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That gives sweet tidings of the sun's uprise? (And do not break into these deep extremes.
With all my heart, I'll send the emperor my hand; Tit. Is not my sorrow deep, having no bottom?
Good Aaron, wilt thou help to chop it off ? Then be my passions bottomless with them,

Luc. Stay, father; for that noble hand of thine, Mar. But yet let reason govern thy lament.
That hath thrown down so many enemies, 5 Tit. If there were reason for these miseries,
Shall not be sent : my hand will serve the turn: Then into limits could I bind my woes :
My youth can better spare my blood than you; When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth
And therefore mine shall save my brothers' lives.

o'erflow? Mar. Which of your hands hath not defended If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, And rear'd aloft the bloody battle-ax, [Rome, 10 Threat’ning the welkin with his big-swoln face? Writing destruction on the enemies' castlei? And wilt thou have a reason for this coil? o, none of both but are of high desert :

I am the sea; hark, how her fighs do blow! My hand hath been but idle ; let it serve

She is the weeping welkin, I the earth : To ransom my two nephews from their death; |Then must my sea be moved with her fighs; Then have I kept it to a worthy end. (along, 15 Then must my earth with her continual tears

Aar. Nay, come, agree, whose hand shall go Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd: For fear they die before their pardon come. For why? my bowels cannot hide her woes, Mar. My hand shall go.

But like a drunkard must I vomit them. Lac. By heaven, it thall not go. [these Then give me leave; for losers will have leave

Tit. Sirs, strive no more; such wither’d herbs as 20 To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues. Are meet for plucking up, and therefore mine.

Enter a Mejjenger, bringing in two beads and a band. Luc, Sweet father, if I Mall be thought thy son, M:: Worthy Andronicus, ill art thou repay'd Let me redeem my brothers both from death. For that good hand, thou sent'st the emperor.

Mar. And, for our father's fake,and mother's care, Here are the heads of thy two noble fons; Now let me shew a brother's love to thee. 25 And here's thy hand, in scorn to thee fent back;

Tit. Agree between you ; I will spare my hand. Thy griefs their sports, thy resolution mock d: Luc. Then I'll go fetch an axe.

That woe is me to think upon thy woes, Mar. But I will use the axe.

More than remembrance of my father's death. [Exeunt Lucius and Marcus.

[Exit. Tir. Come hither, Aaron ; I'll deceive them both; 30 Mar. Now let hot Ætna cool in Sicily, Lend me thy hand, and I will give thee mine. And be my heart an ever-burning hell!

dar. If that be call'd deceit, I will be honest, These miseries are more than may be borne ! And never, whilft I live, deceive men fo:- To weep with the n that weep doth ease some deal, But I'll deceive you in another sort,

But sorrow fouted at is double death. (wound, And that you'll say, ere half an hour pass. [Afade. 35 Luc. Ah, that this light should make so deep á

(He cuts off Titus's band. And yet detefted life not shrink thereat! Enter Lucius and Marcus again.

That ever death should let life bear his name, Tit. Now, ftay your ftrite ; what shall be, is Where life hath no more interest but to breathe! dispatchid.

[Lavinia kifles bim. Good Aaron, give his majesty my hand :

Mar. Alas, poor heart, that kiss is comfortless, Tell him, it was a hand that warded him

As frozen water to a starved snake. [end? From thousand dangers; bid him bury it;

Tit. When will this fearful number have an More hath it merited, that let it have.

Mar. Now, farewel, flattery: Die, Andronicus; As for my fons, say, I account of them

Thou dost not Number : see, thy two sons' heads; As jewels purchas'd at an easy price ;

45 Thy warlike hand; thy mangled daughter here; And yet dear too, because I bought mine own. Thy other banish'd ron, with this dear fight

Aar. I go, Andronicus : and for thy hand, Struck pale and bloodless; and thy brother, I, Look by and by to have thy fons with thee:- Even like a stony image, cold and numb. Their heads, I mean.-0, how this villainy [ Afide. Ah! now no more will I controul thy griefs : Doth fat me with the very thought of it! 50 Rent off thy silver hair, thy other hand Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace, Gnawing with thy teeth; and be this dismal sight Aaron will have his soul black like his face. (Exit. The closing up of your most wretched eyes !

