The Plays of Shakespeare

Go, tell their general we attend him here,
To know for what he comes, and whence he comes,
And what he craves.

Lord. I go, my lord.

[Exit.

Cle. Welcome is peace, if he on peace consist; If wars, we are unable to resist.

Enter PERICLES, with Attendants. Per. Lord governor, for so we hear you are, Let not our ships and number of our men, Be, like a beacon fir'd, to amaze your eyes. We have heard your miseries as far as Tyre, And seen the desolation of your streets; Nor come we to add sorrow to your tears, But to relieve them of their heavy load : And these our ships you happily may think Are like the Trojan horse, was stuff'd within With bloody veins, expecting overthrow,

Are stor'd with corn to make your needy bread,
And give them life whom hunger starv'd half dead.
All. The gods of Greece protect you!
And we'll pray for you.

Per.

Arise, I pray you, arise:
We do not look for reverence, but for love,
And harbourage for ourself, our ships, and men.
Cle. The which when any shall not gratify,
Or
pay you with unthankfulness in thought,
Be it our wives, our children, or ourselves,
The curse of heaven and men succeed their evils!
Till when, (the which, I hope, shall ne'er be seen)
Your grace is welcome to our town and us.

Per. Which welcome we'll accept; feast here a while,

Until our stars that frown lend us a smile.

[Exeunt.

ACT II.

Enter GOWER.

Gow. Here have you seen a mighty king
His child, I wis, to incest bring;

A better prince, and benign lord,

That will prove awful both in deed and word.
Be quiet, then, as men should be,
Till he hath pass'd necessity.

I'll show you those in trouble's reign,
Losing a mite, a mountain gain.
The good in conversation
(To whom I give my benizon)

Is still at Tharsus, where each man
Thinks all is writ he spoken can:
And to remember what he does,
Build his statue to make him glorious:
But tidings to the contrary

Are brought your eyes; what need speak I?
Dumb show.

Enter at one door PERICLES, talking with CLEON; all the Train with them. Enter at another door, a Gentleman, with a Letter to PERICLES: PERICLES shows the Letter to CLEON; then gives the Messenger a reward, and knights him. Exeunt PERICLES, CLEON, &c. severally.

Gow. Good Helicane hath stay'd at home,
Not to eat honey like a drone,
From others' labours; for though he strive
To killen bad, keep good alive;
And, to fulfil his prince' desire,
Sends word of all that haps in Tyre:
How Thaliard came full bent with sin,
And hid intent, to murder him;
And that in Tharsus was not best
Longer for him to make his rest.
He, knowing so, put forth to seas,
Where when men been, there's seldom ease,
For now the wind begins to blow;
Thunder above, and deeps below,
Make such unquiet, that the ship,

Should house him safe, is wreck'd and split;
And he, good prince, having all lost,
By waves from coast to coast is tost.

All perishen of man, of pelf,

Ne aught escapen but himself;

SCENE I.-Pentapolis. An open Place by the

Sea-side.

Enter PERICLES, wet.

Per. Yet cease your ire, you angry stars of heaven!
Wind, rain, and thunder, remember, earthly man
Is but a substance that must yield to you;

And I, as fits my nature, do obey you.
Alas! the sea hath cast me on the rocks,
Wash'd me from shore to shore, and left me breath
Nothing to think on, but ensuing death:
Let it suffice the greatness of your powers,
To have bereft a prince of all his fortunes;
And having thrown him from your watery grave,
Here to have death in peace is all he'll crave.
Enter three Fishermen.

3 Fish. 'Faith, master, I am thinking of the poor men, that were cast away before us even now.

1 Fish. Alas, poor souls! it grieved my heart to hear what pitiful cries they made to us to help them, when, well-a-day, we could scarce help ourselves.

3 Fish. Nay, master, said not I as much, when I saw the porpus, how he bounced and tumbled? they say, they are half fish, half flesh: a plague on them! they ne'er come, but I look to be washed. Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea.

1 Fish. Why as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones. I can compare our rich misers to nothing so fitly as to a whale; 'a plays and tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, and at last devours them all at a mouthful. Such whales have I heard on the land, who never leave gaping, till they've swallowed the whole parish, church, steeple, bells and all. Per. A pretty moral.

