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a man.

Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. That shall bestow on bim

so sure a draught, Rom. Farewell, farewell ! one kiss, and I'll de- That he shall soon keep Tybalt company: scend.

(Romeo descends. And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. Jul. Art thou gone so ? my love! my lord ! my Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied friend!

With Romeo, till I behold him - dead I must hear from thee every day i' the hour, Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd:For in a minute there are many days :

Madam, if you could find out but a man O! by this count I shall be much in years, To bear a poison, I would temper it; Ere I again behold my Romeo.

That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity Soon sleep in quiet. - 0, how my heart abhors That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. To hear him nam'd, — and cannot come to him,

Jul. O, think'st thou, we shall ever meet again ? | To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt Rum. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall Upon his body that hath slaughter'd himn!

La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such For sweet discourses in our time to come, Jul. Alas, I have an ill-divining soul :

But now, I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. Methinks, I see thee, now thou art below,

Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful As one dead in the bottom of a tomb :

time : Either my eye-sight fails, or thou look'st pale. What are they, I beseech your ladyship?

Rom. And trust me, love, in mine eye so do you: La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu !


[Erit Romeo. One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness, Jul. O fortune ! fortune ! all men call thee fickle : Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for. That is renown'd for faith ; Be fickle, fortune : Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that? For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday But send him back.

morn, La. Cap. [Within.] Ho, daughter ! are you up. The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,

Jul. Who is't that calls ? is it my lady mother? The county Paris, at Saint Peter's church, Is she not down so late, or up so early ?

Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. What unaccustom'd cause procures 2 her hither? Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter too,

He shall not make me there a joyful bride.

I wonder at this haste : that I must wed

Ere he, that should be husband, comes to Woo. La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet ?

I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, Jul. Madam, I am not well. I will not marry yet; and when I do, I

I swear, La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, death?

Rather than Paris : - These are news indeed ! What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with La. Cap. Here comes your father: tell him so tears?

yourself, And if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him And see how he will take it at your hands. Therefore, have done : Some grief shows much of

Enter Capulet and Nurse.

Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle des; But much of grief shows still some want of wit. But for the sunset of my brother's son,

Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. It rains downright. — La. Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not the How now ? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? friend,

Ever more showering; in one little body
Which you weep for.

Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind:
Feeling so the loss,

For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. Do ebb and How

with tears; the

bark thy body is La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep’st not so much Sailing in this salt flood : the winds, thy sighs; for his death,

Who, – raging with thy tears, and they with As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.

them, — Jul. What villain, madam ?

Without a sudden calm, will overset La. Cap.

That same villain, Romeo. Thy tempest-tossed body, — How now, wife? Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder. Have you deliver'd to her our decree ? Heaven pardon him! I do, with all my heart ; La. Cap. Ay, sir ; but she will none, she gives And yet no man, like he, doth grieve my heart.

you thanks La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer I would, the fool were married to her grave! lives.

Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my

wife. hands.

How! will she none ? doth she not give us thanks! La. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought

thou not : Then weep no more.

So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? I'll send to one in Man

Juh. Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you tua,

have: Where that same banish'd runagate doth live, - Proud can I never be of what I hate ; * Brings.

But thankful even for hate, that is meant love


love ;

La. Cap.

Cap. How now! how now, chop-logick! What Jul Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, is this?

That sees into the bottom of my grief? Proud, -and, I thank you, -- and, I thank you O, sweet my mother, cast me not away ? not ;

Delay this marriage, for a month, a week : And yet not proud; — Mistress minion, you, Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. But settle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a To go with Paris to St. Peter's church,

word : Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.

Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. [Erit. Fye, fye! what, are you mad ? Jul. O heaven! - O nurse! how shall this be Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees,

prevented ? Hear me with patience but to speak a word. My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; Cap. Hang thee, young baggage ! disobedient How shall that faith return again to earth, wretch !

Unless that husband send it me from heaven I tell thee what,-- get thee to church o' Thursday, By leaving earth? - Comfort me, counsel me. Or never after look me in the face :

Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems Speak not, reply not, do not answer me :

Upon so soft a subject as myself ! My fingers itch. — Wife, we scarce thought us What say'st thou hast thou not a word of joy? bless'd,

Some comfort, nurse. That heaven had sent us but this only child :


Faith, here 'tis : Romeo But now I see this one is one too much,

Is banish'd; and all the world to nothing, And that we have a curse in having her.

