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ACT I.

SCENE I-London. The Parliament House. Drums. Some soldiers of York's party break in. Then, enter the Duke of York, Edward, Richard, Norfolk, Montague, Warwick, and others, with white roses in their hats.

Warwick.

I WONDER, how the king escap'd our hands. York. While we pursu'd the horsemen of the north,

He slily stole away, and left his men : Whereat the great lord of Northumberland, Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, 'Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself, 'Lord Clifford, and lord Stafford, all a-breast, 'Charg'd our main battle's front, and, breaking in, Were by the swords of common soldiers slain. Edw. Lord Stafford's father, duke of Buckingham, Is either slain, or wounded dangerous: I cleft his beaver with a downright blow; "That this is true, father, behold his blood. [Showing his bloody sword. Mont. And, brother, here's the earl of Wiltshire's blood, [To York, showing his. Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd. Rich. Speak thou for me, and tell them what I did. [Throwing down the duke of Somerset's head. *York. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my

sons.

What, is your grace dead, my lord of Somerset ?
Norf. Such hope have all the line of John of
Gaunt!
Rich. Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's
head.

Sir John Mortimer, uncles to the duke of York. Sir Hugh Mortimer, Henry, earl of Richmond, a youth. Lord Rivers, brother to Lady Grey. Sir William Stanley. Sir John Montgomery. Sir John Somerville. Tutor to Rutland. Mayor of York. Lieutenant of the Tower. A Nobleman. Two Keepers. A Huntsman. A Son that has killed his father. A Father that has killed his son.

Queen Margaret.

Lady Grey, afterwards queen to Edward IV. Bona, sister to the French queen.

Soldiers, and other attendants on King Henry and King Edward, Messengers, Watchmen, &c.

Scene, during part of the third act, in France, during all the rest of the play, in England.

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War. And so do I.-Victorious prince of York, Before I see thee seated in that throne Which now the house of Lancaster usurps, vow by heaven, these eyes shall never close. This is the palace of the fearful king, And this the regal seat: possess it, York: For this is thine, and not king Henry's heirs'. York. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will; For hither we have broken in by force. Norf. We'll all assist you; he, that flies, shall die. York. Thanks, gentle Norfolk.-Stay by me, my lords;

And, soldiers, stay, and lodge by me this night. War. And, when the king comes, offer him no violence,

Unless he seek to thrust you out by force.
[They retire.
*York. The queen, this day, here holds her
parliament,

But little thinks we shall be of her council:
By words, or blows, here let us win our right.
Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this
house.

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War. The bloody parliament shall this Unless Plantagenet, duke of York, be king; And bashful Henry depos'd, whose cowardice Hath made us by-words to our enemies.

York. Then leave me not, my lords; be resolute; I mean to take possession of my right.

War. Neither the king, nor he that loves him best, The proudest he that holds up Lancaster, Dares stir a wing, if Warwick shake his bells,

(1) Hawks had sometimes little bells hung on them, perhaps to dare the birds; that is, to fright them from rising.

I'll plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares :Resolve thee, Richard; claim the English crown. [Warwick leads York to the throne, who seats himself.

York. Will you, we show our title to the crown?
If not, our swords shall plead it in the field.
K. Hen. What title hast thou, traitor, to the
crown?

Flourish.

red roses in their hats.

Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northum-Thy father was, as thou art, duke of York; berland, Westmoreland, Exeter, and others, with Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, earl of March: I am the son of Henry the Fifth, Who made the dauphin and the French to stoop, And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces. War. Talk not of France, sith' thou hast lost it all. K. Hen. The lord protector lost it, and not I; When I was crown'd, I was but nine months old. Rich. You are old enough now, and yet, methinks you lose :

K. Hen. My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits,
Even in the chair of state! belike, he means
(Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer,)
To aspire unto the crown, and reign as king.-
Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father;-
And thine, lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd

revenge

On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends.
'North. If I be not, heavens, be reveng'd on me!
Clif. The hope thereof makes Clifford mourn in

steel.

West. What, shall we suffer this? let's pluck him down:

My heart for anger burns, I cannot brook it.
K Hen. Be patient, gentle earl of Westmoreland.
Clif. Patience is for poltroons, and such as he;
He durst not sit there had your father liv'd.
My gracious lord, here in the parliament
Let us assail the family of York.

