall, albeit sweet music issues
thence.

Pan. Pretty, iYaith.

Ores. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me:
Twas not my purpose thus to beg a kiss :
I am asham*d ; — O heavens ! what have I done ? —
For this time will I take my leave, my lord.

Tro, Your leave, sweet Cressid ?

Pan. Leavel an yon take leave till to-morrow
morning, —

Crcf. Pray you, content yon.

Tro. WliatofRBnds yon, lady?

Cft$. Sir, mine ovm company.

Tro. Ton cannot shun

Yourseir.

Crt$. Let me go and try :
I have a kind of self resides with you:
But an unkind self, that itself will leave.
To be anotherli fool. Where is my wit?
I would be gone:— I speak I know not what

Tro, Well know they what they speak that
speak so wisely.

Off. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft
than love :



1 am as true as truth's simplicity,
And simpler than the infancy of truth.

Cres, In that ill war with you.

Tro, O virtuous fight.

When right with right wars who shall be most

right I
True swains in love shall, in the world to come,
Approve their truths by Troilus; when theii

rhymes
Full of protest, of oath, and big compere.
Want similes, truth tir*d with iteration,—
As true as steel, as plantage to the moon,
As sun to dav, as turtle to her mate.
As iron to adamant, as earth to the centre,—
Yet, after all comparisons of truth.
As truth's authentic author to be cited.
As true as Troilus shall crown up the verse,
And sanctify the numbers.

Ores, Prophet mav you be I

If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth,
When time is old and hath forgot itself.
When waterdrops have worn Uie stones of Troy,
And blind oblivion swallowed cities up.
And mighty states characterless are grated
To dusty nothing ; yet let memory
From fdse to false, among false maids in love.
Upbraid mv falsehood 1 when they have said, as

As air, as water, as wind, as sandy earth,

As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer'W calf;

Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son:

Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of fiidsehood.

As false as Cressid.

Pan, Go to, a bargain made: seal it, seal it; 111
be the witness. — Here i hold your hand : here, ray
cousin's. If ever you prove false one to another,
since 1 have taken such pains to bring you together,
let all pitiful goers-between be called to the world's
end afEer my name, call them all— Panders; let all
constant men be Troil uses, all &lse women Cretaids,
and all brokers-between Panders I say, amen.

Tro, Amen.

Crt$, Amen.

Pan, Amen. Whereupon I will show you a
chamber, which bed, because it shall not apeak of
your preUy encounters, press it to death: away.

And Cupid grant all tongue-tied maidens here.

Bed, chamber, and Pandar to provide this geerl

8CENE Ul^^The Qreoian Otu^

Enter Aoambw non, Ulysses, Diomedbs, NEflTOR,
Ajax, Menblaus, and Calchas.

CaL Now, princes, for the service I have done
you,

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Out of thoM mftnj registered in promise,
YThich 70a say live to come in my behalf.

Agam, Whatwouldst thou of ns, Trojan? make
demand.

CdU You have a Trojan prisoner, caird Antenor,
Yesterday took : Troy holds him very dear.
Oft have yon (often have you thanks therefore)
De8ir*d my Cressid in right great exchange,
Whom Troy hath still denied : But this Antenor,
I know, is such a wreet in their affairs,
That their negotiations all must slack.
Wanting his manage ; and they will almoet
Qive us a prince of blood, a son of Priam,
In change of him: let him be sent, great princes,
And he shall boy my daughter; and her presence
Shall quite strike off all service I have done.
In most accepted pain.

Agam* Let Diomedes bear him.

And bring us Cressid hither ; Calchas shall hare
What he requests of us.~Good Diomed,
] uriiish you fdrly for this interchange:
Withal, brin^ word. If Hector will to-morow
Be answer'd in his challenge : Ajax b ready.

Dio, This shall I undertake; and tis a burthen
Which I am proud to bear.

\Ewewnt DiOM. and Cal.

