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Enter Troilus.

Tro, Ajax hath ta'en ^neas: Shall it be?
No, bj the flame of yonder glorious heaven,
He shall not carry him ; III be ta*en too.
Or bring him off :— Fate, hear me what I say I
I reck not though I end my life to-day. [Exit,

Enter one in sumphume armour.

EecL 8t8nd, stand, thou Greek; thoa art «
goodly mark :—
No? wilt thou not?— I like thy armour well ;
111 frush it, and unlock the rivets all.
But 111 be master of it :— Wilt thou not, beast,

Why then, fly on. 111 hunt thee for thy hide.


SCENE VII.— T»« eame.

Enter Achilles, with Myrmidons.

^cUL Come here about me, you my Myrmidons;
Mark what I say.— Attend me where 1 wheel :
Strike not a stroke, but keep yourselves in breath ;
And when I have the bloody Hector found,
Empale him with your weapons round about;
In reilest manner execute your arms.
Follow me, sirs, and my proceedings eye:—
It is decreed Hector the great must die. [ExemiL

SCENE VIIL— 7^«afii«.
Enter Memblads and Paris, fitting: then


Ther, The cuckold and tlie cuckold maker are
at it: Now, bull I now, dog! 'Loo, Paris, 'loot
DOW my double-henncd sparrow! loo, Paris, loo!
Tne bull has the game: — Svare horns, ho!

[Kx, Par. and Mbx.

Enter Maboarelov.

Mar. Turn, slave, and fight

Thrr, What art thou?

Mar, A bastard son of Priam's,

7%er. I am a batitard too ^ I love bastards : I am
a bastard be^^ot, bastard mstruoted, bastard in
mind, bastard in valour, in everything illegitimate.
One bear will not bite another, and wherefore
should one bastard? Take heed^ the quarrel's
most ominous to us : if the son or a whore fi^'it
for a whore, he tempts Judgment: Farewell,

Mar, The devil take thee, coward t [Exeunt,

SCENE lX.^Another Part of the Field.
Enter Hector.

Eect. Most pntrified core, so fair without.
Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thv life.
Now is my day's work done: I'll take good

Best, sword ; thou hast thy fill of blood and death 1
[Puts qf hie helmet^ and hange hie Meld
behind him.
Enter Achillbs tmd Myrmidons.

AML Look, Hector, how the snn begins to set;
How ugly night comes breathing at his heels:


Even with the vafl and dtrking of the snn
To close the day up, Hector's life is done.
Meet. I am unarm'd ; forego this vantage, Qreek.
AchU, Strike, fellows, strike; this is the man I
seek. [Hector/oZ^s.

So, nion, fell thon ; now, Troy, sink down ;
Here lies thy heart, thy sinews, and thy bone. —
On Mjrmidons ; and crv you all amain,
** Achilles hath the mighty Hector slain."

[A retreat sounded.
Hark ! a retreat upon onr Grecian part.
Myr, The Trojan trumpets sound the like, my

AchiL The dragon wing of night o'erspreads
the earth,
And. stickler-like, the armies separate.
My nalf-supp'd sword that frankly would have

Pleas'd with this dainty bit, thus goes to bed. —

[i^ieaths his sword.
Come, tie his body to my horses tail ;
Along the field I will the Trojan trail. [Exeunt,

SCENE X.—T^ same.

^ter AoAifEMNOir, Ajax, Menelaus, Nestor,
DionEDEBfOndotherSjnuirching, Shouts within,

Agam, Hark ! hark I what shout is that?

liest. Peace, drums.

nVithin,] Achillea,

Achilles I Hector's slain 1 Achilles I

Dio. The bruit is Hector^ slain, and by

AJax, If it be so, yet bragless let it be ;
Great Hector was a man as good as he.

Agam. March patiently along:— Let one be sent
To pray Acbil !es see us at our tent.
If in his death the gods have us befriended,
Great Troy is ours, and our sharp wars are ended,
l£aeunt marehing\

SCENE JiL^Another part of the Held,

Enter ^keas and Trojans.

jEne, Stand, ho ! yet are we masters of the field :
Never go home; here starve we out the night.

Enter Tboilus.

TVo, Heotor is slain.