That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;
Nurse. You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,

I think it best you married with the county.
Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. O, he's a lovely gentleman !
Nurse. May not one speak?

Romeo is naught to him; an eagle, madam,

No: Peace, you mumbling fool! Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye, Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl,

As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
For here we need it not.

I think you are happy in this second match,
You are too hot,

For it excels your first: or if it did not,
Cap. It makes me mad : Day, night, late, early, Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,
At home, abroad, alone, in company,

As living here and you no use of him. Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart ? To have her matched : and having now provided Nurse.

From my soul too, A gentleman of princely parentage,

Or else beshrew them both. Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, Jul.

Amen! Stuff 'd (as they say) with honourable parts,


To what? Proportion'd as one's heart could wish a man, Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous And then to have a wretched puling fool,

much. A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, Go in; and tell my lady I am gone, To answer — I'll not wed, - I cannot love,

Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell, I am too young, - I pray you, pardon me ; To make confession, and to be absolv'd. But, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you:

Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. Graze where you will, you shall not house with me;

[Erit. Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.

Jul. Is it more sin - to wish me thus forsworn, Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise : Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend ; Which she hath prais'd him with above compare An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i' the streets, So many thousand times ?- Go, counsellor; For, by my soul, l'il ne'er acknowledge thee, Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain. Nor what is mine shall never do thee good: I'll to the friar, to know his remedy; Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. [Exit. If all else fail, myself have power to die. [Erit.

La Cap.


SCENE I.-Friar Laurence's Cell. That she doth give her sorrow so much sway;

And, in his wisdom, hastes our marriage,
Enter FriAR LAURENCE and Paris. To stop the inundation of her tears ;
Fri. On Thursday, sir ? the time is very short. Which, too much minded by herself alone,

Par. My father Capulet will have it so; May be put from her by society :
And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste. Now do you know the reason of this haste.

Fri. You say you do not know the lady's mind; Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd. Uneven is the course, I like it not.

[Aside. Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell. And therefore have I little talk'd of love, For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.

Enter JULIỆT. Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous,

Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife !



Jul. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. Or shut me nightly in a cliarnel-house,
Par. That may be, must be, love, on Thursday O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling boxes

With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless skulls; Jul. What must be shall be.

Or bid me go into a new-made grave, Fri.

That's a certain text. And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Par. Come you to make confession to this father? Things that, to hear them told, have made ex Jul. To answer that, were to confess to you.

tremble; Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me. And I will do it without fear or doubt, Jul. I will confess to you, that I love him. To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet lore. Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love me. Fri. Hold, then ; go home, be merry, give condens

Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price, To marry Paris : Wednesday is to-morrow; Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. To-morrow night look that thou lie alone,

Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:

Jul. The tears have got small victory by that; Take thou this phial, being then in bed, For it was bad enough, before their spite.

And this distilled liquor drink thou off: Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that when, presently, through all thy veins shall rus report.

A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize Jul. That is no slander, sir, that is a truth; Each vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep And what I spake, I spake it to my face.

His natural progress, but surcease to beat: Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livist;

Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own. - The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade Are you at leisure, holy father, now;

To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall, Or shall I come to you at evening mass ?

Like death, when he shuts up the day of life ; Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, Each part, depriv'd of supple government,

Shall stiff, and stark, and cold, appear like death. My lord, we must entreat the time alone.

And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Par. Now heaven forbid, I should disturb de- Thou shalt remain full two and forty hours, votion!

And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you : Now when the bridegroom in the morning came Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss.

To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dend:

(Exit Paris. Then (as the manner of our country is) Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done so, In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier, Come weep with me; Past hope, past cure, past help! Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault,

Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. It strains me past the compass of my wits : In the mean time, against thou shalt awake, I hear thou must, and nothing must prorogue it, Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift; On Thursday next be married to this county. And hither shall he come; and he and I

Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, Will watch thy waking, and that very night Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:

Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help, And this shall free thee from this present shamie ; Do thou but call my resolution wise,

If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear, And with this knife I'll help it presently.