Bider AomLLBi and Patboolob, h^bn their Tent,

Uiyt^ Achilles stands i' the entrance of his tent:
Please it our general to pass strangely by hiin,
As if he were forgot ; and, princes all,
Lay negligent and loose regard upon him:
I will come last : *Tb like, ne'll Question me,
Why such unplausiye eyes are oent, why tvarM

on bim :
It so, I have derision medldnable,
To use between your strangeness and his pride,
Which his own will shall have desire to drink;
It may do good : pride hath no other glass
To show itself, but pride ; for supnle knees
Feed arrogance, ana are the proua man's fees.

Aganu Well execute your purpose, and put on
A form of strangeness as we pass along ; —
So do each lord; and either greet him not,
Or else disdainfully, which shall shake him
Than if not look'd on. I will lead the way.

AjchiL What, comes the general to speak with
me?
You know my mind, 111 fight no more *gainst Troy.

Agon. WliatsaysAchilles? would he aught with
us?

NeiL Would you, mj lord, aught with the
general?

AchiLlio.

Neat, Nothing, my lord.

.i^om. The better. rjEa»tin< AoAM. cmJ Nk8T.

AchxL Good day, good day.

Men. How do you do? how do yon? [ExUJ&xs.

AckiL What, does the cuckold soom me ?

Ajax, How now, Patrodus?

A<M, Good morrow, Ajax.

A^ Ha?

AiddL Good morrow.

Ajax, Av, and good next day too. [Exit Ajax.

ArJdL what mean these fellows ? Know they
not Achilles?

FiUr. They pass by strangely: they were Qs*d
to bend.
To send their smiles before them to Achilles ;
To oome as humbly as they us'd to creep
To bol T altars.

AM, What, am I poor of hite?

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Must fall out with men too : What the declin*d is,

He shall as soon read in the dyes of others.

As feel in his own fall : for men, like butterfliea,

Show not their mealy wings but to the summer;

And not a man, for being simphr man.

Hath any honour : but honour (or those hononrs

That are without him, as pUce, riches, and fiavoor.

Prizes of accident as oft as merit :

Which, when they fall, as being slippery standers,

The love that lean'd on them as slippery too,

Do one pi nek down another, and together

Die in the fiUl. But 'tis not so with me:

Fortune and I are friends : I do enjoy

At ample point all that i did possess.

Save these meu% looks : who do, methinks, find

out
Something not worth in me such rich beholding
As they have often given. Here is Ulysses ;
I'll interrupt his reading. —
How now, Ulysses ?

Uluas, Now, great Thetis* fon I

Aokil, What are you reading?

Ulyta. A strange fellow here

Writes me, that nian, how dearly ever parted,
How much in having, or without, or in.
Cannot make boast to have that which he hatii.
Nor feels not what he owes but by reflection;
As when his virtues shining upon others
Heat them, and they retort that beat again
To the first giver.

AdtO, This is not strange, Ulysses.

The beauty that is borne here in the face
The bearer knows not, but commends itself
To others* eyes : nor doth the eye itself
rrbat most pure spirit of sense) behold itself,
Not going from itself; but eye to eye oppos^
Salutes each other with each others form.
For speculation turns not to itself.
Till it hath travell'd, and is married there
Where it may see itself: this is not strange at alL

C%M. I do not strain at the po.sition.
It is familiar ; but at the author's drift :
Who, in his circumstance, expressly proTSS,
That no man is the lord of anjrthing

? 'hough in and of him there is much
ill he communicate his parts to others :
Nor doth he of himself know them for aught
Till he behold them formed in the applause
Where they are extended ; which, like an an^

reverberates
The Toice a^ain ; or, like a gate of steel
Fronting the sun, receives and renders baok
His figure and his heat I was moofa rapt in

this;
And apprehended here immediately
The unknown Ajax.

