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Send danger from the east unto the west,
So honour cross it, from the north to south,
And let them grapple: O ! theblood more stirs,
To rouse a lion, than to start a hare.

Northumberland.

Imagination of some great exploit
Drives him beyond the bounds of patience.
Hotspur.

By heaven, methinks. It were an easy leap,
To pluck bright honour from the pale-fac'd moon
Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
And pluck up drowned honour by the locks,
So he that doth redeem her thence might wear
Without corrival all her dignities:
But out upon this half-fac'd fellowship !
Worcester.

He apprehends a world of figures here,

But not the form of what he should attend

Good cousin, give me audience for a while.

I cry you mercy.

Worcester.

Those same noble Scots,
That are your prisoners,

Hotspur.

I'll keep them all. j

By God, he shall not have a Scot of them :
No, if a Scot would save his soul, he shall not. '
I'll keep them, by this hand.
Worcester.

You start away, !
And lend no ear unto my purposes.
Those prisoners you shall keep.
Hotspur.

Nay, I will ; that's flat.
He said, he would not ransom Mortimer ;
Forbad my tongue to speak of Mortimer ;
But I will find him when he lies asleep,
And in his ear I'll holla Mortimer!
Nay, I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak i
Nothing but Mortimer, and give it him,
To keep his anger still in motion.

Worcester.

Hear you, cousin, a word.
Hotspur.

All studies here I solemnly defy,
Save how to gall and pinch this Bolingbroke : \
And that same sword-and-buckler prince of

Wales,
But that I think his father loves him not,



And would be glad he met with some mischance,
I would have him poison'd with a pot of ale.

Worcester.

Farewell, kinsman. I will talk to you,
When you are better temper'd to attend.

Northumberland.

Why, what a wasp-stung and impatient fool
Art thou to break into this woman's mood,
Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own !

Hotspur.
Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd

with rods,

Nettled, and stung with pismires, when I hear
Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.
In Richard's time, what do yecall the place?
A plague upon't it is in Gloucestershire ;
'Twas where the mad-cap duke his uncle kept,
His uncle York, where I first bow'd my knee
Unto this king of smiles, this Bolingbroke,
'Sblood ! when you and he came back from
Ravenspurg.

Northumberland.
At Berkley castle.

Hotspur.
You say true

Why, what a candy deal of courtesy
This fawning greyhound then did proffer me 1
Look, "when his infant fortune came to age,"
And, "gentle Harry Percy," and, "kind
cousin," [me!

O, the devil take such cozeners ! God forgive
Good uncle, tell your tale : I have done.

Worcester.

Nay, if you have not, to't again,
We'll stay your leisure. .

Hotspur.

I have done, i'faith.
Worcester.

Then once more to your Scottish prisoners.
Deliver them up without their ransom straight,
And make the Douglas' son your only mean
For powers in Scotland ; which, for divers

reasons

Which I shall send you written, be assur'd,
Will easily be granted you My lord,

[To Northumberland.
Your son in Scotland being thus employ'd,
Shall secretly into the bosom creep
Of that same noble prelate, well belov'd,
The archbishop.

Hotspur.
Of York, is it not?

Worcester.

True ; who beai s hard

His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop.
I speak not this in estimation,
As what I think might be, but what I know
Is ruminated, plotted, and set down ;
And only stays but to behold the face
Of that occasion that shall bring it on.

Hotspur.
I smell it :
Upon my life, it will do wondrous well.

Northumberland.
Before the game's afoot, thou still let'st slip.

llotsjmr.

Why, it cannot choose but be a noble plot.
And then the power of Scotland, and of York,
To join with Mortimer, ha ?
Worcester.

And so they shall.
Hotspur.
In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.

Worcester. !



At i n. Sc. i.



KING HENRY IV.



439



And 'tis no little re'non bids us speed,
To save our heads by raising of a head ;
For, be;ir ourselves as even M we can,
The kin* will always think him in our debt,
And think we think ourselves nnsntisfled,
Till he hath found a time to pay us home :
And see already how he doth begin
To make us strangers to his looks of love.

