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Retreat: excurfors. Pucelle, Alençon, and Dauphin fly. (To bring this matter to the wished end.
Bed. Now, quiet foul, depart when heaven Thalil

[Drum beats afar off. For I have seen our enemies' overthrow. (please; Hark! by the sound of drum, you may perceive What is the trust or strength of foolish man? Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward. They, that of late were daring with their scoffs, 5

[Here beat an English marcb. Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves. There goes the Talbot, with his colours (pread;

(Dies, and is carried off in his cbair. And all the troops of English after him. An alarum. Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and the ret.

(French, marcb. Tal. Loft, and recover'd in a day again! Now, in the rereward, comes the duke, and his; This is a double honour, Burgundy :

10 Fortune, in favour, makes him lag behind. Yet, heaven have glory for this victory!

Summon a parley, we will talk with him. Burg. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy

[Trumpets found a parley. Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erects

Enter the Duke of Burgundy, marcbing. Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument. [now? Dau. A parley with the duke of Burgundy.

Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle 15 Burg. Who craves a parley with the Burgundy? I think her old familiar is asleep: [gleeks Pucel. The princely Charles of France, thy counNow where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his


[marching hence. What, all a-mort? Roan hangs her head for grief, Burg. What say'st thou, Charles ? for I am That such a valiant company are fied.

Dau. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with Now will we take some order in the town,

thy words.

[France! Placing therein some expert officers;

Pucel. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of And then depart to Paris, to the king ;

Stay, let thy humble hand-maid speak to thee. For there young Henry, with his nobles, lies.

Burg. Speak on; but be not over-tedious. Burg. What wills lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy. Pucel. Look on thy country, look on fertile

Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget 25 And see the cities and the towns defac'd (France, The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd,

By wasting ruin of the cruel foc! But see his exequies fulfillid in Roan :

As looks the mother on her lowly babe, A braver soldier never couched lance,

When death doth close his tender dying eyes, A gentler heart did never sway in court:

See, see, the pining malady of France;
But kings, and mightiest potentates, must die; 30 Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,
For that's the end of human misery. (Excunt. Which thou thyself haft given her woeful breast !

Oh, turn thy edged sword another way;
The same. The Plain near tbe City.

Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help! Enter the Daupbin, Bastard, Alençon, and Joan la One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's bofom, Pucelle.

35 Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign Pucel. Dismay not, princes, at this accident, Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears, (gore; Nor grieve that Roan is so recovered :

And wash away thy country's stained spots! Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,

Burg. Either she hath bewitch'd me with her For things that are not to be remedy’d.

Or nature makes me suddenly relent. [words, Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while,

40 Pucel. Beides, all French and France exclaims And like a peacock sweep along his tail;

Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny. (on thee, We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train, Whom join'lt thou with, but with a lordly nation, If Dauphin, and the rest, will be but rul'd.

That will not trust thee, but for profit's fake? Dau. We have been guided by thee hitherto, When Talbot hath set footing once in France, And of thy cunning had no diffidence;

45 And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill, One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.

Who then, but English Henry, will be lord,
Baft. Search out thy wit for secret policies, And thou be thrust out, like a fugitive?
And we will inake thee famous through the world. Call we to mind, and mark but this, for proof;

Alen. We'll set thy ftatue in some holy place, Was not the duke of Orleans thy foe ?
And have thee reverenc'd like a blessed saint; 50 And was he not in England prisoner?
Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good. But, when they heard he was thine enemy,
Pucel. Then thus it must be; this doch Joan They set him free, without his ransom paid,

In spite of Burgundy, and all his friends.
By fair persuasions, mix'd with sugar'd words, See then! thou fight'st against thy countrymen,
We will entice the duke of Burgundy

155 And join'st with them will be thy Naughter-men. To leave the Talbot, and to follow us.

Come, come, return; return, thou wand'ring lord; Dau. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, Charles, and the rest, will take thee in their arms. France were no place for Henry's warriors;

Burg. I am vanquish'd; these hauglity words of Nor should that nation boast it so with us,

Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-Thot, [hers But be extirped' from our provinces. [France, 60 And made me almoft yield upon my knees.

Alen. For ever thould they be expuls'd ? from Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen ! And not have title of an earldom here, [work, And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace :

Pucel. Your honours Thall perceive how I will! My forces and my power of men are yours;

To extirp is to root out.

2 1. e. expelled.


