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Did in your name receive it; pardon the fault, I Jul. This babble shall not henceforth trouble me. pray,

Here is a coils with protestation ! Jul. Now, by my modesty, a goodly broker !'

(Tears the letter. Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines ? Go, get you gone ; and let the papers lie : To whisper and conspire against my youth? You would be fingering them, to anger me. Now, trust me, 'tis an office of great worth, Luc. She makes it strange; but she would be And you an officer fit for the place.

best pleas'd There, take the paper, see it be return'd;

To be so anger'd with another letter. (Exit Or else return no more into my sight.

Jul. Nay, would I were so anger'd with the same Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than o hateful hands, to tear such loving words ! hate.

Injurious wasps ! to feed on such sweet honey, Jul. Will you be gone?

And kill the bees that yield it, with your stings! Luc.

That you may ruminate. I'll kiss each several paper for amends.

(Exit. And here is writ-kind Julia ;-unkind Julia ! Jul. And yet, I would I had o'erlook'd the letter. As in revenge of thy ingratitude, It rere a shame to call her back again,

I throw thy name against the bruising stones, And pray her to a fault for which ichid her. Trampling contemptuously on thy disdain. Whai fool is she, that knows I am a maid, Look, here is writ-love-wounded Proteus :And would not force the letter to my view ? Poor wounded name! my bosom, as a bed, Since maids, in modesty, say No, to that Shall lodge thee, till thy wound be thoroughly Which they would have the profferer construe, Ay. heal'd; fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, And thus I search it with a sovereign kiss, That, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, But twice, or thrice, was Proteus written down? And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod ! 'Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence,

Till I have found eaca letter in the letter, When willingly I would have had her here ! Except mine own name; that some whirlwind bear How angrily I taught my brow to frown, Unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock, When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile ! And throw it thence into the raging sea! My penance is, so call Lucetia back,

Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ,And ask remission for my folly past:

Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus, What ho! Lucetta!

To the sweet Julia :-that I'll tear away;

And yet I will not, sith' so prettily
Re-enter Lucetta.

He couples it to his complaining names :

Thus will I fold them one upon another ;
What would your ladyship ? Now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will.
Jul. Is it near dinner-time?
I would it were :

Re-enter Lucetta.
That you might kill your stomach on your meat,
And not upon your maid.

Lic. Madam, dinner's ready, and your father
What is't you took up

stays. So gingerly?

Jul. Well, let us go.

Luc. What, shall these papers lie like tell-lales
Why didst thou stoop, then ?

here? Luc. To take a paper up that I let fall.

Jul. If you respect them, best to take them up. Jul. And is that paper nothing ?

Luc. Nay, I was taken up for laying them down: Luc.

Nothing concerning me. Yet here they shall not lie, for catching cold. Jud. Then let it lie for those that it concerns. Jul. I see you have a month's mind to them.

Luc. Madam, it will not lie where it concerns, Luc. Ay, madam, you may say what sights you Unless it have a false interpreter.

Jul. Some love of yours hath writto you in rhyme. I see things too, although you judge I wink.

Luc. That I might sing it, madam, to a tune: Jul. Come, come, will't please you go?
Give me a note: your ladyship can set-

(Eremi. Jul. As little by such toys as may be possible: Best sing it to the tune of Light o love.

SCENE III.-The same. A room in Antonio's Luc. It is too heavy for so light a tune.

house, Enter Antonio and Panthino. Jud. Heavy ? belike it hath some burden then. Luc Ay; and melodious were it, would you Ant. Tell me, Panthino, what sado talk was that,

Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister ? Jul And why not you ?

Pan. 'Twas of his nephew Proteus, your son. Luc

I cannot reach so high. Ant. Why, what of him ? Jul. Let's see your song :-How now, minion?


He wonder'd, that your lordship Luc. Keep tune there still, so you will sing it out: Would suffer him to spend his youth at home; And yet, methinks, I do not like this tune. While other men, of slender reputation, Jud. You do not?

Put forth their sons to seek preserment out: Luc. No, madam; it is too sharp.