North. Well hast thou spoken, cousin; be it so.
K. Hen. Ah, know you not, the city favours them,
And they have troops of soldiers at their beck?
Exe. But when the duke is slain, they'll quickly fly.
K. Hen. Far be the thought of this from Henry'
heart,

To make a shambles of the parliament-house!
Cousin of Exeter, frowns, words, and threats,
Shall be the war that Henry means to use.—
[They advance to the Duke.
Thou factious duke of York, descend my throne,
And kneel for grace and mercy at my feet;
I am thy sovereign.
York.
Thou art deceiv'd, I am thine.
Exe. For shame, come down; he made thee duke
of York.

York. 'Twas my inheritance, as the earldom was.
Exe. Thy father was a traitor to the crown.
War. Exeter, thou art a traitor to the crown,
In following this usurping Henry.

Clif. Whom should he follow, but his natural
king?
War. True, Clifford; and that's Richard, duke
of York.

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K. Hen. And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne?

'York. It must and shall be so. Content thyself. War. Be duke of Lancaster, let him be king. West. He is both king and duke of Lancaster: And that the lord of Westmoreland shall maintain.

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Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head.
Edw. Sweet father, do so; set it on your head.
Mont. Good brother, [To York.] as thou lov'st
and honour'st arms,

Let's fight it out, and not stand cavilling thus.
Rich. Sound drums and trumpets, and the king
will fly.
York. Sons, peace!

K. Hen. Peace thou! and give king Henry leave to speak.

War. Plantagenet shall beak first :-hear him,
lords;

And be you silent and attentive too,
For he, that interrupts him, shall not live.
'K. Hen. Think'st thou, that I will leave my
kingly throne,

Wherein my grandsire, and my father, sat?
No: first shall war unpeople this my realm;

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Ay, and their colours-often borne in France;
And now in England, to our heart's great sorrow,
Shall be my winding sheet.-Why faint you, lords?
'My title's good, and better far than his.

War. But prove it, Henry, and thou shalt be king.
K. Hen. Henry the Fourth by conquest got the

crown.

York. 'Twas by rebellion against his king.
K. Hen. I know not what to say; my title's weak.
Tell me, may not a king adopt an heir?
York. What then?

'K. Hen. An if he may, then am I lawful king:
For Richard, in the view of many lords,
Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth;
Whose heir my father was, and I am his.

York. He rose against him, being his sovereign,
And made him to resign his crown perforce.

War. Suppose, my lords, he did it unconstrain'd,
Think you, 'twere prejudicial to his crown ?2

Exe. No; for he could not so resign his crown,
But that the next heir should succeed and reign.
K. Hen. Art thou against us, duke of Exeter?
Exe. His is the right, and therefore pardon me.
* York. Why whisper you, my lords, and answer

not?

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'K. Hen. O Clifford, how thy words revive my
heart!

York. Henry of Lancaster, resign thy crown :-
What mutter you, or what conspire you, lords?
War. Do right unto this princely duke of York;
Or I will fill the house with armed men,
And, o'er the chair of state, where now he sits,
Write up his title with usurping blood.

[He stamps, and the soldiers show themselves. 'K. Hen. My lord of Warwick, hear me but one word;

'Let me, for this my life-time, reign as king.

York. Confirm the crown to me, and to mine heirs, And thou shalt reign in quiet whilst thou liv'st.

K. Hen. I am content: Richard Plantagenet,
Enjoy the kingdom after my decease.

Clif. What wrong is this unto the prince your son?
War. What good is this to England, and himself?*
West. Base, fearful, and despairing Henry!
'Clif. How hast thou injured both thyself and us!
West. I cannot stay to hear these articles.
North. Nor I.

Clif. Come, cousin, let us tell the queen these

news.

*West. Farewell, faint-hearted and degenerate
king,

* In whose cold blood no spark of honour 'bides.
North. Be thou a prey unto the house of York,
And die in bands for this unmanly deed!
Clif. In dreadful war may'st thou be overcome!
Or live in peace, abandon'd, and despis'd!
[Exeunt North. Cliff. and West.
* War. Turn this way, Henry, and regard them

not.

Exe. They seek revenge, and therefore will not
yield.

K. Hen. Ah, Exeter!
War.

Why should you sigh, my lord?
K. Hen. Not for myself, lord Warwick, but my

son,

Whom I unnaturally shall disinherit.
But, be it as it may :-I here entail

The crown to thee, and to thine heirs for ever;
Conditionally, that here thou take an oath
To cease this civil war, and, whilst I live,
To honour me as thy king and sovereign;
* And neither by treason, nor hostility,
*To seek to put me down, and reign thyself.
York. This oath I willingly take, and will per-
form.
[Coming from the throne.
War. Long live king Henry !-Plantagenet, em-

brace him.
'K. Hen. And long live thou, and these thy for-
ward sons!