So, farewel, Talbot ; I'll no longer trust thee. I do remember how my father said,
Pucel. Done like a Frenchman; turn, and turn A stouter champion never handled sword.

[us fresh.

Long since we were resolved of your truth, Dau. Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes Your faithful service, and your toil in war; Baft. And doth beget new courage in our breasts. 5 Yet never have you tafted our reward,

Alen. Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this, Or been reguerdon'd 2 with so much as thanks, And doth deserve a coronet of gold. (powers; Because 'till now we never saw your face :

Day. Now let us on, my lords, and join our Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts, And seek how we may prejudice the foe. (Exeunt. We here create you earl of Shrewsbury; S CE N E IV.

10 And in our coronation take your place. Paris. An Apartment in :be Palace.

[Exeunt King, Glo. Tal.

Ver. Now, sir, to you, that were so hor at sea, Enter King Henry, Glofter, Vernon, Baffet, Co. Td Disgracing of these colours ; that I wear bem Talber, with Soldiers.

In honour of my noble lord of York, Tol, My gracious prince, and honourable 15Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st? Hearing of your arrival in this realm, (pears,– Bas. Yes, fir; as well as you dare patronage I have a while given truce unto my wars, The envious barking of your faucy tongue To do my duty to my sovereign :

Against my lord, the duke of Somerset. In fign whereof, this arm-that hath reclaim'd Vir. Şirrah, thy lord I honour as he is. To your obedience fifty fortresses,

Bas. Why, what is he? as good a man as York, Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of strength, Ver. Hark ye; not fo: in witness, take ye that. Befide five hundred prisoners of esteem,

[Strikes bim. Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet; Baf. Villain, thou know'st, the law of arms And, with submissive loyalty of heart,

is such, Ascribes the glory of his conquest got,

25 That, who so draws a sword 4, 'tis present death; First to my God, and next unto your grace. Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood.

K. Henry. Is this the lord Talbot, uncle Gloster, But I'll unto his majesty, and crave That hath so long been resident in France ? I may have liberty to venge this wrong ;

Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege. When thou shalt see, I'll meet thee to thy cost. K. Henry. Welcome, brave captain, and victo-30 Ver. Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you; rious lord!

And, after, meet you sooner than you would. When I was young, (as yet I am not old)




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Tal. Shame to the duke of Burgundy, and thee!
Paris. A Room of State.

I vow'sl, bare knight, when I did meet thee next,

To tear the garter from thy craven's leg, Exter King Henry, Glofter, Wincbefter, York, Suffolk, 40

[plucking it off. Somerset, Warwick, Talbot, Exeter, and Governor (Which I have done) because unworthily of Paris.

Thou wast installed in that high degree.

Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest :
Wir. God save king Henry, of that name This daftard, at the battle of Pataie ,
the sixth !

145 When but in all I was fix thousand strong, Gl. Now, governor of Paris, take your oath, And that the French were almost ten to one, That you elect no other king but him :

Before we met, or that a stroke was given, Efteem none friends, but such as are his friends; Like to a trusty squire, did run away ; And none your foes, but such as Mall pretends In which assault we lost twelve hundred men; Malicious practices againīt his ftate:

50 Myself, and divers gentlemen beside, This Mall ye do, so help you righteous God! Were there surpriz'd, and taken prisoners. Enter Sir Jobn Fastelfe.

Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss ; Faft. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Or whether that such cowards ought to wear To halte unto your coronation,

(Calais, This ornament of knighthoud, yea, or oo. A letter was deliver'd to my hands,

55) Glo. To say the truth, this fact was infamous, Writ to your grace from the duke of Burgundy. And ill beseeming any common man;

Dr. Johnson on this passage observes, that the inconftancy of the French was always the subject of satire; and adds, that he has read a differtation written to prove that the index of the wind upon our steepies was made in form of a cock, to ridicule the French for their frequent changes. ? i.e. rea. warded. 3. This was the badge of a rose, and not an officer's scarf. 4 i.e. in the court, or in the presence-chamber. Sie. design, or intend. o Poi@tiers has been used by some of the editors; but this gross blunder must be probably imputed to the players or transcribers; for the battle of Poictiers was fought in the year 1357, the 31st of king Edward III. and the scene now lies in the 7th year of the reign of king Henry VI. viz. 1428. The action of which Shakspeare is now speaking, happened (according to Holinshed)“ neere unto a village in Beaufle called Pataie,” which we should read instead of Poitiers. “ From this battell (adds the same historian) departed without anie stroke striken, Sir John Faffelje, the same yeere by his valiantnesse elected into the order of the garter. But for doubt of mildcaling at this brunt, the duke of Bedford cooke from him the image of St. George and his garter, &c."


Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader. And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom?

Tal. When first this order was ordain’d, my lords, Ver. With him, my lord; for he hath done Knights of the garter were of noble birth;

me wrong: Valiant, and virtuous, full of haughty' courage, Bas. And I with him; for he hath done me wrong. Such as were grown to credit by the wars; 5 K. Henry. What is that wrong whercot you Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress,

both complain? But always resolute in most extremes.

First let me know, and then I'll answer you. He then, that is not furnished in this fort,

Baf. Crossing the sea from England into France, Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,

This fellow here, with envious carping tongue, Profaning this most honourable order;

10 Upbraided me about the rose I wear; And should (if I were worthy to be judge) Saying, the fanguine colour of the leaves Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born (wain Did represent my master's blushing cheeks, That doth presume to boast of gentle blood. When stubbornly he did repugn 3 the truth, K. Henry. Stain to thy countrymen! thou hear's About a certain question in the law, thy doom :

15 Argu'd betwixt the duke of York and him; Be packing therefore, thou that wast a knight; With other vile and ignominious terms: Henceforth we banish thce, on pain of death.-- In confutation of which rude reproach,

[Exit Foftulfe. And in defence of my lord's worthiness, And now, my lord protector, view the letter I crave the benefit of law of arms. Sent from our uncle duke of Burgundy.

Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord ; Glo. What means his grace, that he hath changd For though he seem, with forged quaint conceit, his stile?

To set a gloss upon his bold intent, No more, but plain and bluntly,—To the king ? Yet know, my lord, I was provok'd by him;

[Rouding: And he first took exceptions at this badge, Hath he forgot, he is his sovereign?

25 Pronouncing--that the paleness of this flower Or doth this churlish superscription

Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart. Pretend 2 fome alteration in good will ?

York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left? What's here? --I kave, ugen efpecial causig--[Reads. Sm. Your private grudge, my lord of York, will Mou'd with compl) on of my country's wreck,

Though ne'er fo cunningly you smother it. [out, Together with tbe piriful címlaints

130 K. Henry. Good Lord! what madness rules in Of such as your oppretjin fuids upon,-

brain-fick men; Fcrsaken your pernicious fuftiori,

When, for so night and frivolous a cause,
Ard join'd with Charles, the rightful king of France. Such factious emulations shall arise !
O monstrous treachery.! Can this be fo ;

Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
That in alliance, amity, and oaths,

35 Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace. There Niould be found such salle dissembling suile? Mrk. Let this diffention first be try'd by fight, K. Henry. What! doth my uncle Burgundy And then your highness thall command a peace. rcvolt?

Sem. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone; Gls. He doth, my lord; and is become your foc. Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then. K. Herry. Is that the worst, this letter doth 4 Yirk. There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset. contain?

Vir. Nay, let it rest where it began at firit.
Glo. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes. Baf. Confirm it fo, mine honourable lurd!
K. Henry. Why then, lord Talbot there thall Glo. Confirin it fo? Cunfounded be your strife!
talk with him,

And perish ye, with your audacious prate!
And give him chartisement for this abuse:- 165 Presumptuous vaffals! are you not ashamid,
My lord, how say you are you not content? With this immodeft clamorous outrage
Tal. Content, my liege? Yes; but that I am To trouble and disturb the king and us? -

And you, my lords,-methinks, you do not well,
I should have beg:'d I might have been employ'd. To bear with their perverse objections ;
K. Hiring. Then gather Arength, and march 5 Much less, to take occasion from their mouths
unto him straight :

To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves;
Let him perceive, how ill we brook his treafun; Let me persuade you take a better course.
And what offence it is, to fout his friends.

Exe. It grieves his highness; Good my lords, Tal. I go, my lord; in heart defiring still,

be friends.

(batants : You may behold confusion of your foes. [Exit Tal. 55 K. Hen. Come hither, you that would be comEnter Virruti, ai i Blit.

Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour, Ver. Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign! Quite to forget this quarrel, and the cause.Baf. And me, my lord, grant me the combat too! And you, my lords-remember where we are ; York. This is my fervant; Hear him, noble prince! In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation: Sem. And this is mine; Sweet Henry, favour him!|6o if they perceive diffention in our looks, K. Hénry. Be patient, lords, and give them leave And that within ourselves we disagree, to speak.