Tit. O hear! I list this one hand up to heaven, Now is a time to storm, why art thou still? And bow this feeble ruin to the earth :

Tit. Ha, ha, ha!

[hour. If any power pities wretched tears,

551 Mar. Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this To that I call. What, wilt thou kneel with me? Tit. Why I have not another tear to thed:

[T. Lavinia.

Betides, this forrow is an enemy, Do then, dear heart; for heaven Mall hear our And would usurp upon my watry eyes, prayers ;

And make them blind with tributary tears ; Or with our fighs we'll breathe the welkin dim, 60 Then which way shall I find revenge's cave? And ftain the fun with fog, as sometime clouds, For these two heads do seem to (peak to me; When they do hug him in their melting bosoms. And threat me, I thall never come to bliss,

Mar. O! brother, speak with possibilities, l'Till all thcse mischiefs be return'd again,


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Even in their throats that have committed them. To bid Æneas tell the tale twice o'er,
Come, let me see what task I have to do. How Troy was burnt, and he made miserable?
You heavy people, circle me about;

O, handle not the theme, to talk of hands;
That I may turn me to each one of you,

Left we remember still, that we have none. And swear unto my soul to right your wrongs. 5 Fye, fye, how frantickly I square my talk ! The vow is made. Come, brother, take a head; As if we Mould forget we had no hands, And in this hand the other will I bear :

If Marcus did not name the word of hands!Lavinia, thou shalt be employed in these things; Come, let's fall to; and, gentle girl, eat this :Bear thou my hand,sweet wench,between thy teeth. Here is no drink! Hark, Marcus, what she says;As for thee, boy, go get thee from my sight; 10 I can interpret all her martyr'd figns;Thou art an exile, and thou must not stay : She says, the drinks no other drink but tears, Hie to the Goths, and raise an army there; Brew'd with her sorrows, mesh'd upon her cheeks:-And, if you love me, as I think you do,

Speechless complainer, I will learn thy thought; Let's kiss and part, for we have much to do. In thy dumb action will I be as perfect,

[Exeunt. 15 As begging hermits in their holy prayers : Manet Lucius,

Thou shalt not sigh, nor hold thy stumps to heaven, Luc. Farewel, Andronicus, my noble father; Nor wink, nor nod, nor kneel, nor make a fign, The woful'st man that ever liv'd in Rome!

But I, of these, will wrest an alphabet, Farewel, proud Rome! 'till Lucius comes again, And, by still practice', learn to know the meaning. He leaves his pledges dearer than his life.

Boy. Good grandfire, leave these bitter deep laFarewel, Lavinia, my noble fister;

ments; O, 'would thou wert as thou 'tofore hast been! Make my aunt merry with some pleasing tale. But now nor Lucius, nor Lavinia lives,

Mar. Alas, the tender boy, in pafsion movid, But in oblivion, and hateful griefs.

Doth weep to see his grandfire's heaviness. If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs;

Tir. Peace, tender sapling; thou art made of tears, And make proud Saturninus and his emperess And tears will quickly melt thy life away. Beg at the gates, like Tarquin and his queen.

[Marcus strikes tbe diso wirb a knifi. Now will I to the Goths, and raise a power, What dost thou strike at, Marcus, with thy knife? To be revengd on Rome and Saturnine.

Mar. At that that I have killid, my lord; a fiy.

[Exit Lucius. 30 Tit. Out on thee, murderer! thou kill'It my heart; SCENE JI.

Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny:

A deed of death, done on the innocent,
An Apartment in Titus's house.

Becomes not Titus' brother; Get thee gone; A banquet. Enter Titus, Marcus, Lavinia, and I ree, thou art not for my company. young Lucius, a boy.

35 Mar. Alas, my lord, I have but kill'd a fly. Tit. So, so; now fit: and look, you eat no more Tit. But how, if that fly had a father and mother? Than will preserve just so much firength in us How would he hang his Nender gilded wings, As will revenge these bitter woes of ours.