He does, he does ^we^ifbe reveng'd on him.

Cousin, farewell. No farther go in this,
Than 1 by letters shall direct vour course.
\\ lion time is ripe, (which will be suddenly)
I'll steal to Glendower, and lord Murtimfr ;
Where you, and Dottgbts, and our powers at once,;
As I will fashion it, shall happily meet,
To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms, !
Which now we hold at much uncertainty.



Farewell,
trust.



shall thrive, I



Uncle, adieu. fjttne hours be short,
Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud our
sport. [Exeunt



ACT II.

SCEKE I. Rochester. An Inn Yard.
Enter a Carrier, with a Lantern in his hand. !

TT EIGH ho I ^nH e r not r four by the day, I'll

A be hanged: Charles,'' wain is over the new,

chimney, and yet our horse not packed. "

ostler I




Anon, anon.

I pr'vthee, Tow'/beM M/*S' saddle, put a fewi
flocks in the point ; the poor jade is wrung in
the withers out of all cess.

Enter another Carrier.

Peas and bel& o e C at r &nk here as a dog,
and that is the next way to give poor jades the
bots : this house is turned upside down, since
Robin ostler died.

Poor fellow ! never jbyea since the price of
oats rose : it was the death of him.

I think, this he the most villainous house in
all Lond-'n road for fleas : I am stung like a
tench.



i i<-r.

I have a gammon of bacon, and two razes ol
ginger, to be delivered as far as Chat ing. croxt.

First Carrier.

Odsbody ! the turkeys in my pannier are
quite starved. What, ostler! A plague on
thee ! hast thou never an eye in thy head ? canst
not hear? An 'twere not as good a deed as
drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a Terr
villain. Come, and be hanged: hast no faith
in thee ?

Enter Gnds!iill.

Gadshill.
Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock?

First Carrier.
I think it be two o'clock.

Gadshill.

I pr'ythpe, lend me thy lantern, to see my
gelding in the stable.

First Carrier.
Nay, soft, I pray ye : I know a trick worth
two of that, i' faith.

Gadshill.
I pr'ythee, lend me thine.

Second Carrier.

Ay, when? canst tell ? Lend me thy lantern,
quoth a ? marry, I'll see thee hanged first.

Gadshill.

Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to
come to London f

Second Carrier.
Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I
warrant thee. Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll
call up the gentlemen: they will along with
company, for they have great charge.

[Exeunt Carriers.



What, ho ! chamberlain l"

Chamberlain.
At hand, quoth pick-purse.



[Within.



Like a tench there is ne'er a

king in Christendom could be better bit, than I
have been since the first cock.

Why, they will atlow u* ne'er a Jordan, and
then we leak in your chimney ; and your cham-
ber-lie breeds fleas like a loach.

What, ostler ! come away and be hanged ;
come away.



Gadshill.

That's even as fair as at hand, quofn the
chamberlain ; for thou variest no more from
picking of purses, than giving direction doth
from labouring ; thou lay'st the plot how.

Enter Chamberlain.

Chamberlain.

Good morrow, master Gadshill. It holds cur-
rent, that I told you yesternight: there's a
franklin in the wild of Kent, hath brought three
hundred marks with him in gold : I heard him \ \
tell it to one of his company, last night at sup-
per ; a kind of auditor ; one that hath abund-
ance of charge too, God knows what. They
are up already, and call for eggs and butter:
they will away presently.

Sirrah, if they meet 'not 'with saint Nicholat*
clerks, I'll give thee this neck.

No. I'll none of ItTl p^ytnee, keep that for
the hangman ; for, I know, thou worship's!
saint Nicholas as truly as a man of falsehood
may.