3 Fish. But, master, if I had been the sexton, I would have been that day in the belfry.

870

Per. Simonides?

3 Fish. We would purge the land of these drones,
that rob the bee of her honey.

Per. How from the finny subject of the sea
These fishers tell the infirmities of men ;
And from their watery empire recollect
All that may men approve, or men detect!—
Peace be at your labour, honest fishermen.

2 Fish. Honest! good fellow, what's that? if it be a
day fits you, search out of the calendar, and no body
look after it.

Per. Y' may see, the sea hath cast me upon your

coast

2 Fish. What a drunken knave was the sea, to cast thee in our way.

Per. A man whom both the waters and the wind,
In that vast tennis-court, hath made the ball
For them to play upon, entreats you pity him;
He asks of you, that never us'd to beg.

1 Fish. No, friend, cannot you beg? here's them in our country of Greece, gets more with begging, than we can do with working.

2 Fish. Canst thou catch any fishes, then?
Per. I never practis'd it.

2 Fish. Nay, then thou wilt starve, sure; for here's
nothing to be got now a-days, unless thou canst fish for't.
Per. What I have been I have forgot to know,
But what I am want teaches me to think on;
A man throng'd up with cold: my veins are chill,
And have no more of life, than may suffice
To give my tongue that heat to ask your help;
Which if you shall refuse, when I am dead,
For that I am a man, pray see me buried.

1 Fish. Die quoth-a? Now, gods forbid it! I have a gown here; come, put it on; keep thee warm. Now, afore me, a handsome fellow! Come, thou shalt go home, and we'll have flesh for holidays, fish for fastingdays, and moreo'er puddings and flap-jacks; and thou shalt be welcome.

Per. I thank you, sir.

2 Fish. Hark you, my friend, not beg.

Per. I did but crave. 2 Fish. But crave?

you said you could

Then I'll turn craver too, and so I shall 'scape whipping.

Per. Why, are all your beggars whipped, then? 2 Fish. O! not all, my friend, not all; for if all your beggars were whipped, I would wish no better office than to be beadle. But, master, I'll go draw up the net. [Exeunt Two of the Fishermen. Per. How well this honest mirth becomes their labour !

1 Fish. Hark you, sir; do you know where you are? Per. Not well.

1 Fish. Why, I'll tell you: this is called Pentapolis, and our king, the good Simonides.

Per. The good king Simonides, do you call him? 1 Fish. Ay, sir; and he deserves to be so called, for his peaceable reign, and good government.

Per. He is a happy king, since he gains from his subjects the name of good by his government. How far is his court distant from this shore ?

1 Fish. Marry, sir, half a day's journey: and I'll tell you, he hath a fair daughter, and to-morrow is her birth-day and there are princes and knights come from all parts of the world, to joust and tourney for

her love.

Per. Were my fortunes equal to my desires, I could wish to make one there.

1 Fish. O, sir! things must be as they may; and

ACT II.

wife's soul-
what a man cannot get, he may lawfully deal for. His

Re-enter the Two Fishermen, drawing up a Net.

2 Fish. Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out. Ha! bots on't; 'tis come at last, and 'tis turned to a rusty armour.

Thanks, fortune, yet, that after all crosses
Per. An armour, friends! I pray you, let me see it.
Thou giv'st me somewhat to repair myself:
Which my dead father did bequeath to me,
And though it was mine own, part of mine heritage,
With this strict charge (even as he left his life)

Keep it, my Pericles, it hath been a shield
"Twixt me and death;" (and pointed to this brace)
"For that it sav'd me, keep it; in like necessity,
The which the gods protect thee from, it may defend
thee."

Till the rough seas, that spare not any man,
It kept where I kept, I so dearly lov'd it,
Took it in rage, though calm'd, have given 't again.
I thank thee for't: my shipwreck now's no ill,
Since I have here my father's gift in's will.
1 Fish. What mean you, sir?