And buz lamenting doings in the air? Marcus, unknit that sorrow-wreathen knot; Poor harmless Ay! Thy niece and I, poor creatures, want our hands, 40 That with his pretty buzzing melody, (him And cannot passionate our ten-fold grief

Came here to make us merry; and thou hast kill'd With folded arms. This poor right hand of mine Mar, Pardon me, fir; it was a black ill-faIs left to tyrannize upon my breast;

vour'd fly, And when my heart, all mad with misery, Like to the emperess' Moor; therefore I kill'd him. Beats in this hollow prison of my fieth,


Tit. 0, 0, 0, Then thus I thump it down.

Then pardon me for reprehending thee, Thou map of woe, that thus doft talk in signs ! For thou hast done a charitable deed.

[To Lavinia.

Give me thy knife, I will insult on him; 'When thy poor heart beats with outrageous beating, Flattering myself, as if it were the Moor, Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still. 50 Come hither purposely to poison me.Wound it with lighing, girl, kill it with groans ; There's for thyself, and that's for Tamora. Or get some little knife between thy teeth, Ah, firrah !-yet I think we are not brought so low, And just against thy heart make thou a hole; But that, between us, we can kill a fily,

That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall, That comes in likeness of a coal-black Moor. May run into that sink, and, foaking in, 55 Mar. Alas, poor man! grief has so wrought Drown the lamenting fool in sea-falt tears.

on him, Mar. Fye, brother, fye! teach her not thus to lay He takes false shadows for true substances. Such violent hands upon her tender life.

Tit. Come, take away.-Lavinia, go with me: Tit. How now! has forrow made thee doat) I'll to thy closet; and go read with thee already?

60 Sad stories, chanced in the times of old. Why, Marcus, no man should be mad but I. Come, boy, and go with me; thy sight is young, What violent hands can the lay on her life? And thou shalt read, when mine begins to dazzle. Ah, wherefore dont thou urge the name of hands;


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| Help her: What would the find ? Lavinia, thall Titus's Haulo

I read ?

This is the tragic tale of Philomel, Enter ycurg Lucius, and Lavinia running after bim;

And treats of Tereus' treason, and his rape; and tbe boy fries from ber, witb bis books ander kis 5 And rape, I fear, was root of thine annoy. arm. Exter Titus and Marias.

Mar. See, brother, see; note, how the quotes !

the leaves. vinia

Tit. Lavinia, wer't thou thus surpriz'd, fweet girl, Follows me every where, I know not why:- Ravith'd, and wrong d, as Philomela was, Good uncle Marcus, see how swift the comes! 10 Forc'd in the ruthless, vait, and gloomy woods? Alas! sweet aunt, I know not what you mean. See, see ! Mar, Stand by me, Lucius; do not fear thine Ay, such a place there is, where we did hunt, aunt.

(o, had we never, never, hunted there !) Tit. She loves thee, boy, too well to do thee harm. Pattern'd by that the poet here describes, Bof. Ay, when my father was in Rome, the did. 15 By nature made for murders, and for rapes. Mar. What means my niece Lavinia by these Mar. O, why should nature build so foul a den, figns ?

(mean :- L'nless the gods delight in tragedies! Tit. Fear her not, Lucius:-Somewhat doth the Tit. Give figns, sweet girl, -for here are none See, Lucius, see, how much the makes of thee :

but friends, Somewhither would the have thee go with her. 20 What Roman lord it was durst do the deed: Ah, boy, Cornelia never with more care

Or Dunk not Saturnine, as Tarquin erst, Read to her sons, than the hath read to thee, That left the camp to fin in Lucrece' bed? Sweet poetry, and Tully's oratory.