Some, to the wars, to try their fortune there; Jul. You, minion, are too saucy.

Some, to discover islands far away; Luc. Nay, now you are too fiat,

Some, to the studious universities. And mar the concord with too harsh a descant:: For any, or for all these exercises, T'here wanteth but a mean* to fill your song, He said, that Proteus, your son, was meet; Jul. The mean is drown'd with your unruly base. And did request me, to importune you, Luc. Indeed, I bid the base for Proteus. To let him spend his time no inore at home, (1) A matchmaker. (2) Passion or obstinacy. (5) A chailenge. (6) Bustle, stir. (7) Since. 13) term in inusic. \(4) The tenor in music. 18) Serious. (9) Little consequence

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Which would be great impeachment to his age, Come on, Panthino; you shall be employ'd
In having known no travel in his youth. To hasten on his expedition.
Ant. Nor need'st thou much importune me to

(Exeuni Ant. and Pap'. that

Pro. Thus have I shunn'd the fire, for lear of Whereon this month I have been hammering.

burning; I have consider'd well his loss of time;

And drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd And how he cannot be a perfect man,

I fear'd to show my father Julia's letter, Not being try'd and tutor'd in the world : Lest he should take exceptions to my love; Experience is by industry uchiev'd,

And with the vantage of mine own excuse And perfected by the swift course of time : Hath he excepted most against my love. Then, tell me, whither were I best to send him? O, how this spring of love resembleth Pant. I think, your lordship is not ignorant,

The uncertain glory of an April day;
How his companion, youthful Valentine, Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
Attends the emperor in his royal court.

And by and by a cloud takes all away!
Ant. I know it well.
Pant. 'Twere good, I think, your lordship sent

Re-enter Panthino.
him thither :

Pant. Sir Proteus, your father calls for you, There shall he practise tilts and tournaments,

He is in haste, therefore, I pray you, go, Hear sweet discourse, converse with noblemén;

Pro. Why, this it is ! my heart accords therelo, And be in eye of every exercise,

And yet a thousand times it answers, no. Worthy his youth and nobleness of birth.

(Exeunt. Ant. I like thy counsel; well hast thou advis'd: And, that thou may'st perceive how well I like it, The execution of it shall make known; Even with the speediest execution

ACT II. I will despatch him to the emperor's court. Pant. To-morrow, may it please you, Don Al- SCENE I. Milan. Ar apartment in the Duke's phonso,

palace. Enter Valentine and Speed. With other gentlemen of good esteem, Are journeying to salute the emperor,

Speed. Sir, your glove. And to cominend their service to his will.

Val. Nol mine; my gloves are on. Ant. Good company: with them shall Proteus go:

Speed. Why then this may be yours, for this is And, in good time,-now will we break with him. but one.

Val. Ha! let me see : ay, give it me, it's mine. Enter Proteus,

Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine!

Ah Silvia ! Silvia ! Pro. Sweet love! sweet lines ! sweet life!

Speed. Madam Silvia ! madam Silvia ! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart;

Val. How now, sirrah! Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn: Speed. She is not within hearing, sir. 0, that our fathers would applaud our loves, Val. Why, sir, who bade you call her ? To seal our happiness with their consents ! Speed. Your worship, sir; or else I mistook. O heavenly Julia!

Val. Well, you'll still be too forward. Anl. How now? what letter are you reading Speed. And yet I was last chidden for being toc there?

slow. Pro. May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or Val. Go to, sir ; tell me, do you know inadam two

Silvia ? Of commendation sent from Valentine,

Speed. She that your worship loves ? Deliver'd by a friend that came from him.