AIL Hector ?— The gods forbid I

Tro, He's dead; and at the murtherer's horsed
In beastlv sort, dragg'd through the shameful

field. —
Frown on, yon heavens, effect your rag9 with

speed I
Sit, gods, upon your thrones, and smile at Troyt
I sav, at once, let your brief places be mercy,
And linger not our sore destructions on I
jEne, My lord, you do discomfort ail the host
TVo, You understand me not that tell me so :
I do not speak of flight, of fear, of death ;
But dare all imminence that gods and men
Address their dangers in. Hector is gone I
Who shall tell Priam so, or Hecuba?
Let him that will a screechowl aye be call'd
Go in to Troy, and say there— Hector's dead:
There is a word will Priam turn to stone ;
Make wells and Niobes of the maids and wives,
Cold statues of the youth ; and, in a word,
Scare Troy out of itself. But, march, away;
Hector is dead ; there is no more to say.
Sti^ yet :*-Toa vile abominable tents-'^ t

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Thus proudly pigDt upon onr PhiygUn plains,

Let TiUn rise as early as be dare,

111 through and through you I— And thou, great-

siz'd coward I
No space of earth shall sunder our two hates;
III haunt thee like a wicked conscience still,
That mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.
Strike a free march to Troy I— with comfort go:
Hope of revenge shall bide our inward woe.

[Exeunt JEvjulb and Trojans.

Am Tboilds isffomgout, enter, Jnm ihe other ndcj
Pan. But hear you, hear you I
7W). Hence, broker lackey I ignominy and
Pursue thy life, and live aye with thy name.

[Exit Troilus.
Pan, A goodly medicine for mine aching bones I
world 1 world ! world I thus is the poor agent
despised I O traitors and bawds, how eamoitly are

you set a' work, and how ill requited ! Why shouU
our endeavour be so desired, and the performance
BO loathed ? what verse for it ? what instance foi
it? — Let roe see :—

Full merrily the humble-bee doth sing.
Till he hath lost his honevand his sting:
And being once subdued m armed tail.
Sweet honey and sweet notes together fall* —
Qood traders in the flesh, set this in your painted
As many as be here of pander*s hall.
Tour eyes, half out, weep out at Fandarls fall :
Or, if you cannot weep, vet give some groans,
Though not for me, yet tor your aching bones.
Brethren and sisters, of the huld-door trade,
Some two months hence my will shall here b€

It should be now, but that my fear is this, —
Some galled goose of Winchester would hiss:
Till then TU sweat, and .seek about for eases;
And, at that time, bequeath you my diseases.


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prMmt KlBg.

FOLOMnra, Lord OhMibM-laiB.

BORATUL frtoad to Hamlet.

LAEBTE8. wo to Polonlu.

TOLTI]CA^D. a eoartler.

OORNELnra. a coarUw.


ttUILDENBTEKli, a eoorl '

MRIO, a oovttar.

▲ Oourtlat;

▲ PHMk.


BERNABJK). aa offlcw.

FRANCIBOO. a Mldter.

BSTXALDO. awraat to FolsalOiU

A Captain.

fktk AnDanador.

ahoat of Hamletl Fathar.

TORTUrBRAS. Prlnco of Monnqr.

aBBTKVDB. QoMO of Donmark, and aothir of


OPHELIA, daaghtor of Foloniiii.

Lordi, LadlM, Officers, SoWen, PUyere. OraTedlMtn


BCENE L—Elrinore. APIa^/brmhe/oreiheCastie.
Fbavciboo on ki$ Pott. Enter to htm Behhardo.

Bar, Who's there?

F^nm. Na/, answer me: stand, and onfbld

Ber, Long live the king!

Fran. Benuurdo?

Ber. He.

Iran. Ton oome most careftillj npon yoar hoar.

Bar. *Tis now strook twelve ; get thee to bed,

I^ran. For this relief^ maoh thanks: lis bitter
And I am sick at heart

Ber. Have 70a had qaiet gnard?

Fhm. Not a moose stirring.

Bar. Well, good night.
If 70a do meet Horatio and Maroellos,
The rivals of m7 watch, bid them make haste.

Sntar Horatio and Marcrllub.

.^VoM. I think I hear them.~Stand! who is

Bor, Friends to this groand.

Jiar. And liegemen to the Dane.

Fran. Give 70a good night

Jiar. O, farewell, honest soldier :

Who hath relieved 70a?

fhpi. Bernardo hath m^ place.

Give 70a good night. [Exit Frav.

Mar. Hollat Bernardo!

Bar. Bnj.

What, is Horatio there?

Hot* a pieoe of hloL

Ber, Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good ICar-

Mar. What, has this thing appear'd again

Bar. I have seen nothing.

Mar. Horatio savs, tis bat our fantas7 ;
And will not let belief take hold of him,
Tooching this dreaded sight twice seen of n§i
Therefore I have entreated him along
With OS to watoh the minutes of this night*

That if AgAin this apparition come,

He ma7 approve our 0768, and speak to it

Bar. Tusnt tosh I *twLll not appear.