Mar. Sit down, sweet niece ;-brother, fit down Canft thou not guess wherefore she plies thee thus

by me.
Boso My lord, I know not, I, nor can I guess, 25 Apollo, Pallas, Jove, or Mercury,
Unless some fit of phrenzy do possess her : inspire me, that I may this treason find !
For I have heard my grandfire say full oft, My lord, look here ;-look here, Lavinia :
Extremity of griefs would make men mad;

[He writes bis name wirb bis fiaff, and guides And I have read, that Hecuba of Troy

it wirb bis feet and moutb. Ran mad through sorrow; That made me to fear; 30 This sandy plot is plain; guide, if thou can'ft, Although, my lord, I know, my noble aunt This after me, when I have writ my name Loves me as dear as e'er my mother did,

Without the help of any hand at all. And would not, but in fury, fright my youth : Curs'd be that heart, that forc'd us to this thift! Which made me down to throw my books, and Ay; Write thou, good niece; and here display at last, Causeless, perhaps : But pardon me, sweet aunt: 35 What God will have discover'd for revenge: And, madam, if my uncle Marcus go,

Heaven guide thy pen to print thy forrows plain, I will most willingly attend your ladyship. That we may know the traitors, and the truth! Mar. Lucius, I will.


[Sbe takes the staff in ber mcutb, and guides it Tit. How now, Lavinia ?Marcus, what means

witb ber ftumps, and writes. Some book there is that she defires to see:- 40 Tit. O, do you read, my lord, what the hath writ? Which is it, girl, of these? Open them, boy- Stuprum--Coircn-Demetrius. But thou art deeper read, and better skill'd;

Mar. What, what !--the luftful fons of Tamora Come, and take choice of all my library,

Performers of this hateful bloody deed? And so beguile thy forrow, 'till the heavens


Magne Domirator Poli, Reveal the damn'd contriver of this 45 Tam lentus audis scelera ? tam lentus vides >> Why lifts the up her arms in sequence thus ? Mar. O, calm thee, gentle lord! although, I Mar. I think, the means, that there was more

know, than one

There is enough written upon this earth, Confederate in the fact ;-Ay, more there was :- To stir a mutiny in the mildest thoughts, Or else to heaven the heaves them for revenge. 50 And arm the minds of infants to exclaims.

Tit. Lucius, what book is that the toffeth fo? My lord, kneel down with me; Lavinia, kneel; Bog. Grandfire, 'tis Ovid's Metamorphosis; And kneel, sweet boy, the Roman Hector's hope; My mother gave it me.

And fwear with me, as with the woeful feere, Mar. For love of her that's gone,

55 And father, of that chaste dishonour'd dame, Perhaps the cull'd it from among the rest. Lord Junius Brutus fware for Lucrece' rape,

Tito Soft! soft, how busily the turns the leaves! (That we will prosecute, by good advice,

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Mortal revenge upon these traiterous Goths, To gratify your honourable youth,
And see their blood, or die with this reproach. The hope of Rome; for fo he bade me say;

Tim. 'Tis sure enough, an you knew how. And so I do, and with his gifts present
But if you hurt these bear-whelps, then beware: Your lordships, that whenever you have need,
The dam will wake; and, if the wind you once, 5 You may be armed and appointed well :
She's with the lion deeply still in league,

And so I leave you both, (Afide] like bloody vil. And lulls him while the playeth on her back,


Exit. And, when he sleeps, will she do what she list. Dem. What's here? A scroll; and written You're a young huntsman, Marcus; let it alone;

round about? And, come, I will go get a leaf of brass,

10 Let's see ; And with a gad of steel will write these words, Integer vitæ, scelerisque purus, And lay it by: the angry northern wind

Non eget Mauri jaculis nec arcu: Will blow these sands, like Sybil's leaves, abroad, Cl. O, 'tis a verse in Horace ; I know it well: And where's your leffon then ?-Boy, what say you? I read it in the grammar long ago. (have it.

Boy. I say, my lord, that if I were a man, 15 Aar. Ay, just;-a verse in Horace ;-right, you Their mother's bed-chamber should not be safe Now, what a thing it is to be an ass! For these bad bond-men to the yoke of Rome. Here's no fond jest: the old man hath

Mar. Ay, that's my boy! thy father hath full oft found their guilt; For this ungrateful country done the like.