Val. Why, how know you that I am in love ? Ant. Lend me the letter ; let me see what news. Speed. Marry, by these special marks: First, you Pro. There is no news, my lord; but that he have learned, like Sir Proteus, to wreath your arms writes

like a male-content; to relish a love-song, like a How happily he lives, how well belov'd, robin-red-breast; to walk alone, like one that had And daily graced by the emperor ;.

the pestilence; to sigh, like a school-boy that had Wishing me with him, partner of his fortune, lost his A. B. C.; to weep,

like a young

wench that Ant. And how stand you affected to his wish? had buried her grandam; to fast, like one that takes

Pro. As one relying on your lordship’s will, diet ;' to watch, like one that fears robbing; to And not depending on his friendly wish. speak puling, like a beggar at Hallowmas. You

Ant. My will is something sorted with his wish: were wont, when you laugh’d, to crow like a cock; Muse' not that I thus suddenly proceed; when you walked, to walk like one of the lions; For he!!! I wiil, and there an end. when you fasted, it was presently afier dinner; I am resolv'd. that thou shalt spend some time when you looked sadly, it was for want of money: With Valentinus in the einperor's court;

and now you are metamorphosed with a mistress, What maintenance he from his friends receives, that, when I look on you, I can hardly think you Like exhibition thou shalt have from me. my master, Tomorrow be in readiness to go:

Val. Are all these things perceived in me? Excuse it not, for I am peremptory.

Speed. They are all perceived without you. Pro. My lord, I cannot be so soon provided; ValWithout me? They cannot. Please you, deliberate a day or two.

Speed. Without you ? nay, that's certain, for, Ani. Look, what thou want'st, shall be sent after without you were so simple, none else would: bui thee:

you are so without these follies, that these follies No more of stay; to-morrow thou must go.- are within you, and shine through you like the

water in a urinal ; that not an eye, that sees you (1) Reprvach. (2) Break the matter to him. 13) Wonder. 14) Allowance.

(5) Under a regimen. 16) Allhallowmas

And yet,

out is a physician to comment on your malady. |But for my duty to your ladysnip.

Val. But tell me, dost thou know my lady Silvia ? Sil. I thank you, gentle servant : 'tis very clerkly

Speed. She, that you gaze on so, as she sits at done. supner ?

Va. Now trust me, madam, it came hardly off; Val. Hast thou observ'd that? even she I mean. For, being ignorant to whom it goes, Speed. Why, sir, I know her not.

I writ at randoni, very doubtfully. Val. Dost thou know her by my gazing on her, Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much und yet know'sl her not?

pains ? Speed. Is she not hard-favour'd, sir ?

Val. No, madam; so it stead you, I will write, al. Not so fair, boy, as well favoured. Plcase you command, a thousand times as muea : Speed. Sir, I know that well enough. Val. What dost thou know?

Sil. A pretty period ! Well, I guess the sequel ; Speed. That she is not so fair, as (of you) well And yet I will not name it :-and yet I care not ; favoured.

And yet take this again ;-and yet I thank you ; Val. I mean, that her beauty is exquisite, but Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more. her favour infinite.

Speed. And yet you will ; and yet another yet, Speed. That's because the one is painted, and

1. Asids, the other out of all count.

Val. What means your ladyship ? do you not Val. How painted ? and how out of count?

like it? Speed. Marry, sir, so painted, to make her fair, Sil. Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ : that no man counts of her beauty.

But since unwillingly, take them agam; Val. How esteemest thou me? I account of her Nay, take them. beauty.

Val. Madam, they are for you. Speed. You never saw her since she was de- Sil. Ay, ay; you writ them, sir, at my request : formed.

But I will none of them; they are for you : Val. How long hath she been deformed ? I would have had them writ more movingly. Speed. Ever since you loved her.

Val. Please you, I'll write your ladyship another, Val. I have loved her ever since I saw her, and Sil. And, when it's writ, for my sake read it over : still I see her beautiful.

And, if it please you, so if not, why, so. Speed. If you love her, you cannot see her. Val. If it please me, madam! what then? Val. Why?

Sil. Why, if it please you, take it for your labour · Speed. Because love is blind. O, that you had And so good morrow, servant. TE.rit Silvia. mine eyes; or your own had the lights they were Speed. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, wont to have, when you chid at Sir Proteus for As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a going ungartered !

steeple ! Va. What should I see then ?