Ber. Sit down awhile,

And let as once again assail 7oar ears,
That are so fortified against oar 8tor7,
Wliat we two nights have seen.

Her. Well, sit we down.

And let as hear Bernardo speak of this.

Bar. Last night of all,
When 7on same star, that's westward from the pole,
Had inade bis course to illamine that part ol

Where now it bums, Marcellas and m78el2^
The bell then beating one, —

Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where It
comes again I

Enter Ghost
Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead.
Mar. Thoo art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio.
Ber. Looks it not like the king? mark it,

Bar* Most like :— it harrows me with fear and

Ber. It would be spoke to.
Mar. Question it, Horatio.

Hor* What art thoo, that asarp'st this time of
Together with that fair and warlike form
In which the majest7 of buried Denmark
Did sometimes march ? b7 heaven I charge thee
Mar, It is offended.

Ber. See I it stalks awa7.

Bar. Sta7; speak: speak I charge thee, speak.

Mar. Tis gone, and will not answec.
Ber. How now, Horatio? 70U tremUe. and
look pale:
Is not this something more than fkntas7?
What think you on't ?

Hot. Before mv God, I might not this believe
Without the sen&ible and true avoach
Of mine owr eyes.

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Mar. iB it not like tlie king ?

ffor. As thoa art to thjself:
Saoh was the very armour be had on.
When he the ambitiotw Norway combated ;
80 frown >J he once, when, in an anj^'y parle,
He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice.
Tis stranee.

Afar, Thus, twice before, and just at this dead
With martial stalk bath he gone by onr watch.

Hor, In what particular thought to work, I
know not;
Bat, in the gross and scope of my opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that
Why this same strict and most obsenrant watch
So nifhtly toils the subject of the land ?
And why such dail v cast of brazen cannon,
Artd foreign mart for implements of war :
Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore

Does not divide the Sunday from the week :
What might be toward that this sweaty haste
Doth make the night jomt-labourer with the day ;
Who is't that can inform me?

Hor. That can I;

At least, the whisper goes so. Onr last king,
Whose image even but now appeared to us,
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
Dar'd to the combat ; in which our valiant Hamlet
(For so this side of our known world esteem'd him)
I>id slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact,
Well ratified by law and heraldry.
Did forfeit, with hb life, all those his lands,
Which he stood seiz'd on, to the conqueror:
Aeainst the which, a moiety competent
was gaged by our king ; which had retum'd
To the TnheriUnce of Fortinbras,
Had he been vanauisher ; as by the same cov'nant
And carriage of the article design*d.
His fell to Hamlet : Now, sup, young Fortinbras,
Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there,
Shark 'd up a list of landless resolutes.
For food and diet, to some enterprizo
That hath a stomach in*t : which is no other
(And it doth well appear unto our state),
But to recover of us, by strong hand,
And terms compulsative, those Toresaid lands
So by his fatlier lost: And this, I take it,
Is the main motive of our preparations ;
The source of this our watch ; and the chief head
Of this post-haste and romage in the land,

Bar. I think it be no other, but even so:
Well may it sort, that this portentous figure '

Comes armed through our watch : so like the king '


.Se-enter Ghoeu
But, soft ; behold I lo, where it oomes agmiB !
Ill cross it, though it bUst me.— Stay, Uluaionl
If thou liast any sound, or use of voice,
Speak to me :

Ir there be any good thing to be done.
That may to thee do ease, and grace to me.
Speak to me :

If thou art privy to thy country's fate.
Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid,
O, speak!

Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
Extorted treasure in tlie womb of earth,
For which, they say, you spirits oft walk hi death,

Speak of It : —stay, and speak.— Stop it, Marcelloa.

Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan?

Hor. Do, if it vrill not stand.

Ber. Tis here!

Hor. Tis nere:

Mar. Tis gonel [Eadt Ghost

We do it wrong, being so migestical,
To offer It the show or violence ;
For it is, as the air, invulnerable.
And our vain blows malicious mookery.

Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crew

Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons. I have heard
The cock, that is the trumpet to the mom,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day ; and, at his warning.
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air.
The extravagant and erring spirit hies
1*0 his confine : and of the truth herein
This present object made probation.

Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Some say, that ever *gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour s birth is celebrated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night long :
And then, they say, no spirit can walk abroad ;
The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike
No fairy takes, nor witch bath power to charm.
So hallowed and so gracious Is the time.

Hor. So have 1 heard, and do in part beliero it
But, look, the mom, in russet mantle clad,
Wallcs o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill :
Break we our watch up ; and, by my advice,
Let us impart what we have seen to-niglit
Unto young Hamlet: for, upon my life.
This spirit, dumb to us. will speak to him:
Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it.
As needful in our loves, fitting our dntj?