For it was sometime target to a king;
Per. To beg of you, kind friends, this coat of worth,

I know it by this mark. He lov'd me dearly,
And for his sake I wish the having of it;
And that you'd guide me to your sovereign's court,
Where with it I may appear a gentleman:
And if that ever my low fortunes better,
I'll pay your bounties; till then, rest your debtor.
1 Fish. Why, wilt thou tourney for the lady?
Per. I'll show the virtue I have borne in arms.
good on't!
1 Fish. Why, do ye take it; and the gods give thee

made up this garment through the rough seams of the
2 Fish. Ay, but hark you, my friend; 'twas we that
waters: there are certain condolements, certain vails. |
I hope, sir, if you thrive, you'll remember from whence
you had it.

Per. Believe it, I will.

And spite of all the rapture of the sea,
By your furtherance I am cloth'd in steel;
This jewel holds his biding on my arm :
Upon a courser, whose delightful steps
Unto thy value will I mount myself
Shall make the gazer joy to see him tread.-
Only, my friend, I yet am unprovided
Of a pair of bases.

2 Fish. We'll sure provide: thou shalt have my best
court myself.
gown to make thee a pair, and I'll bring thee to the

[Exeunt.

This day I'll rise, or else add ill to ill.
Per. Then honour be but a goal to my will!
SCENE II.-The Same.

A Platform leading to the
Lists. A Pavilion near it, for the reception of the
King, Princess, Ladies, Lords, &c.
Enter SIMONIDES, THAISA, Lords, and Attendants.
Sim. Are the knights ready to begin the triumph?
And stay your coming to present themselves.
1 Lord. They are, my liege;

In honour of whose birth these triumphs are,
Sim. Return them, we are ready; and our daughter,
Sits here, like beauty's child, whom nature gat
For men to see, and seeing wonder at. [Exit a Lord.
Thai. It pleaseth you, my royal father, to express
My commendations great, whose merit's less.
Sim. "Tis fit it should be so; for princes are

A model, which heaven makes like to itself:
As jewels lose their glory if neglected,
So princes their renown, if not respected.
'Tis now your honour, daughter, to explain
The labour of each knight in his device.

Thai. Which, to preserve mine honour, I'll perform. Enter a Knight: he passes over the Stage, and his Squire presents his Shield to the Princess.

Sim. Who is the first that doth prefer himself?
Thai. A knight of Sparta, my renowned father;
And the device he bears upon his shield
Is a black Æthiop, reaching at the sun;
The word, Lux tua vita mihi.

Sim. He loves you well that holds his life of you.
[The second Knight passes over.
Who is the second that presents himself?

Thai. A prince of Macedon, my royal father;
And the device he bears upon his shield

Is an arm'd knight, that's conquer'd by a lady:
The motto thus, in Spanish, Piu per dulzura que per
fuerza.
[The third Knight passes over.
Sim. And what the third?
Thai.
And his device, a wreath of chivalry:
The word, Me pompa provexit apex.

The third of Antioch;

[The fourth Knight passes over.

Sim. What is the fourth?
Thai. A burning torch, that's turned upside down;
The word, Quod me alit, me extinguit.
Sim. Which shows that beauty hath his power and will,
Which can as well inflame, as it can kill.

[The fifth Knight passes over.
Thai. The fifth, a hand environed with clouds,
Holding out gold that's by the touchstone tried;
The motto thus, Sic spectanda fides.

[The sixth Knight passes over. Sim. And what's the sixth and last, the which the knight himself

With such a graceful courtesy deliver'd?

Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast:
You are princes, and my guests.

Thai. But you, [To PER.] my knight and guest;
To whom this wreath of victory I give,
And crown you king of this day's happiness.

Per. 'Tis more by fortune, lady, than my merit.
Sim. Call it by what you will, the day is yours;
And here, I hope, is none that envies it.
In framing an artist art hath thus decreed,
To make some good, but others to exceed;
And you're her labour'd scholar. Come, queen o' the
feast,

(For, daughter, so you are) here take your place:
Marshal the rest, as they deserve their grace.

Knights. We are honour'd much by good Simonides.
Sim. Your presence glads our days: honour we love,
For who hates honour hates the gods above.
Marshal. Sir, yond's your place.

Per.

Some other is more fit.

1 Knight. Contend not, sir; for we are gentlemen,
That neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes,
Envy the great, nor do the low despise.
Per. You are right courteous knights.
Sim.

Sit, sir; sit.