How will their grudging stomachs be provok'd Say, gentlemen, What makes you thus exclaim ? To wilful disobedience, and rebel?

ii. c. high.

2 To preterd foems to be here used in its Latin fense, i. e. to hold cuts

3 i.e. refift.


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Belide, What infamy will there arise,

Enter General aloft. When foreign princes thall be certify’d,

English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth, That, for a toy, a thing of no regard,

Servant in arms to Harry king of England; King Henry's peers, and chief nobility,

And thus he would, Open your city gates, Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France ? s Be humbled to us; call my sovereign yours, O, think upon the conquest of my father,

And do him homage as obedient subjects, My tender years; and let us not forego

And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power : That for a trifle, which was bought with blood! But, if you frown upon this proffer'd peace, Let me be umpire in this doubtful ftrife.

You tempt the fury of my three attendants, I see no reason, if I wear this rose,

10 Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire;

[Putting on a red rose. Who, in a moment, even with the earth That any one should therefore be suspicious Stall lay your stately and air-braving towers, I more incline to Somerset, than York:

If you forsake the offer of their love. Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both : Gen. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death, As well they may upbraid me with my crown, 15

Our nation's terror, and their bloody scourge! Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd. The period of thy tyranny approacheth. But your discretions better can persuade,

On us thou canst not enter, but by death; Than I am able to instruct or teach :

For, I protest, we are well fortify'd, And therefore, as we hither came in peace,

And strong enough to issue out and fight : So let us still continue peace and love.

20 If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed, Cousin of York, we institute your grace

Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee: To be our regent in these parts of France :

On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd, And, good my lord of Somerset, unite

To wall thee from the liberty of flight; Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot ;- And no way canst thou turn thee for redress, And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors, 25 But death doth front thee with apparent spoil, Go chearfully together, and digest

And pale destruction meets thee in the face. Your angry choler on your enemies.

Ten thousand French have ta’en the facrament, Ourself, my lord protector, and the rest,

To rive 2 their dangerous artillery After some respite, will return to Calais;

Upon no christian loul but English Talbot. From thence to England; where I hope ere long 30 Lo! there thou stand 'st, a breathing valiant man, To be presented, by your victories,

Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit: With Charles, Alençon, and that traitorous rout. This is the latest glory of thy praise,

[Flourish. Exeunt. That I, thy enemy, due 3 thee withal; Manent York, Warwick, Exeter, and Vernon. For ere the glass, that now begins to run, War. My lord of York, I promise you, the king 35 Finish the process of his fandy hour, Prettily, methoughit, did play the orator.

These eyes, that see thee now well coloured, York. And so he did; but yet I like it not, Shall see thee wither’d, bloody, pale, and dead. In that he wears the badge of Somerset.

[Drum afar 01 War. Tush! that was but his fancy, blame Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell, him not ;

40 Sings heavy mufic to thy timorous soul; I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm. And mine thall ring thy dire departure out. York. And, if I wist', he did-But let it rest;

[Exit from tbe walls. Other affairs must now be managed. [Exeunt.

Tal. He fables not, I hear the enemy ;-
Manent Exeter.

Out, some light horfemen, and peruse their wings. Exe. Well didit thou, Richard, to suppress 450, negligent and heedless discipline! thy voice:

How are we park'd, and bounded in a pale; For, had the passions of thy heart burst out, A little herd of England's timorous deer, I fear, we should have seen decypher'd there Maz'd with a yelping kennel of French curs ! More rancorous spight, more furious raging broils, If we be English deer, be then in blood : Than yet can be imagin’d or suppos’d.

50 Not rascal 4 like, to fall down with a pinch; But howsoe'er, no fimple man that sees

But rather moody mad, and desperate Itags, This jarring discord of nobility,

Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel, This should'ring of each other in the court, And make the cowards stand aloof at bay: This factious bandying of their favourites,

Sell every man his life as dear as mine, But that he doth presage some ill event.

55 And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends. 'Tis much, when scepters are in children's hands; God, and saint George! Talbot, and England's But more, when envy breeds unkind division;

right! There comes the ruin, there begins confusion. [Exit. Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight! [Excunt. S CE NE II.