Gadshill

What talkest thou to me of the hangman ? if
I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows ; for, if I
hang, old sir John hangs with me, and thou i '
knowest he's no starveling. Tut! there are
other Trojans that thou dreamest not of, the
which, for sport sake, are content to do the pro- '

fession



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FIRST PART OF



ACT ii



[i. &.I.J



ever chewed with a tooth. Eight yards of un
even ground is three score and ten miles afoot
with me, and the stony-hearted villains know it



fession some grace, that would, if matters should

be looked into, for their own credit sake, make

all whole. I am joined with no foot land-rakers,

no long- staff, sixpenny strikers: none of these well enough. A plague upon't, when thieves

mad, mustachio purple-hued malt-worms ; but ! cannot be true to one another ! [They whistle.]

with nobility and tranquillity ; burgomasters, I Whew ! A plague upon you all ! Give me my

and great oneyers ; such as can hold in ; such horse, you rogues : give me my horse, and be



as will strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner
than drink, and drink sooner than pray : and
yet I lie ; for they pray continually to their
saint, the commonwealth ; or, rather, not pray
to her, but prey on her, for they ride up and
down on her, and make her their boots.

Chamberlain.

What ! the commonwealth their boots ? will
she hold out water in foul way ?

Gadshill.

She will, she will ; justice hath liquored her.
We steal as in a castle, cock-sure ; we have the
receipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible.

Chamberlain.

Nay, by my faith ; I think you are more be-
holding to the night, than to fern-seed, for your
walking invisible.

Gadshill.

Give me thy hand: thou shall have a share in
our purchase, as I am a true man.

Chamberlain.

Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false
thief.

Gadshill.



hanged.

Prince Henry.

Peace, ye fat-guts ! lie down : lay thine ear
close to tHe ground, and list if thou canst hear
the tread of travellers.

Falstaff.

Have you any levers to lift me up again, being
down ? 'Sblood ! I'll not bear mine own flesh
so far afoot again, for all the coin in thy father's
exchequer. What a plague mean ye to colt me
thus?

Prince Henry.

Thou liest : thou art not colted, thou art un-

Falstaff.

I pr'ythee, good prince Hal, help me to my
horse ; good king's son.

Prince Henry.
Out, you rogue ! shall I be your ostler?

Falstaff.

Go, hang thyself in thine own heir-apparent
garters 1 If 1 be ta'en, I'll peach for this. An
I have not ballads made on you all, and sung to
filthy tunes, let a cup of sack be my poison :



Go to; homo is a common name to all men. i when a jest is so forward, and afoot too,- I
Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of the stable. ! nate ll
Farewell, you muddy knave- [Exeunt.



SCENE II. The Road by Gadshill.

Enter Prince Henry, and Poins ; Bardolph and
Peto, at some distance.

Poins.

Come, shelter, shelter: I have removed Fal-
stqff's horse, and he frets like a gummed velvet.

Prince Henry.
Stand close.

Enter Fahtnff.

Falstaff.
Poins! Poms, and be hanged ! Poins!

Prince Henry,

Peace, ye fat-kidneyed rascal ! What a brawl-
ing dost thou keep ?

Falstaff.
Where's Poins, Half

Prince Henry.

He is walked up to the top of the hill: I'll go
seek him. [Pretends to seek Poins.

Falstaff.

I am accursed to rob in that thief's company :
the rascal hath removed my horse, and tied him
1 know not where. If I travel but four foot by
the squire further afoot I shall break my wind.
Well, I doubt not but to die a fair death for all
this, if I 'scape hanging for killing that rogue.
I have forsworn his company hourly any time
this two-and-twenty years, and yet I am be-
witched with the rogue's company. If the
rascal have not given me medicines to make me
love him, I'll be hang'd ; It could not be else : I

have drunk medicines Poins! Hal! a plague

upon you both 1 Bardolph I Peto ! I'll starve,
ere I'll rob a foot further. An 'twere not as
good a deed as drink, to turn true man, and
leave these rogues, I am the veriest varlet that



Enter Gadshill.
Gadshill.



Falstaff.
So I do, against my will.
Poins.
O ! 'tis our setter : I know his voice.

Enter Bardolph

Bardolph.
What news?

Gadshill.

Case ye, case ye ; on with your visors : there's
money of the king's coming down the hill ; 'tis
going to the king's exchequer.