Heavens, what a man b there! m verr horse;
That has he knows not what. Nature, what

things there are.
Most abject in regard, and dear in use!
Wliat things again most dear in the esteem.
And poor in worth I Now shall we see to-morrow,
An act that very chance doth throw upon him.
Ajax renown 'd. O heavens, what some men do.
While some men leave to do I
How some men creep in skittish fortuned hall.
Whiles others play the idiots in her eyes!
How one man eats into another's pride,
While pride is feastins in his wantonness!
To see these Grecian lords I— why, even alrsajj
They clap the lubber Ajax on the shoulder;
As if his foot were on brave Hector^ briMsc,
And great Troy shrinking, r^^^^l^
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AehiL I do believe it: for they pasa'd by me
As misers do by beggars ; neither gave to roe
Qood word nor look ; What, are m v deeds forgot ?
Ulyas, Time hatli, my lord« a wallet at his back,
Wherein he puts alms for oblivionf
A great-sized monster of ingratitudes:
Those scraps are good deeds past : which are

d^vour'd
As fiist as they are made, forgot as soon
As done : Perseverance, dear my lord,
Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang
Quite oat of fai>hion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mockery. Take the instant way ;
For hiinour travels in a strait so narrow,
Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path ;
For emulation hath a tliousand sons.
That one by one pursue: If you give way,
Or hedge aside from the direct forthright.
Like to an entered tide, they all rash by,
And leave you hindmost ; —
Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank.
Lie tliere tor pavement to the abject rear,
O'erran and trampled on : Then what they do in

uresent,
Though less than yours in post, must o*ertop

yours :
For time is like a fashionable host.
That slightly shakes his parting guest by the

hand;
And with his arms outstretchM, as he would fly,
Grasps-in the comer : Welcome ever smiles,
And fiurewell goes out sighing. 0, let not virtue

seek
Remuneration for the thing it was!
For beauty, wit,

High birth, vigour of bone, desert in seryioOy
Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all
To envious and oalumnuiting time.
One touch of nature makes the .whole world kin,—
That all, with one consent, pral^ new-born gawds.
Though they are made and moulded of things past:
And give to dust, that is a little gilt,
More laud than gilt o*er-dusted.
The present eye praises the present object:
Then marvel not, thou great and complete man,
That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ;
Since things in motion sooner catch the eye,
Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee,
And still it might ; and yet it may again,
If thou wooldit not entomb thyself alive,
And case th^ reputation in thy tent;
Whose glorii>us deeds but m these fields of late.
Made emulous missions ^ongst the eods them-
selves, *
And dnve great Mars to factioo.

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As perfectly is ours, as yours, my lord ;
And better would it fit Achillea much.
To throw doMm Hector, than Polyxena:
But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home.
When fame shall in our island sound her trump ;
And all the Greekish girls shall tripping sing, —
** Great Hector's sister did Achilles win ;
But our great Ajax. bravely beat down him.**
Farewell, my lord : I as your lover speak ;
The fool slides o*er the ice that you should break.

[ExiL

Fa^, To this effect, Achilles, have I moT*ayou:
A woman impudent and mannish grown
Is not more loath'd than an effeminate man
In time of action. I stand condemned for this^
They think my little stomach to the war,
And your great lave to me, restrains you thus :
Bweet, rouse yourself: and the weak wanton

Cupid
Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold.
And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane.
Be shook to airy air.

AchiL Shall Ajax fight with Hector y

Fair, Ay; and perhaps, receive much honour
by him.

AckiL I see my reputation is at stake;
My fame is slurewdly gor'd.

Fiatr. O, then beware :

Those wounds heal Ul that men do give them

selves:
Omission to do what is necessary
Seals a commission to a blank of danger;
And danger, like an ague, subtly taints
Even then when we fit idly in the sun.

AchtL Go call Thersites hither, sweet Patrociu».
Ill send the fool to Ajax, and desire him
To invite the Trojan lords after the combat.
To see us here unarmed : 1 liave a woman's longing,
An appetite that 1 am sick withal.
To see great Hector in his weeds of peace:
To talk with him, and to behold his visage,
Even to my full of view. A labour sav^ t

£nter Tuebsitbs.