And sends the weapons wrapp'd about Boy. And, uncle, so will I, an if I live.

with lines, Tit. Come, go with me into my armoury; That wound, beyond their feeling, to the Lucius, I'll fit thee; and withal, my boy

quick. Shall carry from me to the emperess’ sons

But were our witty emperess well a-foot, Presents, that I intend to send them both :

She would applaud Andronicus'conceit. Come, come; thou'lt do my mefsage, wilt thou 2 5 But let her reft in her unrelt a-while.-- /

[fire. And now, young lords, was 't not a bappy ftar Boy. Ay, with my dagger in their bofom, grand- Led us to Rome, ftrangers, and, more than fog Tit. No, no, boy, not fo; Pll teach thee ano- Captives, to be advanced to this height? ther course.

It did me good, before the palace gate Lavinia, come :-Marcus, look to my house ; 30 To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing. Lucius and I'll go brave it at the court;

Dem. But me more good, to see so great a lord Ay, marry, will we, fir; and we'll be waited on. Bafely infinuate, and send us gifts.

{Exeunt. Aar. Had he not reason, lord Demetrius? Mar. O heavens, can you hear a good man groan, Did you not use his daughter very friendly? And not relent, or not compassionate him? 35 Dem. I would, we had a thousand Roman dames Marcus, attend him in his ecstacy ;

At such a bay, by turn to serve our luft. That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart,

Chi. A charitable with, and full of love. Than foe-men's marks upon his batter'd shield: Aar. Here lacketh but your mother to say Ames. But yet fo juft, that he will not revenge :

Cbi. And that would the for twenty thousand Revenge the heavens for old Andronicus! [Exit. 40 S CE N E II.

Dem. Come, let us go; and pray to all the guds

For our beloved mother in her pains.
Changes to tbe Palace.

Aar. Pray to tlie devils; the gods have given us Enter Aaron, Chirot, ard Demetrius, at ore door

o'er. ard at croter door, yuung Lucius and another, 45) Dem. Why do the emperor's trumpets fiouah quieb a bundle of weapons, and verses writ upon

thus ? tbem.

Chi. Belike, for joy the emperor hath a son. Cbi. Demetrius, here's the son of Lucius;

Depr. Soft; who comes here ! He hath some message to deliver to us.

Enter Nurse, with a Black-e-moor Cbild. Aar. Ay, some mad mellage from his mad 50 Nurse. Good-morrow, lords : grandfather.

O tell me, did you see Aaron the Moor? Boy. My lords, with all the humbleness I may, Aar. Well, more or less, or ne'er a whit at all. I greet your honours from Andronicus;

Here Aaron is; and what with Aaron now? And pray the Roman gods, confound you both. Nur. O gentle Aaron, we are all undone!

(Afide. 55 Now help, or woe betide thee evermore! Dem. Gramercy', lovely Lucius; What's the Aar. Why, what a caterwauling doft thou keep? news?

[news, What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine arms? Boy. That you are both decypher'd, that's the Nur. O, that which I would hide from hcaven's For villains mark'd with rape. (Afide.] May it

eye, please you,

60 Our emperess’shame, and statelyRome's disgrace;a My grandfre, well-advis'd, hath font by me She is deliver'd, lords, he is deliver'd. The goodliest weapons of his armoury,

Aar. To whom?


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sine. grand merci; great thankse

Nar. I mean, me is brought to bed.

Look, how the black Nave (miles upon the father; Aar. Well, God

As who should say, Old lad, I am ibine eur. Cive her good reft! What hath he sent her? He is your brother, lords; sensibly fed Nur. A devil.

[issue. of that self-blood that first gave life to you; Aar. Why, then he is the devil's dam; a joyful 5 And, from that womb, where you imprison'dwerg

Nar. Ajoyless, dismal, black, and sorrowful issue: He is infranchised and come to light: Here is the babe, as loathsome as a toad

Nay, he's your brother by the furer side, Amongst the faireft breeders of our clime.

Although my seal is ftamped in his face. The emperess' sends it thee, thy stamp, thy real, Nur. Aaron, what Mall Ifay unto the emperess? And bids thee chriften it with thy dagger's point. 10 Den. Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done, Asr. Out, out, you whore ! is black ro base a And we will all subscribe to thy advice; hue?