By Jove, I wonder, that is king of thoughts,
These cates resist me, he not thought upon.
Thai. By Juno, that is queen

Of marriage, all the viands that I eat
Do seem unsavoury, wishing him my meat.
Sure, he's a gallant gentleman.

Sim. He's but a country gentleman:

He has done no more than other knights have done,
He has broken a staff, or so; so, let it pass.

Thai. To me he seems like diamond to glass.
Per. Yond' king's to me like to my father's picture,
Which tells me in that glory once he was;
Had princes sit, like stars, about his throne,
And he the sun for them to reverence.
None that beheld him, but like lesser lights

Thai. He seems to be a stranger; but his present is Did vail their crowns to his supremacy;

A wither'd branch, that's only green at top:

The motto, In hac spe vivo.

Sim. A pretty moral:

From the dejected state wherein he is,

He hopes by you his fortunes yet may flourish.

1 Lord. He had need mean better, than his outward show

Can any way speak in his just commend;

For by his rusty outside he appears

To have practis'd more the whipstock than the lance. 2 Lord. He well may be a stranger, for he comes To an honour'd triumph strangely furnished.

3 Lord. And on set purpose let his armour rust Until this day, to scour it in the dust.

Sim. Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan
The outward habit by the inward man.
But stay, the knights are coming: we'll withdraw
Into the gallery.

[Exeunt. [Great Shouts, and all cry, The mean knight! SCENE III.-The Same. A Hall of State. A Banquet prepared.

Enter SIMONIDES, THAISA, Ladies, Lords, Knights, and Attendants.

Where now his son, like a glow-worm in the night,
The which hath fire in darkness, none in light:
Whereby I see that Time's the king of men;
He's both their parent, and he is their grave,
And gives them what he will, not what they crave.
Sim. What! are you merry, knights?

1 Knight. Who can be other, in this royal presence?
Sim. Here, with a cup that's stor'd unto the brim,
(As you do love, fill to your mistress' lips)
We drink this health to you.
Knights.

We thank your grace.

Sim. Yet pause a while;
Yond' knight doth sit too melancholy,

As if the entertainment in our court

Had not a show might countervail his worth.
Note it not you, Thaisa?

Thai.
To me, my father?

Sim.

What is it

O! attend, my daughter:
Princes, in this, should live like gods above,
Who freely give to every one that comes
To honour them; and princes, not doing so,
Are like to gnats, which make a sound, but kill'd
Are wonder'd at. Therefore,

To make his entrance more sweet, here say,
We drink this standing-bowl of wine to him.
Thai. Alas, my father! it befits not me
Unto a stranger knight to be so bold:
He may my proffer take for an offence,
Since men take women's gifts for impudence.

Sim. How!

Do as I bid you, or you'll move me else. Thai. [Aside.] Now, by the gods, he could not please me better.

Sim. And farther tell him, we desire to know, Of whence he is, his name, and parentage.

Thai. The king my father, sir, has drunk to you. Per. I thank him.

Thai. Wishing it so much blood unto your life.
Per. I thank both him and you, and pledge him freely.
Thai. And, farther, he desires to know of you,
Of whence you are, your name and parentage.

Per. A gentleman of Tyre (my name, Pericles,
My education been in arts and arms)
Who looking for adventures in the world,
Was by the rough seas reft of ships and men,
And after shipwreck driven upon this shore.

Thai. He thanks your grace; names himself Pericles, A gentleman of Tyre,

Who only by misfortune of the seas

Bereft of ships and men, cast on the shore.

Sim. Now by the gods, I pity his misfortune,
And will awake him from his melancholy.
Come, gentlemen, we sit too long on trifles,

And waste the time which looks for other revels.
Even in your armours, as you are address'd,
Will very well become a soldier's dance.
I will not have excuse, with saying, this
Loud music is too harsh for ladies' heads,
Since they love men in arms, as well as beds.

[The Knights dance.

So, this was well ask'd, 'twas so well perform'd.
Come, sir;

Here is a lady that wants breathing too:
And I have often heard, you knights of Tyre
Are excellent in making ladies trip,

And that their measures are as excellent.