My master sues to her; and she hath taught he. Speed. Your own present folly, and her passing suitor, deformity: for he, being in love, could not see to He being her pupil

, to become her tutor, garter his hose ; and you, being in love, cannot see o excellent device! was there ever heard a better? to put on your hose.

That my master, being scribe, to him self should Va. Belike, boy, then you are in love; for last write the letter ? morning you could not see to wipe my shoes. Val. How now, sir ? what are you reasoning

Speed. True, sir ; I was in love with my bed : 1 with yourself? thank you, you swinged' me for my love, which, Speed. Nay, I was rhyming; 'tis you that have makes me the bolder to chide you for yours. the reason.

Val. In conclusion, I stand affected to her. Val. To do what?

Speed. I would you were set ; so, your affection Speed. To be a spokesman from madam Silvia. would cease.

Val. To whom? Val. Lastight she enjoined me to write some Speed. To yourself: why, she wooes you by a lines to one she loves.

figure. Speed. And have you?

'Val. What figure ? Va. I have.

Speed. By a letter, I should say. Speed. Are they not lamely writ ?

Val. Why, she hath not writ to me. Val. No, boy, but as well as I can do them :- Speed. What need she, when she hath made you Peace, here she comes.

write to yourself? Why, do you not perceive the Enter Silvia.

Val. No, believe me. Speed. O excellent motion ! O exceeding pup-yo's perceive her earnest?

Speed. No believing you indeed, sir; but did pet! now will he interpret to her.

Val. She gave me none, except an angry word. Val. Madam and mistress, a thousand good

Speed. Why, she hath given you a letier,

Val. That's the letter I writ to her friend Speed. 0, 'give you good even! here's a million

Speed. And that letter hath she delivered, and of manners.


there an end. Sil. Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thcu- Val. I would, it were no worse. sand.

Speed. I'll warrant you, 'tis as well: Speed. He should give her interest; and she gives it him.

For often you have writ to her; and she, in Val. As you enjoin'd me, I have writ your letter,

modesty, Unto the secret nameless friend of yours; Which I was much unwilling to proceed in,

Or else for want of idle time, could not again

reply, 3 Whipped

(2) A puppet-show. Like a scholar

14) There's the conclusion



Or fearing else some messenger, that might her so. Now come I to my father; Father, your bless mind discover,

ing; now should not the shoe speak a word for Herself hath laught 'her love himself to write weeping; now should I kiss my father ; well, he into her lover.

weeps on:--now come I to my mother, (0, that she

could speak now!) like a wood* woman ;-well, I All this I speak in print; for in print I found it.-kiss her ;-why there 'tis ; here's my mother's breath Why muse you, sit? 'tis dinner-iime.

up and down: now come 1 to my sister; mark the Val. I have dined.

moan she makes : now the dog all this while sheds Speed. Ay, but hearken, sir: though the came- not a tear, nor speaks a word; but see how I lay leon, Love, can feed on the air, I am one that am the dust with my tears. nourished by my victuals, and would sain have meat: 0, be not like your mistress; be moved, be

Enter Panthino. moved.


Pan. Launce, away, away, aboard; thy master SCENE II.- Verona. A room in Julia's house. is shipped, and thou art to post aster with oars. Enter Proteus and Julia.

What's the matter? why weepest thou, man? Away,

ass; you will lose the tide, if you tarry any longer. Pro. Have patience, gentle Julia.

Laun. It is no matter if the ty'd were lost; for it

is the unkindest ty'd that ever any man ty'd. Jul. I must, where is no remedy, Pro. Vhen possibly I can, I will return.

Pan. What's the unkindest tide ? Jul. If you turn not, you will return the sooner:

Laun. Why, he that's ty'd here; Crab, my dog. Keep this remembrance for thy Julia's sake.