Falstaff.
You lie, you rogue : 'tis going to the king's

Gadshill.
There's enough to make us all.

Falstaff.
To be hanged.

Prince Henry.

Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow
lane ; Ned Poins and I will walk lower : if they
'scape from your encounter, then they light oil

Peto.
But how many be there of them ?

Gadshill.
Some eight, or ten.

Falstaff.
Zounds 1 will they not rob us ?

Prince Henry,
What, a coward, sir John Paunch f

Falstaff.
Indeed, I am not John of Gaunt, your grand-



father j but yet no coward, Hal.



Prince







TIB8ST PASRTTOIF ElKT^ nnEHKST IT.
A-rt 2. Sc. 2.



ACT ii. Sc. HI.



KING HENRY IV.



44'



1'rince llrury.
W.-ll. we leave that to the proof.

Poins.

Si rrah Jack, thy horse stands behind the hedge :
when tlion needest him, there thou shall find
him. Farewell, and stand fast.

FihMff.
Now cannot 1 strike him, if I should be



AYrf, [Aside to Poins] wne re are our dis-
guise*?

Poins.
Here, hard by : stand close.

[Exeunt rnnce Henry and Poms.

Falstaff.

Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say
1: every man to his business.

Enter Traveller*.
First Traveller.

Come, neighbour: the boy shall lead our
I horses down the hill ; we'll walk afoot awhile,
and case our legs.

Thieves.
Stand !

Traveller.
Jcsu bless us !

Falstaff.

Strike ; down with them ; cut the villains'
throats. Ah ! whorson caterpillars ! bacon-fed
knaves ! they hate us youth : down with them ;
fleece them.

First Traveller.

O ! we are undone, both we and ours, for ever.
Falstaff.



Hang ye, gorbellied knaves. Are ye undone?
No, ye fat chuffs; I would, your store were
here ! On, bacons, on ! What ! ye knaves, young
men must live. You are grand-jurors are ye ?
We'll jure ye, i' faith.

[Exeunt Falstaff, &c. driving the Traveller*



Re-nter Prince Henry and Poins.

Prince Henry.

The thieves have bound the true men. Now
could thou and I rob the thieves, and go merrily
to London, it would be argument for a week,
laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever.

Poins.

Stand close; I hear them coming.
Re-enter Thicre$.

Falstaff.

Come, my masters ; let us share, and then to
horse before day. An the prince and Poins be
not two arrant cowards, there's noequity stirring:
there's no more valour in that Point, than in a
wild duck.

Prince Henry.

Your money. [Rushing out upon them.

Poins.

[As they are sharing, the Prince and Point
set upon them. They all run away, and
Falstaff, after a blow or two, runs away
too, leaving the booty behind them.]

Prince Henry.

Got with much ease. Now merrily to horse :
The thieves are scattcr'd, and possess d with fear
So strongly, that they dare not meet each other:
Each takes his fellow for an officer.
Away, good Kcd. Falslajff' sweats to death,



And lards the lean earth as he walks along:
Wer't not for laughing, I should pity him.

How the rogue roar'd I

-S( /;.\ A' III. Warkirorth. A Room In the
Castlv.

Knter Hotspur, reading a Letter.

" But for mine own part, my lord, I could
be well contented to be there, In respect of the
love I bear your house." He could be con-
tented, why is he not then? In respect of the
! love he bears our house :_he shows in this, he
loves his own barn better than he loves our
house. Let me see some more. " The purpose
you undertake, is dangerous;" Why, that's
certain : 'tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep,
to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of
this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.
" The purpose you undertake, is dangerous; the
mends you have named, uncertain; the time
itself unsorted, and your whole plot too light for
the counterpoise of so great an opposition."
Say you so, say you so ? I say unto you again,
you are a shallow, cowardly hind, and you lie.
What a lackbrain is this! By the Lord, our
plot is a good plot as ever was laid ; our friends
true and constant : a good plot, good friends, and
full of expectation: an excellent plot, very good
friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is this!
Why, my lord of York commends the plot, and
the general course of the action. 'Zounds I
an I were now by this rascal, I could brain him
with his lady's fan. Is there not my father, my
uncle, and myself? lord Edmund Mortimer, my
lord of York, and Owen Glendowerf Is there
not, besides, the Douglas? Have I not all their
I letters, to meet me in arms by the ninth of the
i next month, and are they not, some of them, set
forward already? What a pagan rascal is this !
an infidel 1 Ha! you shall see now, In very
sincerity of fear and cold heart, will he to the
king, and lay open all our proceedings. O ! I
could divide myself, and go to buffets, for moving
such a dish of skimmed milk with so honourable
an action. Hang him! let him tell the king:
we are prepared. I will set forward to-night.
Enter Lady Percy.