Mar. Let's dot, I pray: and I this morning
Where we shall find him most oooTenientN

SCESElh- The $ame. ABoomqfStaUm

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Rave we, m ^were, with a defeated joj,
With one aaspicious and one dropping eje ;
With mirth in funeral, and with diree in marriage
in equal scale, weighing delight and dole,
Taken to wife : nor have we herein barr*d
Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
With this afiaur along: — For all, our thanks.

Now follows, that 70U know, young Fortinbras,
Holding a weak supposal of our worUi ;
Or thinking, by our late dear brother^s death,
Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,
Colleagued with the dream of his advantage.
He hath not fail'd to pester us with message.
Importing the surrender of those lands
Lost by his father, with all bonds of law.
To our most valiant brother.— 2:k) much for him.
Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting.
Thus much the business it : We have here writ
To Norway, uncle of young Fortinbras,
Who, impotent and bed-rid, scarcely bean
Of this his nephew's purpose, to suppress
Uis ftirther gait herein ; m that the levies.
The lists, and full proportions, are all maae
Out of his subject: and we here despatch
You, good Cornelius, and you, Voltimand,
For bearing of this greeting to old Norvfay ;
Giving to you no further personal power
To business with the king, more than the aoope
Of these dilated articles allow.
Farewell: and let your haste commend your duty.
Cor^ VcL In that, and all things, will we show

our duty.
King. We doubt it nothing; heartily farewell.
\k3Dtwn% Vol. cmd Cor.
And now, Laertes, what*s the news with you ?
Ton told us of some suit ? W hat ist, Laertes ?
Too cannot speak of reason to the Dane,
And lose your voice: What wouldst tliou beg,

That shall not be my offer, not thy asking ?
The head is not more native to the heart,
The hand more instrumental to the mouth,
Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father.
What wouldst thou have, Laertes?

Laer. Dread my lord,

Your leave and favour to return to France;
From whence though willingly I came to Den-
To show my duty in your coronation ;
Yet now, I must confess, that duty done,
My thoughts and wishes bend again towards

And bow them to your gracious leave and pardons.
King. Have you your fother't leave? What

says Polonius ?
F(L He hath, my lord, wrong from me my
slow leave.
By laboorHome petition ; and, at last,
Upon his will I seaPd my hard consent:
1 do beseech you, give him leave to so.


Thoa know'st, tis common ; all that lives miut

Pessing through nature to eternity.
Ham, Ay, madam, it is common.
Queen. If it be,

Whv seems it so particular with thee?
JEram. Seems, madam! nay, it is; i know not

*Ti8 not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black.
Nor windy suApu^tion of forced breath.
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected haviour of the visage,
Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief.
That can denote me truly : These, indeed, seem,
For they are actions ihat a man might play :
But I have that withm which passeth show ;
These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
King* Tis sweet and commendable in your

nature, Hamlet,
To give these mourning duties to your father :
But, you must know, j;our father lost a father ;
That father lost, lost his; and the survivor bound
In filial obligation for some term
To do obsequious sorrow : But to persever
In obstinate condolement, is a course
Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unmanly gnef:
It shows a will most incorrect to heaven ;
A heart unfortified, a mind impatient.
An understanding simple and unschoord:
For what, we know, must be, and b as common
As any the most vulgar thin^ to sense.
Why should we, in our peevish opposition.
Take it to heart? Fyel 'tis a &ult to heaven,
A fault against the dead, a fault to nature.
To reason most absurd ; whose common theme
Is death of &thers, and who still hath cried,
From the first corse, till he that died to-day,
"This must be so." We pray you, throw to

This unprevailing woe; and thmk of us
As of a father : for let the world take note.
You are the most immediate to our throne.
And, with no less nobility of love.
Than that which dearest father bears his son.
Do I impart towards you. For your intent
In going back to school in Wittenberg,
It is most retrograde to our desire:
And, we beseech you, bend you U remain
Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye.
Our chiefest courtier, cousin, and our son.
Qnien. Let not thy mother lose her prayers,

I pray thee, stoy with na ; go not to Wittenberg.
Earn, I shall in all my best obey you, madam.
King. Why, *tis a loving and (air reply;
Be as ourselr in Denmark.^ Madam, come;
This gentle and unforced accord of UanUet
Sits smUing to my heart : in grace whereof.
No jocund health that Denmark drinks to-day.