160 Before tbe walls of Bourdeaux.

Another part of France. Enter Talbot, witb trumpets and drum. Enter a Messenger meeting York, who enters with a Tal. Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter,

trumpet, and many soldiers. Summon their general unto the wall. [Sounds. York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again, Ti.e. if I knew. 2 in c. to direct, 3 To due is to endue, to deck, to grace.

4 A rascal deer means a lean poor deer, QO




you sent?


That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin?


IV. Mf. They are return'd, my lord; and give

Anctber part of France. it out,

Enter Somerset, with his Army. That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power,

Sim. It is too late : I cannot send them now: To fight with Talbot: As he march'd along,

5 This expedition was by York and Talbot By your espials were discovered

Too rashly plotted; all our general force Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led;

Might with the sally of the very town
Which join'd with him, and made their march for

Be buckled with: the over-daring Talbot

Hath sullied all his glors of former honour
York. A plague upon that villain Somerset;

By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure : That thus delays my promised supply

York set him on to fight, and die in Thame, Of horsemen, that were levied for this fiege!

That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name. Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid;

Capi. Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me And I am lowted by a traitor villain,

Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for aid. And cannot help the noble chevalier :


Enter Sir William Lucy. God comfort him in this necessity !

Som. How now, Sir William ? whither were If he miscarry, farewel wars in France. Enter Sir William Lucy.

Lucy. Whither, my lord ? from bought and fold Lucy. Thou princely leader of our English strength, 20

lord Talbot ; Never so needful on the earth of France,

Who, ring'd ahout2 with bold adverfity, Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot ;

Cries out for noble York and Somerset, Who now is girdled with a waist of iron,

To beat affailing death from his weak legions. And hemm'd about with grim destruction :

And whiles the honourable captain there To Bourdeaux, warlike duke ! to Bourdeaux, York ! 25 Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs, Else, farewel Talbot, France, and England's ho

And, in advantage ling'ring , looks for rescue,

You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour, York, O God! that Somerset-who in proud

Keep off aloof with worthless emulation 4,

Let not your private discord keep away
Doth stop my cornets-were in Talbot's place ! 139 The levied ruccours that Mall lend him aid,
So should we save a valiant gentleman,

While he, renowned noble gentleman,
By forfeiting a traitor, and a coward.

Yields up his life unto a world of odds : Mad ire, and wrathful fury, makes me weep, Orleans the Bastard, Charles, and Burgundy, That thus we die, while remiss traitors Neep. Lucy. O, send some succour to the distress’d lord ! 35 And Talbot perisheth by your default. [him aid.

Alençon, Reignier, compass him about, York. He dies, we lose; I break my warlike

Som. York set him on, York should have sent word :

Lucy. And York as fast upon your grace exclaims; We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get;

Swearing, that you withhold his levied hoft, All’long of this vile traitor Somerset.

Collected for this expedition. (the horfe; Lucy. Then, God take mercy on brave Talbot's[40

Som. York lies; he might have sent, and had soul!

[lince, I owe him little duty, and less love; And on his fon young John; whom, two hours

And take foul scorn, to fawn on him by sending, I met in travel towards his warlike father!

Lucy. The fraud of England, not the force of This seven years did not Talbot see his son ;

France, And now they meet where both their lives are done. 45 Hath now entrapt the noble-minded Talbot. York. Alas! what joy shall noble Talbot have,

Never to England thall he bear his life ; To bid his young son welcome to his grave?

But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife.[ftraight: Away! vexation almost stops my breath,

Scm. Come, gu; I will dispatch the horsemen That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.

Within fix hours they will be at his aid. Lucy, farewel: no more my fortune can,

50 Lucy. Too late comes rescue; he is ta'en, or Nain: But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.

For fiy he could not, if he would have Aed; Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,

And fly would Talbot never, though he might. 'Long all of Somerset, and his delay.

Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot then adieu ! Lucy. Thus, while the vulture of sedition

Lucy. His fame lives in the world, his shame in Feeds in the bofom of such great commanders, 55


[Exca. Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss

The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror,
That ever-living man of memory,

A Field of Battle near Bourdcaux.
Henry the fifth :-Whiles they each other cross,

Enter Taibor, and bis Son. Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to loss.


Tal. O young John Talbot! I did send for thee,

[Exit. To tutor thee in Itratagems of war; 1 i.e. I am let down, I am lowered. 2 j.e. environed, encircled. 3 i. e. protracting his resistance by the advantage of a strong post. 4 In this line emulation Signifies merely rivalry, not struggle for fuperior excellence.


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