How now, Kate? I must leave you within

these two hours.

Lady Percy.
O, my good lord ! why are vou thus alone?
For what offence have I this fortnight been
A banish'd woman from my Harry's bed ? [thee
Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from
Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep ?
Why dost thou bend thine, eyes upon the earth,
And start so often when thou sit'st alone?
Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks,
Ann given my treasures, and my rights' of thee.
To thick-ey'd musing, and curs d melancholy?
In thv faint slumbers, I by thee have watch'd,
And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars;
Speak terms of manage to thy bounding sterd ;
Cry, "Courage! to the field 1" And thou

hast talk'd

Of sallies, and retires; of trenches, tents,
Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets ;
i Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin:
Of prisoners' ransom, and of soldiers slain,
And all the currents of a heady fight.
Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war,
And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleep,



44*



FIRST PART OF



ACT ii. Sc. in.



That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow, 1
Like bubbles in a late disturbed stream :
And in thy face strange motions have appear'd, I
Such as we see when men restrain their breath
On some great sudden hest. O ! what portents!

are these?

Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,
And I must know it, else he loves me not.

What, ho I is GiUiams^whli the packet gone

Enter Servant.

. Servant.
He is, my lord, an hour ago.

Hath Butler bro'ught those horses from th
sheriff?

One horse, my lord, he brought even now.

What horse ? a roan', a crop-ear, is it not ?

Servant.
It is, my lord.

That roan shall be my throne.
Well, I will back him straight: O, esperance! '
Bid Butler lead him forth into the park.

[Exit Servant.

But hear you, my ford!

What say'st thou, myiad'y ?

Lady Percy.
What is it carries you away?

Hotspur.
Why, my horse,
My love, my horse.

Lady Percy.

Out, y"ou mad-headed ape!
A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen,
As you ate toss'd with. In faith,
I'll'know your business, Harry, that I will.
I fear, my brother Mortimer doth stir
About his title ; and hath sent for you,
To line his enterprize: but if you go



I must not have you henceforth question me
Whither I go, nor reason whereabout.
Whither 1 must, I must; and, to conclude,
This evening must 1 leave you, gentle Kate.
I know you wise; but yet no farther wise
Than Harry Perry's wife: constant you are;
But yet a woman: and for secrecy,
No lady closer; for I well believe
Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know ;
And so far will 1 trust thee, gentle Kate.

Lady Percy.
How! so far?

Hotspur.

Not an inch farther. But hark you, Kate?
Whither I go, thither shall you go too;
To-day will I set forth, to-morrow you.
Will this content you, Kate?



IshMl



ur.

weary, love.



Lad



So far afoot,



Come, come, you paraquilo, answer me
Directly unto this question that I ask.
In faith, I'll break thy little finger, Harry,
An if thou wilt not tell me all things true.

Hotspur.
Away!

Away, you trifler ! Love? I love thee not,
I care not for thee, Kafe. This is no world,
To play with mammets, and to tilt with lips:
We must have bloody noses, and crack'd crowns,
And pass them current too. Gods me, my

horse!
What say'st thou, Kate? what would'st thou

have with me?

La^y PrTr.y.

Do you not love me'? did you not, indeed ?
Well, do not then ; for since you love me not,
I will not love myself. Do you not love me? j
Nay, tell me, if you speak in jest, or no ?