Ther, A wonder 1

AchiL What?

Tlier. Ajax goes up and down the field, asking
for himselu

AchiL How so?

Ther, He must fight singly to-morrow with
Hector; and is so prophetical.yprondof an heroi-
cal cudgelling, that he raves in saying nothing.

AchiL How can that be?

Ther. Why, he stalks up and down like a pea
cock, a stride, and a stand : ruminates, like an
hostess that hath no arithmetic but her brain to
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he wears his tong:ne in his arms. I will pat on his
presence ; let Patrodus make his demands to me,
you shall see the psgeant of Aiax.

AchiL To him, Patroclus : Tell him, I humbly
desire the valiant Ajax to invite most valorous
Hector to come unarmed to my tent ; and to pro-
oare safe conduct for his person, of the magna-
nimous, and most illustrious, six-or-seven-times
honoured captain-general of the Qredan army,
Agamemnon, &c Do this.

Fatr. Jove bless great Ajaz*

Titer, Humph!

Fatr. I come from the worthy Achilles,—

Ther. Hal

Fuir. Who most humbly desires you to invite
Hector to his tent, —

Tker, Humph I

Fatr, And to procure safe-OODduot from Aga-
memnon*

7'her. Agamemnon?

Fatr, Ay, my lord.

Ther, Hal

Fatr. What say jou tot?

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Patr, Tour answer, sir.

T?ier, If to-morrow be m fiiir day, by eleren
o'clock it will go one wav or other; howsoever, he
shall pay for me ere he has me.

Pair. Your answer, sir.

Ther, Fare you well, with all my heart.

AchiL Why, but he is not in this tune, is he?

Ther, No, but he's out o'tune thus. What
music will be in him when Hector has knocked
out bis brains, I know not: But, I am sure, none:
unless the fidler Apollo gets his sinews to make
catlings on.

AcIiiHa, Come, thou shalt bear m letter to him
stniight.

Ther. Let me carry another to his horse; for
that's the more capable creature.

AchU, My mind is troubled, like m fomitain
stirr'd ;
And I myself see not the bottom of it.

\ Exeunt Achilles and Patroglub.

Ther, *Wouid the fountain of your mind were
ctear again, that I might water an ass at it 1 I had
rather be a tick in m sheep, than such m valiant
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SCENE I.— Troy. AStreeL



Enter ^ at one side, ^neas, and Servant unth a larch ;
at the other. Paris, Deiphobus, Ahtevob, Dio-
MEDB8, ana others^ with torches.

Par, See, ho 1 who's that there?

DeL Tis the lord J£neas.

jEne, Is the prince there in person ?
Had I so good occasion to lie long,
As you, prince Paris, nothing but heavenly business
Should rob my bed-mate of my company.

Dio. ThatH my mind too. — Good morrow, lord
iEneas.

Far, A vaiiant Greek, ^oeas ; take his hand :
Witness the process of your speech, wherein
You told how Diomed, in a whole week by days.
Did haunt yon in the field.

JCne, Health to you, valiant sir.

During all question of the gentle truce :
But wbenl meet you arm'd, as black defiance.
As heart can think or courage execute.

IHo- The one and other Diomed embraces.
Our bloods are now in calm ; and, so long, health:
But, when contention and occasion meet,
By Jove, I'll play the hunter for th^ life.
With all my ^rce, pursuit, and policy.

jEne, And thou shalt hunt a lion, that will fly
With his face backward. — In humane gentleness.
Welcome to Troy I now, by Anehises'Tife,
Welcome, indeed ! By Venus' hand I swear,
No man alive can love, in such a sort.
The thing he means to lull, more excellently.

IHo, Wo sympathise: —Jove, let iEneas live.
If to my Bword nis fate be not the glory,
A thousand complete courses of the sun I
But, in my emulous honour, let him die,
With everv joint a wound ; and that to-morrow I

^ne. We know each other welL

Dio, We do ; and long to know each other worse.