Abate thy valour in the acting it. Love join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; Jul. Give me, O give me ! tell me not of fear, And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal’d, Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperar Shall be the label to another deed,

In this resolve : I'll send a friar with speed Or my true heart with treacherous revolt

To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. Turn to another, this shall slay them both : Jul. Love, give me strength ! and strength shall Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time,

help afford. Give me some present counsel ; or, behold, Farewell, dear father! ”Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife Shall play the umpires; arbitrating that

SCENE 11.— A Room in Capulet's House. Which the commission of thy years and art EnterCAPULET, LADYCAPULET, Nurse, and Servants Could to no issue of true honour bring.

Cap. So many guests invite as here are writBe not so long to speak; I long to die, If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope,

2 Serv. You shall have none ill, sir. Which craves as desperate an execution

Cap. Go, begone. — As that is desperate which we would prevent. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. If, rather than to marry county Paris,

What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence? Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,

Nurse. Ay, forsooth. Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake

Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on ber A thing like death to chide away this shame,

A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
That cop'st with death himself to scape from it;
And, if thou dar'st, I'll give thee remedy.

Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift with
From off the battlements of yonder tower;
Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk

Cap. How now, my headstrong? where have you Where serpents are ; chain me with roaring bears ;

been gadding? 3 Decide the struggle between me and my distresses.

Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sit • Authority or power.

Of disobedient opposition


[Erit Servizi

[Erit Serast

merry look,


To you, and your behests 5; and am enjoin'd What if it be a poison, which the friar
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,

Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead;
And beg your pardon : - Pardon, I beseech you ! Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
Henceforward I am ever ruld by you.

Because he married me before to Romeo ? Cap. Send for the county; go tell him of this; I fear, it is: and yet, methinks, it should not, I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. For he hath still been tried a holy man :

Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell; I will not entertain so bad a thought. And gave him what becomed 6 love I might, How if, when I am laid into the tomb, Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

I wake before the time that Romeo Cap. Why, I am glad on't; this is well, - stand Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point ! up :

Shall I not then be stifled in the vault, This is as 't should be. — Let me see the county; To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.- And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ? Now, by my life, this reverend holy friar,

Or, if I live, is it not very like, All our whole city is much bound to him.

The horrible conceit of death and night, Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, Together with the terror of the place, To help me sort such needful ornaments

As in a vault, an ancient receptacle, As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? Where for these many hundred years, the bones La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is time of all my buried ancestors are pack'd; enough.

Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, Cap. Go, nurse, go with her :— we'll to church Lies fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they say,

[Exeunt JULIET and Nurse. At some hours in the night spirits resort; La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision; Alack, alack! is it not like, that I, 'Tis now near night.

So early waking, - what with loathsome smell, Cap.

Tush! I will stir about, And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife: That living mortals, hearing them, run mad *;Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;

0! if I wake, shall I not be distraught), I'll not to bed to night; — let me alone;

Environed with all these hideous fears? I'll play the housewife for this once.—What, ho ! And madly play with my forefathers' joints ? They are all forth : Well, I will walk myself And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud ? To county Paris, to prepare him up

And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone, Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light, As with a club, dash out my desperate brains ? Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. O, look ! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost

[Exeunl. Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body

Upon a rapier's point: – Stay, Tybalt, stay!. SCENE III.-Juliet's Chamber.

Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

[She throws herself on the Bed. Enter Juliet and Nurse. Jul. Ay, those attires are best: - But, gentle

SCENE IV. - Capulet's Hall.
I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night;

Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse.
For I have need of many orisons ?
To move the heavens to smile upon my state,

La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin.

spices, nurse.

Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the Enter LADY CAPULET.

pastry, 1 La. Cap. What are you busy? do you need my help?

Enter CAPULET. Jul. No, madam ; we have cull’d such necessaries Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir ! the second cock hath As are behoveful for our state to-morrow :

crow'd, So please you let me now be left alone,

The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock : And let the nurse this night sit up with you ; Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica : For, I am sure, you have your hands full all, Spare not for cost. In this so sudden business,


Go, go, you cot-quean, go, Good night!

Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow Get thee to bed, and rest ; for thou hast need. For this night's watching.

[Exeunt Lady CAPULET and Nurse. Cap. No, not a whit: What! I have watch'd ere Jul. Farewell! - Heaven knows, when we shall meet again.