Come; wilt thou see me ride?
And when I am o' horseback, I will swear
I love thee infinitely. But hark you, Kate;



Lady Percy.
It must, or



force. [Exeunt.



SCENE IV. Eastcheap. A Room in the
Boar's Head Tavern.

Enter Prince Henry and Poins.

Prince Henry.
Ned, pr'ythee, come out or that fat room, and
lend me thy hand to laugh a little.

Poins.
Where hast been, Half

Prince Henry.
With three or four loggerheads, amongst three
or four-score hogsheads. I have sounded the
very base string of humility. Sirrah, I am sworn
brother to a leash of drawers, and can call them
all by their Christian names, as Tom, Dick,
and Francis. They take it already upon their
salvation, that though I be but prince of Wales,
yet 1 am the king of courtesy, and tell me flatly!
I am no proud Jack, like Falstaff; but a Co-
rinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy, (by the
Lord, so they call me,) and when 1 am king of
England, I shall command all the good lads in
Eastchtap. They call drinking deep, dying
scarlet; and when you breathe in your watering,
they cry hem! and bid you play it off. To
conclude, I am so good a proficient in one
quarter of an hour, that I can drink with any
tinker in his own language during my life. I
tell thee, Ned, thou hast lost much honour, that
thou wert not with me in this action. But, sweet
Ned, to sweeten which name of Ned, I give
thee this pennyworth of sugar, clapped even
now into my hand by an under-skinker; one
that never spake other English in his life, than
" Eight shillings and sixpence," and " You
are welcome ;" with this shrill addition, " Anon,
anon, sir ! Score a pint of bastard in the Half-
Moon," or so. But, Ned, to drive away the time
till Falstaff come, I pr'ythee, do thou stand inj
some by-room, while I question my puny drawer
to what end he gave me the sugar ; and do thou
never leave calling Francis! that his tale to
me maybe nothing but anon. Step aside, and
I'll show thee a precedent.

Poins.
Francis!

IViace Henry.
Thou art perfect.

Poins.

Francis! [Kxit Poins.

Enter Francis.

Francis.

Anon, anon, sir. Look down into the Pome-
granate, Ralph.

Prince



ACT ii. Sc. iv.



KING IIKNKY IV.



44?



,*vu,



ids.
My lord.

Prince Henry.
How long hast thou to serve, Francis?

Frtw
Forsooth, five years, and as much as to

[Within.
Francis I

Francis.
Anon, anon, sir.

Prince Henry.

Five years ! by'r lady, a long lease for the
clinking of pewter. But, Francis, darest thou
be so valiant, as to play the coward with thy
indenture, and to show it a fair pair of heels,
and run from it ?

Francis.

O lord, sir I I'll be sworn upon all the books
in England, I could find in my heart

Poins. [Within.

Francu !

Francis.
Anon, anon, sir.

Prince Heary.
How old art thou, Francis f

Francis.

Let me see, about Michaelmas next I shall
be

Poins. (Within.



Francis.
Anon, sir Pray you, stay a little, my lord.

Prince Henry.

Nay, but hark you, Francis.' For the sugar thou
gavest me, 'twas a penny worth, was't not?

lord, sir ! I wouhUt had been two.

Prince Henry.

1 will give thoe for it a thousand pound: ask
me when thou wilt, and thou shalt have it

Poins. [Within.

Francis!

Francis.
Anon, anon.

Prince Henry.

Anon, Francis f No, Francis; but to-mor-
row, Francis; or, Francis, on Thursday ; or,
indeed, Francis, when thou wilt. But, Francis,

My lord?



Prince Henrv.
Wilt thou rob this leathern-jrrkin, crystal-
button, knot-pated, agate-rinp, puke-toc*king, .'
caddis-garter, smooih-tongue, Spanish-pouch, [

Francis.
O Lord, sir, who do you moan?

Prince He,

Why, then, your brown bastard is your only
Irink: for, look you, Francis, your wh'ite canvas
doublet will sully. In Barbary, sir, it cannot
come to so much.

What, sir?

Francis!

Prince Henry.



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