Save you the child, so we may all be safe. Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure. Aar. Then sit we down, and let us all consult. Dem. Villain, what haft thou done ?

My son and I will have the wind of you : Aar. That which thou

15 Keep there : now talk at pleasure of your safety. Can'st not undo.

(They fit on the ground. Chi. Thou haft undone our mother.

Dem. How many women faw this child ot' his? Aar. Villain, I have done thy mother.

Aar. Why, so, brave lords; When we all joina Dem. And therein, hellith dog, thou hast undone.

in league, Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choice ! 201 am a lamb: but if you brave the Moor, Accurs'd the offspring of so foul a fiend!

The chafed boar, the mountain lioness, Chi, It shall not live.

The ocean swells not so as Aaron storms.Aar. It shall not die.

But, say again, how many saw the child ?
Nur. Aaron, it muft; the mother wills it so. Nur. Cornelia the midwife, and myself,

Aar. What, muftit, nurse? then let no man but 1, 2 5 And no one else, but the deliver'd emperess.
Do execution on my flesh and blood. (point: Aar. The emperess, the midwife, and yourself:--

Dem. I'll broach ? the tadpole on my rapier's Two may keep counsel, when the third's away:
Nurse, give it me; my fword fhall foon dispatch it. Go to the emperess; tell her this I said :-
Agr. Sooner this sword fhall plough thy bowels up.

[He kills ber. Stay, murd'rous villains ! will you kill your brother ? 30 Weke, weke!--fo cries a pis, prepard to the fpit. Now, by the burning tapers of the sky,

Dem. What mean't thou, Aaron? Wherefore That thone fo brightly when this boy was got,

didst thou this? He dies upon my scymitar's sharp point,

Aar. O lord, fir, 'tis a deed of policy: That touches this my first-born son and heir ! Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours? I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus,

35 A long-tongu'd babbling gossip! no, lords, no. With all his threat 'ning band of Typhon’s brood, And now be it known to you my full intent. Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war,

Not far, one Muliteus lives, my countryman, Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands. His wife but yesternight was brought to-bed; What, what, ye fanguine, fhallow-hearted boys! His child is like to her, fair as you are : Ye white-lim'd walls! ye alehouse painted signs! 40 Go pack 4 with him, and give the mother gold, Coal-black is better than another hue,

And tell them both the circumstance of all; In that it scorns to bear another hue:

And how by this their child shall be advanc’d, For all the water in the ocean

And be received for the emperor's heir,
Can never turn the swan's black legs to white, And subftituted in the place of mine,
Although she lave them hourly in the flood. 145 To calm this tempeft whirling in the court;
Tell the emperess from me, I am of age

And let the emperor dandle him for his own.
To keep mine own; excuse it how the can. Hark ye, my lords; ye fee, I have given her physick,
Dem. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus?

[Pointing on the nurse. Aar. My mistrefs is my mistreto; this, myfelf; And you must needs bestow her funeral; The vigour, and the picture of my youth: 150 The fields are near, and you are gallant grooms : This, before all the world, do I prefer;

This done, fee that you take no longer days,
This, maugre all the world, will I keep safe, But send the midwife presently to me.
Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome. The midwife, and the nurse, well made away,

Dem. By this our mother is for ever sham'd. Then let the ladies tattle what they please.

. Rome will despise her for this foul escape. 155 Chi. Aaron, I lec, thou wilt not trust the air Nur. The emperor, in his rage, will doom her With secrets. death.

Dem. For this care of Tamora,
Chi. I blush to think upon this ignomy. Herself, and hers, are highly bound to thee.
Aar. Why there's the privilege your beauty bears :

[Exeunte Fye, treacherous hue ! that will betray with blushing 60 Aar. Now to the Goths, as swift as swallow flies; "The close enacts and counsels of the heart ! There to dispose this treasure in my arms, Here is a young lad fram’d of another leer 3: And secretly to greet the emperefs' friends.

'To do is here used obscenely. * A broach is a fpir. I'll fpir the tadpole, of bue.

4 To pack is to contrive insidiously,

3 leer is complexion


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