Per. In those that practise them, they are, my lord. Sim. O! that's as much, as you would be denied [The Knights and Ladies dance. Of your fair courtesy.-Unclasp, unclasp: Thanks, gentlemen, to all; all have done well, But you the best. [TO PERICLES.] Pages and lights, to conduct

These knights unto their several lodgings!-Yours, sir,
We have given order to be next our own.
Per. I am at your grace's pleasure.
Sim. Princes, it is too late to talk of love,
And that's the mark I know you level at:
Therefore, each one betake him to his rest;
To-morrow all for speeding do their best.
SCENE IV.-Tyre. A Room in the Governor's House.
Enter HELICANUS and ESCANES.

Hel. No, Escanes; know this of me,
Antiochus from incest liv'd not free:

[Exeunt.

For which the most high gods, not minding longer
To withhold the vengeance, that they had in store,
Due to this heinous capital offence,

Even in the height and pride of all his glory,
When he was seated, and his daughter with him,
In a chariot of inestimable value,

A fire from heaven came, and shrivell'd up
Those bodies, even to loathing; for they so stunk,
That all those eyes ador'd them ere their fall,
Scorn now their hand should give them burial.
Esca. 'Twas very strange.
Hel.
And yet but just; for though
This king were great, his greatness was no guard
To bar heaven's shaft, but sin had his reward.

Esca. 'Tis very_true.

Enter Three Lords.

1 Lord. See! not a man, in private conference Or council, has respect with him but he.

2 Lord. It shall no longer grieve without reproof. 3 Lord. And curs'd be he that will not second it. 1 Lord. Follow me, then.-Lord Helicane, a word. Hel. With me? and welcome.-Happy day, my lords. 1 Lord. Know, that our griefs are risen to the top, And now at length they overflow their banks.

Hel. Your griefs! for what? wrong not the prince you love.

1 Lord. Wrong not yourself, then, noble Helicane; But if the prince do live, let us salute him,

Or know what ground's made happy by his breath.
If in the world he live, we'll seek him out;
If in his grave he rest, we'll find him there;
And be resolved, he lives to govern us,
Or dead, gives cause to mourn his funeral,
And leaves us to our free election.

2 Lord. Whose death's, indeed, the strongest in our

censure:

And knowing this kingdom is without a head,

Like goodly buildings left without a roof,
Soon fall to ruin, your noble self,

That best know'st how to rule, and how to reign,
We thus submit unto, our sovereign.

All. Live, noble Helicane!

Hel. Try honour's cause; forbear your suffrages:
If that you love prince Pericles, forbear.
Take I your wish, I leap into the seas,
Where's hourly trouble for a minute's ease.
A twelvemonth longer, let me entreat you
To forbear the absence of your king;
If in which time expir'd he not return,
I shall with aged patience bear your yoke.
But if I cannot win you to this love,

Go search like nobles, like noble subjects,
And in your search spend your adventurous worth;
Whom if you find, and win unto return,

You shall like diamonds sit about his crown.

1 Lord. To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield: And since lord Helicane enjoineth us, We with our travels will endeavour.

Hel. Then, you love us, we you, and we'll clasp hands: When peers thus knit a kingdom ever stands. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Pentapolis. A Room in the Palace. ! Enter SIMONIDES, reading a Letter: the Knights meet him.

1 Knight. Good morrow to the good Simonides.
Sim. Knights, from my daughter this I let you
know:

That for this twelvemonth she'll not undertake
A married life.

Her reason to herself is only known,
Which yet from her by no means can I get.

2 Knight. May we not get access to her, my lord?
Sim. 'Faith, by no means; she hath so strictly tied her
To her chamber, that it is impossible.
One twelve moons more she'll wear Diana's livery;
This by the eye of Cynthia hath she vow'd,
And on her virgin honour will not break it.

3 Knight. Though loath to bid farewell, we take our
leaves.
[Exeunt.
Sim. So,

They're well despatch'd; now to my daughter's letter.
She tells me here, she'll wed the stranger knight,
Or never more to view nor day nor light.
'Tis well, mistress; your choice agrees with mine;

Sim. To you as much, sir. I am beholding to you And not to be a rebel to her state;

For your sweet music this last night: I do
Protest, my ears were never better fed
With such delightful pleasing harmony.

Per. It is your grace's pleasure to commend,

Not my desert.

Sim.

Sir, you are music's master.

Per. The worst of all her scholars, my good lord.
Sim. Let me ask one thing.