York. Now York and Lancaster are reconcil'd.
Exe. Accurs'd be he, that seeks to make them
foes! [Senet. The lords come forward.
York. Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my

castle.

War. And I'll keep London, with my soldiers.
Norf. And I to Norfolk, with my followers.
Mont. And I unto the sea, from whence I came.
[Exeunt York, and his Sons, Warwick, Norfolk,
Montague, Soldiers, and Attendants.
*K. Hen. And I, with grief and sorrow, to the

court.

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Q. Mar. Nay, go not from me, I will follow thee.

K. Hen. Be patient, gentle queen, and I will stay

'Q. Mar. Who can be patient in such extremes? * Ah, wretched man! would I had died a maid, *And never seen thee, never borne thee son, *Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural a father! Hath he deserv'd to lose his birthright thus? * Hadst thou but lov'd him half so well as I; *Or felt that pain which I did for him once; *Or nourish'd him, as I did with my blood; Thou wouldst have left thy dearest heart-blood there,

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Rather than made that savage duke thine heir, *And disinherited thine only son.

*Prince. Father, you cannot disinherit me:
If you be king, why should not i succeed?
*K. Hen. Pardon me, Margaret ;--pardon me,
sweet son;-

*The earl of Warwick, and the duke, enforc'd

I shame to hear thee speak. Ah, timorous wretch!
Thou hast undone thyself, thy son, and me;
And given unto the house of York such head,
As thou shalt reign but by their sufferance.
*To entail him and his heirs unto the crown,
* What is it, but to make thy sepulchre,
*And creep into it far before thy time?
* Warwick is chancellor, and the lord of Calais;
Stern Faulconbridge commands the narrow seas;
The duke is made protector of the realm;
And yet shalt thou be safe? * such safety finds
*The trembling lamb, environed with wolves.

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*Q. Mar. Enforc'd thee! art thou king, and wilt be forc'd?

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The soldiers should have toss'd me on their pikes,
'Before I would have granted to that act.
*But thou preferr'st thy life before thine honour :
And seeing thou dost, I here divorce myself,
Both from thy table, Henry, and thy bed,
Until that act of parliament be repeal'd,
Whereby my son is disinherited.

The northern lords, that have forsworn thy colours,
Will follow mine, if once they see them spread :
And spread they shall be; to thy foul disgrace,'
And utter ruin of the house of York.
Thus do I leave thee:-Come, son, let's away;
Our army's ready; come, we'll after them.
K. Hen. Stay, gentle Margaret, and hear me
speak.

Q. Mar. Thou hast spoke too much already; get
thee gone.
K. Hen. Gentle son Edward, thou wilt stay with
me?

Enter Queen Margaret and the Prince of Wales.
Exe. Here comes the queen, whose looks bewray!*

her anger;
I'll steal away.
K. Hen.

I'll see your grace: till then, I'll follow her.
Q. Mar. Come, son, away; we may not linger
thus. [Exe. Queen Mar, and the Prince.
'K. Hen. Poor queen! how love to me, and to

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Q. Mur. Ay, to be murder'd by his enemies. Prince. When I return with victory from the field,

her son,

Hath made her break out into terms of rage!. Reveng'd may she be on that hateful duke; Will cost my crown, and, like an empty eagle, *Whose haughty spirit, winged with desire, Tire on the flesh of me, and of my son! *The loss of those three lords torments my heart: *I'll write unto them, and entreat them fair;Come, cousin, you shall be the messenger. *Exe. And I, I hope, shall reconcile them all. [Exeunt.

X

SCENE 11-A room in Sandal Castle, near Wakefield, in Yorkshire. Enter Edward, Richard, and Montague.

Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me ;My brother Montague shall post to London : *Let noble Warwick, Cobham, and the rest, *Whom we have left protectors of the king,

• Rich. Brother, though I be youngest, give me With powerful policy strengthen themselves, *And trust not simple Henry, nor his oaths.

leave.

Edw. No, I can better play the orator.
Mont. But I have reasons strong and forcible.
Enter York.

*Mont. Brother, I go; I'll win them, fear it not: * And thus most humbly I do take my leave. [Ex.

'York. Why, how now, sons and brother, at a strife?