All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in Chat almost freezes up the heat of life :

your time; I'll call them back again to comfort me;

But I will watch you from such watching now. Nurse! - What should she do here?

(Exeunt Lady CAPULET and Nurse. My dismal scene I needs must act alone. —

Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood ! — Now, Come, phial. —

fellow, What if this mixture do not work at all ?

What's there? Iust I of force be married to the county ?

8 The fabulous accounts of the plant called a mandrake give No, no; — this shall forbid it: - lie thou there.

it a degree of animal life, and when it is torn from the ground [Laying down a dagger. it groans, which is fatal to him that pulls it up. 5 Commands. 6 Becoming. 7 Prayers.

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La. Cap.

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Enter Servants, with Spits, Logs, and Baskets.

Enter Friar LAURENCE and Paris, with Musicians 1 Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not

Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? what.

Cap. Ready to go, but never to return;
Cap. Make haste, make haste. (Exit 1 Serv.] –

O son, the night before thy wedding-day
Sirrah, fetch drier logs ;

Hath death lain with thy bride :- See, there she lies, Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.

Flower as she was, deflowered by him. 2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir; And never trouble Peter for the matter. (Erit.

My daughter he hath wedded! I will die, Cap. 'Mass, and well said : A merry fellow! ha, And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's. Thou shalt be logger-head. — Good faith, 'tis day :

Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's

face, The county will be here with musick straight,

[Musick within.

And doth it give me such a sight as this? For so he said he would. I hear him near:

La.Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Nurse! — Wife! — what, ho ! - what, nurse, I say! Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw

In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
Enter Nurse.

But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up;

But one thing to rejoice and solace in,

And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight. I'll go and chat with Paris: – Hie, make haste, Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already :

Nurse. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day!

Most lamentable day! most woeful day, Make haste, I say !


That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
SCENE V.- Juliet's Chamber; Juliet on the Bed. Never was seen so black a day as this:

O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
Enter Nurse.

O woeful day, 0 woeful day!

Par. Beguild, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! Nurse. Mistress! - what, mistress ! - Juliet ! Most détestable death, by thee beguild, fast, I warrant:

By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown! Why, lamb ! why, lady! - fye, you slug-a-o love! O life !-- not life, but love in death! bed!

Cap. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, Why, love, I say ! madam! sweetheart ! - why,

kill'd! bride!

Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now What, not a word ? - you take your pennyworths To murder, murder our solemnity? now;

O child! O child!

my soul, and not my child! – Sleep for a week : how sound is she asleep! Dead art thou, dead! - alack! my child is dead; I needs must wake her :- Madam, madam, madam!

And with my child, my joys are buried! What, drest ! and in your clothes ! and down again!

Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives I must needs wake you : Lady! lady! lady! Alas! alas ! - Help! help! my lady's dead! - In these confusions. Heaven and yourself O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!.

Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, Some aqua vitæ, ho! - my lord ! my lady' And all the better is it for the maid : Enter LADY CAPULET.

Your part in her you could not keep from death;

But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. La. Cap. What noise is here?

The most you sought was — her promotion; Nurse.

O lamentable day!

For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanc'd: La. Cap. What is the matter?

And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd, Nurse.

Look, look! O heavy day! Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? La. Cap. O me, O me! — my child, my only life, o, in this love, you love your child so ill, Revive, look up, or I will die with thee !

That you run mad, seeing that she is well: Help, help! call help.

She's not well married, that lives married long;

But she's best married, that dies married young. Enter CAPULET.

Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,

In all her best array bear her to church : Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack For though fond nature bids us all lament, the day!

Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, Cap. All things that we ordained festival, she's dead.

Turn from their office to black funeral : Cap. Ha! let me see her :- Out, alas, she's Our instruments, to melancholy bells; cold,

Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast; Her blood is settled ; and her joints are stiff; Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change ; Life and these lips have long been separated : Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, Death lies on her, like an untimely frost

And all things change them to the contrary, Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

Fri. Sir, go you in, — and, madam,

go with him;Accursed time! unfortunate old man !

And go, sir Paris ; - every one prepare Nurse. O lamentable day!

To follow this fair corse unto her grave: La. Cap.

O woeful time! The heavens do lower upon you, for some ill; Cap. Death that hath ta’en her hence to make me Move them no more, by crossing their high will. wail,

[Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.

and Friar.



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