Par, This is the most despitefulPst gentle
greeting.
The noblest hateful love, that e*er I heard ot —
What business, lord, so early ?

JSnc I was sent for to the king ; but why I
know nou



Par, His purpose meets yon: Twas to bring
this Greek
To Calchas' house; and there to render him,
For the enfreed Autenor, the fair Oressid :
Let's have your company ; or, if you please,
Haste there be'bre us : I constantly do think
(Or, rather call my thought a certain knowledge).
My brother Troilus lodges there to-night ;
Rouse him, and give him note of our approach,
With the whole ouality whereof; I fear,
We shall be much imwelcome.

^/Ene. That I assure you ;

Troilus had rather Troy were borne to Greece,
Than Cressid borne from Troy.

Par, 'rhere is no help ;

The bitter disposition of the time
Will have it so. On lord ; we'll follow yon.

jEne. Good morrow, all. [Ebdt.

Foot, And tell me, good Dimmed ; fiuth, teill me
true.
Even in the soul of sound good-fellowship, —
Who, in your thoughts, merits fair Helen most,
Myself or Menelaus V

Dio, Bothalike:

He merits wc/1 to have her that doth seek her



f Not making any seruplb of her soilure)
With such a hell of paui, and world of charge ;
And you as well to keep her, that-defend her



f Not palating the taste of her dishonour)
With such a costly loss of wealth and friends :
He, like a puling cuckold, would drink up
The lees and dregs of a flat tamed piece;
You, like a lecher, out ot whorish loins
Are pleas'd to breed out your inheritors;
Both merits poisM, each weighs no less nor more ;
But he as he; which heavier for a whore?

Par, You are too bitter to your countrywoman.

Dio. She's bitter to her country: Hear me,
Pars.— .
For every false drop in her bawdy veins
A Grecian's life hatn sunk ; for every scmide
Of her contaminated carrion weight,
A Trojan hath been slain ; since she ooold speak,
She hath not given so man^ good words breath,
Af £or her Greeks and Trojans sufier'd death.

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P^. Tut Diomed. joa do as ebapmen do,
Ditprabe the thins that 70a desire to \mji.
But we in silence hold this yirtoe well,—
Well not commend what we intend to sell.
Here lies our waj. [ExamL

SCENE IL—T%« some. Court h^fanlheEoimqf
Pandarus.

Enter Troilus and CassBiDA

Tro, Dear, troahle not yourself; the mom is
cold.

Crt$, Then, sweet mj lord, lU call mine uncle
down;
He shall onbolt the gates.

7Vo. Trouble him not;

To bed, to bed : Sleep kill those pretty eyes,
And give as soft attachment to thy senses,
As infants' empty of all thought !

CrtM, Good morrow, then.

Tro, Prithee now, to bed.

Cret, Are yon aweary of me?

Tro, O Cressida, but that the busy day,
Wak*d by the lark, hath rous'd the ribald crows,
And dreaming night will hide our joys no longer,
I would not from thee.

Oru, Night hath been too brief.

Tro. Beshrew the witch : with yenomous wights
she stays,
As tediously as hell ; but flies the grasps of love,
With wings more momentary-swift than thought.
You will catch cold, and curse me.

C^TBf. Prithee, tarry ;^you men will neyer
tarry.—

foolish Cressid I— I might haye still held off,
And then you would have tarried. Hark I there's

one up.
Am. [ Wiikui.] What, are all the doors opeo

here?
Tro* It is your uncle.

Enter Pandarus.

Oru, A pestilence on himi now will he be
mocking:

1 shall have such a life,—

Pan, How now? how now? how ^maidenheads?
Here, you maid, where's my oousm Cressid?

Crm, Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking
uncle I
Ton bring me to do, and then yon flout me too.

Pcuu To do what? to do what?>let her say
what : what have 1 brought yon to do?

Oree. Come, onme: beshrew your heart : yonll
neVr be good,



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