'What is your quarrel? how began it first? Edw. No quarrel, but a slight contention. York. About what?

'Rich. About that which concerns your grace, and us;

The crown of England, father, which is yours.

York. Mine, boy? not till king Henry be dead. *Rich. Your right depends not on his life, or death.

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*Edw. Now you are heir, therefore enjoy it now: *By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe, *It will outrun you, father, in the end.

York. I took an oath, that he should quietly

reign.

Edw. But, for a kingdom, any oath may be broken:

I'd break a thousand oaths, to reign one year. 'Rich. No; God forbid, your grace should be forsworn.

York. I shall be, if I claim by open war. Rich. I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak.

• York. Thou canst not, son; it is impossible. Rich An oath is of no moment, being not took 'Before a true and lawful magistrate,

That hath authority over him that swears:

Henry had none, but did usurp the place; Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose, Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous. Therefore, to arms. * And, father, do but think, *How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown; * Within whose circuit is Elysium, *And all that poets feign of bliss and joy. *Why do we linger thus? I cannot rest, *Until the white rose, that I wear, be died Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart. York. Richard, enough; I will be king, or die.

'Brother, thou shalt to London presently,

And whet on Warwick to this enterprise.-
Thou, Richard, shalt unto the duke of Norfolk,
And tell him privily of our intent.-
You, Edward, shall unto my lord Cobham,
With whom the Kentish-men will willingly rise:
In them I trust; for they are soldiers,
'Witty and courteous, liberal, full of spirit.-
While you are thus employ'd, what resteth more,

But that I seek occasion how to rise;
And yet the king not privy to my drift,
Nor any of the house of Lancaster?

Enter a Messenger.

t But, stay What news? Why com'st thou in such post?

• Mess. The queen, with all the northern earls and lords,

Intend here to besiege you in your castle : She is hard by with twenty thousand men; And therefore fortify your hold, my lord. *York. Ay, with my sword. What! think'st thou, that we fear them?

(1) Of sound judgment.

Enter Sir John and Sir Hugh Mortimer.

York. Sir John, and sir Hugh Mortimer, mine uncles!

You are come to Sandal in a happy hour; The army of the queen mean to besiege us. Sir John. She shail not need, we'll meet her in the field.

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Enter Clifford, and Soldiers.

Clif. Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy

life. As for the brat of this accursed duke, Whose father slew my father, he shall die, Tut. And I, my lord, will bear him company. Clif. Soldiers, away with him.

Tut. Ah, Clifford! murder not this innocent child,

Lest thou be hated both of God and man. [Exit, forced off by Soldiers. Clif How now! is he dead already? Or, is it fear, That makes him close his eyes?—I'll open them.

Rut. So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch That trembles under his devouring paws: And so he walks, insulting o'er his prey; And so he comes to rend his limbs asunder.Ah, gentle Clifford, kill me with thy sword, And not with such a cruel threat'ning look. I am too mean a subject for thy wrath, Sweet Clifford, hear me speak before I die ;

Be thou reveng'd on men, and let me live. Clif. In vain thou speak'st, poor boy; my father's blood

Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should

enter.

Rut. Then let my father's blood open it again; He is a man, and, Clifford, cope with him.

Clif. Had I thy brethren here, their lives, and thine,

Were not revenge sufficient for me;
No, if I digg'd up thy forefathers'
graves,
And hung their rotten coffins up in chains,
It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my heart.
The sight any of the house of York
Is as a fury to torment my soul;

And till I root out their accursed line, 'And leave not one alive, I live in hell. Therefore

[Lifting his hand. Rut. O, let me pray before I take my death :To thee I pray; Sweet Clifford, pity me! Clif. Such pity as my rapier's point affords. 'Rut. I never did thee harm; Why wilt thou slay me? Clif. Thy father hath.

So doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons; So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their lives, Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.

York. O, Clifford, but bethink thee once again,
And in thy thought o'er-run my former time:
*And, if thou canst for blushing, view this face;
Rut.
But 'twas ere I was born. || And bite thy tongue, that slanders him with
Thou hast son, for his sake pity me;
Lest, in revenge thereof,-sith1 God is just,-
He be as miserably slain as I.

Ah, let me live in prison all my days;
And when I give occasion of offence,
Then let me die, for new thou hast no cause.
Clif. No cause?

Thy father slew my father; therefore, die.
[Clifford stabs him
Rut. Dii faciant, laudis summa sit ista tuæ !?

[Dies.