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That grows to seed; things rank, and gross in

Possess it merely. That it shoald oome to thist
Bat two months dead I— naj, not so much, not two;
So excellent a king; that was, to this,
Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother,
That he might not beteem the whids of heaven
Visit her^&ce too roughly. Heaven and earthl
Must ] remember ? why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on : And yet, witliin a month,—
Let me not think on*t;— Frailty, thy name is

woman I
i little month ; or ere those shoes were old.
With which she follow'd my poor father's body,
like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she,—

heaven 1 a beast, that wants discourse of reason.
Would have monm*d longer, — married with mine

My &ther's brother; but no more like my &ther,
Than 1 to Hercules : Within a month ;
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Had left the flushing of her galled eyes.
She married: — O most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets ;
It is not, nor it cannot oome to, good ;
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue I

J^esr Horatio, Bbbhabdo, and Mabcellus.

Hot, Hail to your lordship I
BatiL I am glad to see you well :

Horatio, — or I do forget myselt
Ear. The same, my lord, and your poor servant

Ham, Sir, my good friend; I'll change that
name with you.
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio ? —
Mar. My good lord,-
Ham, I am very glad to see yoa; good even,
But what, in faith, make you from Wittenberg ?
Hor, A truant disposition, good my lord.
Bean. I would not have your enemy say so;
Nor shall ^ou do mine ear that violence,
To make it truster of your own report
Against yourself: I know you are no truant.
But what is your affair in Elsinore?
Well teach you to drink deep, ere yon depart.
Hor. My lord, I came to see your father^

Ham. 1 pray thee, do not mock me, fellow-
student ;

1 think it was to see my mother's wedding.
J9or. Indeed, my lord, it fuUow'd hard upon.
Ham, Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funenU bak'd

Did coldly furnish forth the marriage table.
'Would 1 had met my dearest foe in heaven
Ere I had ever seen that day, Horatio I —
My father,— Methinks, I see my father.

Hor. O, where.

My lord?

Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio.

Hor. I saw him once, he was a goodlv kine.

Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again

Hor. My lord, i think I saw liim Yesternight.

Ham. Saw I who?

Hor. My lord, the king yoor fkther.

Ham. The king my fiither.

Hor. Season your admiration for a while
With an attent ear; till I may deliver,


Upon the witness of these gentlemen
This marvel to you.

Ham. For heaven^ love, let me hear

Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen,
Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watc^
In the dead wa»te and middle of the night,
Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father
Arm'd at all points, exactly, cap-d-p^
Appears before them, and, with solemn march.
Goes slow and stately bpr them : thrice he wallc^
By their oppressed and fear-surprised eyes.
Within his truncheon s length ; whilst they, beotill^
Almost to jelly with the act of fear.
Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me
In dreadful secrecy impart they did ;
And I with them the third night kept the watch :
Where, as they had delivered, both in time,
Form of the thing, each word made trueand good.
The apparition comes: I knew your father;
These hands are not more like.

Ham, But where was this ?

Mar, My lord, upon the olatform where we

Ham. Did you not speak to it ?

Hor. My lord. I did

But answer made it none : yet once, methougbt.
It lifted 'up its head, and dia address
Itself to motion, like as it would speak:
But, even then, the morning cock crew load;
And at the sound it shrunk m haste away.
And vanished from our sight.

Ham. rns very strange.

Hor. As I do live, my honoured lord, Hia tme,
And we did think it wnt down in our duty.
To let you know of it.

Hctm, Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles om.
Hold you the watch to-night?

AIL We do, my lord.

Ham. Arm'd, say you?

AU. Arm'd, my lord.

Ham. From top to toe?

AU. My lord, from head to fooL

Ham. Then saw yoa not,

His face?

Hor. O, ves, my lord ; he wore his beaver up^

Ham. What, look'd he frowningly ?

Hor. A countenance moiii

In sorrow than in anger.

Ham. Pale or red?

Hor, Nay, very pale.

Ham. • And fix'd his eyes open yoa?

Hor. Most constantly.

Ham. I would I had been there.

Hor. It would have much amaz'd yin.

Ham. Very like^

Very like : stay'd it long?

Hor, While one with moderate haste might tell
a hundred.

Mar.,, Ber, Longer, longer.

Hor. Not when I saw it.

Ham. His beard was grisly? na

Hor. It was as Iliave seen it in his life,
A sable silver'd.

Ham, I will watch to-night;

Perchance, 'twill walk again.

Hor. 1 warrant it will.

Ham. Tfitassumemy noble father's person,
I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gapey
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all.
If you have hitheito concealed this sight,
Let it be treble in vour silenot* still ;
And whatsoever else shall hap to-night,
Qive it an understanding, but no ^ngue;

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