What do you think of my daughter, sir?
Per. As of a most virtuous princess.
Sim. And she is fair too, is she not?

Per. As a fair day in summer; wondrous fair.
Sim. My daughter, sir, thinks very well of you;
Ay, so well, sir, that you must be her master,
And she'll your scholar be: therefore, look to it.
Per. I am unworthy for her schoolmaster.
Sim. She thinks not so; peruse this writing else.
Per. [Aside.] What's here?

A letter, that she loves the knight of Tyre?
'Tis the king's subtilty, to have my life.

[To him.] Ŏ! seek not to entrap me, gracious lord,
A stranger and distressed gentleman,

That never aim'd so high to love your daughter,
But bent all offices to honour her.

And he that otherwise accounts of me,
This sword shall prove he's honour's enemy.

Sim. No!

Here comes my daughter, she can witness it.
Enter THAISA.

Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair,
Resolve your angry father, if my tongue
Did e'er solicit, or my hand subscribe
To any syllable that made love to you?
Thai. Why, sir, if you had,

Who takes offence at that would make me glad?
Sim. Yea, mistress, are you so peremptory?-
[Aside.] I am glad on't with all my heart.
[To her.] I'll tame you; I'll bring you in subjection.
Will you, not having my consent,

Bestow your love and your affections

Upon a stranger? [Aside.] who, for aught I know,
May be (nor can I think the contrary)

As great in blood as I myself.

[To her.] Therefore, hear you, mistress; either frame
Your will to mine; and you, sir, hear you,
Either be rul'd by me, or I will make you-
Man and wife.-Nay, come; your hands,
And lips must seal it too;

Sim. Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter, and thou art And being join'd, I'll thus your hopes destroy;
A villain.

Per. By the gods, I have not,

Never did thought of mine levy offence;
Nor never did my actions yet commence

A deed might gain her love, or your displeasure.
Sim. Traitor, thou liest.

Per.

Sim.

Traitor !

Ay, traitor.

Enter Gower.

And for farther grief,-God give you joy!—
What, are you both pleas'd?

Thai.

Yes, if you love me, sir.

Per. Even as my life, my blood that fosters it.
Sim. What are you both agreed?

Both. Yes, if't please your majesty.

Sim. It pleaseth me so well, I'll see you wed;
Then, with what haste you can, get you to bed. [Exeunt.

ACT III.

Gow. Now sleep yslaked hath the rout;
No din but snores the house about,
Made louder by the o'er-fed breast
Of this most pompous marriage feast.
The cat with eyne of burning coal,
Now couches 'fore the mouse's hole;
And crickets sing at the oven's mouth,
Are the blither for their drouth.
Hymen hath brought the bride to bed,
Where, by the loss of maidenhead,
A babe is moulded.-Be attent,
And time that is so briefly spent,
With your fine fancies quaintly eche;
What's dumb in show, I'll plain with speech.
Dumb Show.

Enter PERICLES and SIMONIDES at one door, with At-
tendants; a Messenger meets them, kneels, and gives
PERICLES a Letter: PERICLES shows it to SIMONIDES;
the Lords kneel to PERICLES. Then, enter THAISA
with child, and LYCHORIDA: SIMONIDES shows his
Daughter the Letter; she rejoices: she and PERICLES
take leave of her Father, and all depart.

Gow. By many a dern and painful perch Of Pericles the careful search

By the four opposing coignes,
Which the world together joins,
Is made, with all due diligence,

That horse, and sail, and high expence,
Can stead the quest. At last from Tyre
(Fame answering the most strange inquire,)
To the court of king Simonides

Are letters brought, the tenour these :—
Antiochus and his daughter dead:
The men of Tyrus on the head

Of Helicanus would set on

The crown of Tyre, but he will none :

The mutiny he there hastes t' oppress;

Says to them, if king Pericles

Come not home in twice six moons,

He, obedient to their dooms,

Will take the crown. The sum of this,
Brought hither to Pentapolis,
Yravished the regions round,

And every one with claps 'gan sound,
"Our heir apparent is a king!

Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing?"
Brief, he must hence depart to Tyre:
His queen, with child, makes her desire
(Which who shall cross?) along to go.
Omit we all their dole and woe:

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