Clif. Plantagenet! I come, Plantagenet! And this thy son's blood cleaving to my blade, Shall rust upon my weapon, till thy blood, Congeal'd with this, do make me wipe off both.

[Exit.

SCENE IV.-The same. Alarum. Enter York.

York. The army of the queen hath got the field: My uncles both are slain in rescuing me;

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And all my followers to the eager foe

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Turn back, and fly, like ships before the wind,
Or lambs pursu'd by hunger-starved wolves.

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My sons-God knows, what hath bechanced them:
But this I know, they have demean'd themselves
Like men born to renown, by life, or death.

Three times did Richard make a lane to me;
And thrice cried,-Courage, father! fight it out!
And full as oft came Edward to my side,
With purple falchion, painted to the hilt

In blood of those that had encounter'd him:
And when the hardiest warriors did retire,
◄ Richard cried,—Charge! and give no foot of
ground!

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And cried,-A crown, or else a glorious tomb!
A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre!
With this we charg'd again: but, out, alas!
We bodg'd again; as I have seen a swan
With bootless labour swim against the tide,
And spend her strength with over-matching waves.
[A short alarum within.
Ah, hark! the fatal followers do pursue;
And I am faint, and cannot fly their fury:
And, were I strong, I would not shun their fury
The sands are number'd, that make up my life;
Here must I stay, and here my life must end.
Enter Queen Margaret, Clifford, Northumberland,
and Soldiers.

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Why come you not? what! multitudes, and fear? Clif. So cowards fight, when they can fly no further;

'Come, bloody Clifford,-rough Northumberland,--
'I dare your quenchless fury to more rage;
"I am your butt, and I abide your shot.

North. Yield to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.
Clif Ay, to such mercy, as his ruthless arm,
With downright payment, show'd unto my father.
Now Phaeton hath tumbled from his car,
And made an evening at the noontide prick.4
York. My ashes, as the phoenix, may bring forth
A bird that will revenge upon you all:

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And, in that hope, I throw mine eyes to heaven, Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with.

(1) Since.

(2) Heaven grant this may be your greatest boast. Ovid. Epist.

cowardice,
Whose frown hath made thee faint and fly ere this.
Chf. I will not bandy with thee word for word;
But buckle with thee blows, twice two for one.

[Draws. Q. Mar. Hold, valiant Clifford! for a thousand causes,

I would prolong a while the traitor's life :-
Wrath makes him deaf: speak thou, Northumber

land.

North. Hold, Clifford; do not honour him so
much,

To prick thy finger, though to wound his heart:
What valour were it, when a cur doth grin,
For one to thrust his hand between his teeth,
When he might spurn him with his foot away?
It is war's prize to take all vantages;
And ten to one is no impeach of valour.

[They lay hands on York, who struggles. Clif Ay, ay, so strives the woodcock with the gin. North. So doth the coney struggle in the net. [York is taken prisoner. York. So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd booty;

So true mens yield, with robbers so o'er-match'd. North. What would your grace have done unto him now?

Q. Mar. Brave warriors, Clifford, and Northum. berland,

Come, make him stand upon this mole-hill here;
That raught at mountains with outstretched arms,
What! was it you, that would be England's king?
Yet parted but the shadow with his hand.—
Was't you that revell'd in our parliament,
And made a preachment of your high descent?
Where are your mess of sons to back you now;
The wanton Edward, and the lusty George?
And where's that valiant crook-back prodigy,
Dicky your boy, that, with his grumbling voice,
Was wont to cheer his dad in mutinies?
Or, with the rest, where is your darling Rutland?
Look, York; I stain'd this napkin? with the blood
That valiant Clifford, with his rapier's point,
Made issue from the bosom of the boy:
And, if thine eyes can water for his death,
I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal.
Alas, poor York! but that I hate thee deadly,
I should lament thy miserable state.

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I pr'ythee, grieve, to make me merry, York:
Stamp, rave, and fret, that I may sing and dance.
What, hath thy fiery heart so parch'd thine entrails,
That not a tear can fall for Rutland's death?

Why art thou patient, man? thou should'st be mad;
*And I, to make thee mad, do mock thee thus.
Thou would'st be fee'd, I see, to make me sport;
York cannot speak, unless he wear a crown-
A crown for York; and, lords, bow low to him.--
Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on.-
[Putting a paper crown on his head.

(3) i. e. We boggled, made bad or bungling work of our attempt to rally.

(4) Noontide point on the dial. (5) Honest men, (6) Reached. (7) Handkerchief,

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