Pan. Tut, man, I mean thoul't lose the flood , (Giving a ring, and, in losing

the flood, lose thy voyage ; and, in Pro. Why then we'll make exchange ; here, losing thy voyage lose hy master; and, in losing take you this.

thy master, Tose thy service; and, in losing thy Jul. And seal the bargain with a holy kiss.

service, -Why dost thou stop my mouth! Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancy;

Laun. For fear thou should'si lose thy tongue. And when that hour o'er-slips me in the day,

Pan. Where should I lose my tongue? Wherein I sigh not, Julia, for thy sake,

Laun. In thy tale. The next ensuing hour some foul mischance

Pan. In thy tail ? Torment me for my love's forgetfulness !

Laun. Lose the tide, and the voyage, and the My father stays my coming; answer not;

master, and the service? The tide !--why, man, The tide is now : nay, not the tide of tears;

if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my That tide will stay me longer than I should

tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the

(Exil Julia. boat with my sighs. Julia, farewell.-What! gone without a word ?

Pan. Come, come away, man, I was sent to

call thee, Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak; For truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it.

Laun. Sir, call me what thou darest.

Pan. Wilt thou go?
Enter Panthino.
Laun. Well, I will go.

(Exeunt. Pan. Sir Proteus, you are staid for.

SCENE IV.-Milan. An apartment in the Pro. Go; I come, I come :

Duke's palace. Enter Valentine, Silvia, Thu. Alas! this parting strikes poor lovers dumb.

rio, and Speed. (Exeunt.

Sil. ServantSCENE III.-The same. A street. Enter Val. Mistress? Launce, leading a dog.

Speed. Master, Sir

Thurio frowns on you. Launce, Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done

Val. Ay, boy, it's for love.

Speed. Not of you. weeping; all the kind of the Launces have this

Val. Of my mistress then. very fault: I have received my proportion, like the

Speed. 'Twere good, you knocked him. prodigious son, and am going with Sir Proteus to

Sil. Servant, you are sad.s the Imperial's court. I think, Crab my dog be the

Val. Indeed, madam, I seem so. sourest-natured dog that lives: my mother weeping,

Thi. Seem you that you are not? my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howl

Val. Haply, I do. ing, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house Thu, So do counterfeits. in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted Val. So do you. cur shed one tear: he is a stone, a very pebble- Thu. What seem I, that I am not ? stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog: a Val. Wise. Jew would have wept to have seen our parting ; Thu. What instance of the contrary? why, my grandam naving no eyes, look you, wept Val. Your folly. herself blind at my parting: Nay, I'll show you Thu. And how quote you my foly? the manner of it: This shoe is my father ;-no, this left shoe is my father ;--no, no, this left shoe is my

Val. I quote it in your jerkin.

Thu. My jerkin is a doublet. mother, nay, that cannot be so neither ;- yes, it is Val. Well, then, I'll dout'e your folly. so, it is so: it hath the worser sole: this shoe, with The. How ? 'he hole in it, is my mother, and this my father : a Sil. What, angry, sir Thurio? do you change sengeance on't! there 'tis: now, sir, this staff is my colour ? sister; for, look you, she is as white as a lily, and as Val, Give him leave, madam; he is a kind of emall as a wand: this hat is Nan, our maid; I am cameleon. Ise dog:-no, the dog is himself, and I am the

Thu. That hath more mind to feed on your blood, dog.-0, the dog is me, and I am myself; ay, so, than live in your air. (1) Kindred. (2) Crazy, distracted.

(3) Serious. (4) Perhaps. (5) Obscrve.

seech you,

Val. You have said, sir.

Si. Belike, that now she hath ensrarchis'd Thu. Ay, sir, and done too, for this time.

them Val. I know it well, sir ; you always end ere you Upon some other pawn for feally. begin.

Val. Nay, sure, I think, she holds them priso. Sil. A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quick

ners still. ly shot off.

Sil. Nay, then he should be blind ; and, being Vul. 'Tis indeed, madam ; we thank the blind, giver.

How could he see his way to seek out you? Sil. Who is that, servant ?

Val. Why, lady, love hath twenty pair of eyes. Val. Yourself, sweet lady; for you gave the fire: Thu. They say, that love hath not an eye at all. Sir Thurio borrows his wit from your ladyship’s Val. To see such lovers, Thurio, as yourself; ooks, and spends what he borrows, kindly in your Upon a homely object love can wink. company, Thu. "Sir, if you spend word for word with me,

Enter Proteus. I shall make your wit bankrupt.

Val. I know it well, sir: you have an exchequer Sil. Have done, have done ; here comes the of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give gentleman. your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries, Val. Welcome, dear Proteus !--Mistress, I lie. that they live by your bare words.

Sil. No more, gentlemen, no more ; here comes Confirm his welcome with some special favour. my father.

Sil. His worth is warrant for his welcome hither,

If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from. Enter Duke.

Val. Mistress, it is : sweet lady, entertain him

To be my fellow-servant to your ladyship. Duke. Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset. Sil. Too low a mistress for so high a servant. Sir Valentine, your father's in good health:

Pro. Not so, sweet lady ; but too mean a servant What say you to a letter from your friends

To have a look of such a worthy mistress. Of much good news?

Val. Leave off discourse of disability : Val.

My lord, I will be thankful Sweet lady, entertain him for your servant. To any happy messenger from thence.

Pro. My duty will I boast of, nothing else. Duke. Know you Don Antonio, your country. Sil. And duty never yet did want his meed;

man? Val. Ay, my good lord, I know the gentleman, Pro. I'll die on him that says so, but yourself.

Servant, you are welcome to a worthless mistress. To be of worth, and worthy estimation,

Sil. That you are welcome ? And not without desert so well reputed.


No; that you are worthless. Duke. Hath he not a son ? Val. Ay, my good lord; a son, that well de

Enter Servant. The honour and regard of such a father.

Ser. Madam, my lord your father would speak Duke. You know him well ? Val. I knew him as myself; for from our in- Sil. I'll wait upon his pleasure. [Erit Servant. fancy

Come, Sir Thurio, We have convers'd, and spent our hours together: Go with me :-Once more, new servant, welcome And though mysell' have been an idle truant, I'll leave you to confer of home affairs ; Omitting the sweet benefit of time,

When you have done, we look to hear from you. To clothe mine age with angel-like perfection ; Pro. We'll both attend upon your ladyshir. Yet hath Sir Proteus, for that's his name,

(Exeunt Silvia, Thurio, and Speed. Made use and fair advantage of his days:

Val. Now, tell me, how do all from whence you His years but young, but his experience old;

came? His head unmellow'd, but his judginent ripe; Pro. Your friends are well, and have them much And, in a word (for far behind his worth

commended. Come all the praises that I now bestow,)

Val. And how do yours? He is complete in feature, and in mind,


I left them all in health. With all good grace to grace a gentleman. Val. How does your lady ? and how thrives you Duke. Beshrew' me, sir, but, if he make this

love ? good,

Pro. My tales of love were wont to weary you He is as worthy for an empress' love,

I know, you joy not in a love-discourse. As meet to be an emperor's counsellor.

Val. Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now: Well, sir; this gentleman is come to me, I have done penance for contemning love ; With commendation from great potentates; Whose high imperious thoughts have punish'd nur And here he means to spend his time awhile : With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, I think, 'tis no unwelcome news to you.

With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs ; Val.' Should I have wish'd a thing, it had been For, in revenge of my contempt of love,

Love hath chas'd sleep from my enthralled eyes, Duke. Welcome him then according to his And made them watchers of mine own heart's sur worth;

row. Silvia, I speak to you; and you, Sir Thurio :

o, gentle Proteus, love's a mighty lord ; for Valentine, I need 'not citer him to it: And hath so humbled me, as, I consess, I'll send him hither to you presently. (Exil Duke. There is no wo to his correction,

Val. This is the genileman, I told your ladyship, Nor, to his service, no such joy on carth' Had come along with me, but that his mistress

Now, no discourse, except it be of love; Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks.

Now can I break my fast, dine, sup, and sleep, (1) Ill betide.

Upon the very naked name of love."

E (2) Incite.

Pro. Enough; I read vour fortune in your eye


with you.


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