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time, at all events, to put my affairs in train. Inkle. Is he so hasty?

Trudge. Yes, it's a short respite before exe- Med. Hasty! he's all pepper-and wonders cution; and if your honour was to go and you are not with him, before it's possible to comfort poor madam Yarico

get at him. Hasty indeed! Why, he vows Inkle.' Damnation! Scoundrel, how dare you shall have his daughter this very night

. you offer your advice?-I dread to think of Inkle. What a situation! ber!

Med. Why, it's hardly fair just after a yoTrudge. I've done, sir, I've done-But 1 yage. But come, bustle, bostle, be'll think know I should blubber over Wows all night, you neglect him. He's rare and touchy, I if I thought of parting with her in the morning. can tell you; and if he once takes it in his Inkle. Insolence! begone, sir!

bead that you show the least slight to by Trudge. Lord, sir, I only

daughter, it would knock up all your scheme Inkle. Get down stairs, sir, directly. in a minute.

Trudge, [Going out] Ah! you may well Inkle. Confusion! if he should bear of Yaput your hand to your head; and a bad head rico!

[Asuk. it must be, to forget that Madam Yarico pre- Med. But at present you are all and vented her countrymen from peeling off the with him; he has been telling me his inies upper part of it. Aside)

[Exit. tions these six weeks: you'll be a fine war Inkle. 'Sdeath, what am I about? How husband, I promise you. have I slumbered ? - Is it 1?-1- who, in Inkle. This cursed connexion ! [4sat London, laughed at the younkers of the town Med. It is not for me, though, to tell ya -and when”I saw their chariots, with some how to play your cards; you are a prueru fine, templing, girl, perked in the corner, come young man, and can makć calculations in shopping to the city, would cry-Ahl--there wood. sits ruin-there flies the Greenhorn's money! Inkle. Fool! fool! fool! then wondered with myself how men could Med. Why, what the devil is the matta trille time on women; or, indeed, think of with you? any women without forlunes. And now, Inkle. It must be done essectually, or sooth, it rests with me to turn romantic puppy, is lost; mere parting would not concea ii

. and give up all for love.-Give up!-Oh, monstrous folly :-thirty · thousand pounds! Med. Ah! now he's got to his damped

Trudge. [Peeping in at the door] square root again, I suppose, and old Trudge. May I come in, sir?

would not move him-why, nephew! Inkle. What does the booby want?

Inkle. The planter that I spoke witbr>>> Trudge. Sir, your uncle wants to see you. not be arrived—but time is precious-tbet Inkle. Mr. Medium! show him up directly. I meet-common prudence now demands He must not know of this. ferie Trudge, I'm fixed; l'l part with her

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Med. Damn me, but he's mad! the wo wish this marriage were more distant, that I bave turned the poor boy's brains: be's scales might break it to her by degrees: she'd take aud gone crazy! hobo! Inkle! nephew! Buy my purpose better, were it less suddenly de- I'll spoil your arithmetic, I warrant livered.

[2 Enter MEDIUM.

Scene III. – The Quay. Med. Ah, here he is! Give me your hand,

Enter Sir CHRISTOPHEP. CURRT. nephew! welcome, welcome to Barbadoes, Sir Chr. Ods my life! I can scarce etswith all my heart!

tain my happiness. I have left them safe is Inkle. I am glad to meet you bere, uncle! church' in the middle of the ceremony Med. That you are, that you are, I'm sure. ought to have giren Narcissa away, they take Lord! lord! when we parted last, how I me; but I capered about so much for y, wished we were in a room together, if it was that old Spintext advised me to go

and open but the black hole! I have not been able to my heels on the quay: till it was all over sleep o'nights, for thinking of you. I've laid od, I'm so happy; and they shall see, 10* awake, and fancied I saw you sleeping your what an old fellow can do at a wedding last, with your head in the lion's mouth, for a night-cap; and I've never seen a bear brought

Enter INKLE. over, to dance about the street, but I thought Inkle. Now for dispatch!

hark'ee, old ge. you might be bobbing up and down in its tleman! belly,

[To the Govern. Sir Chr. Well

, young gentleman? Inkle. I am very much obliged to you. Inkle. If I mistake not, I know your

Med. Ay, ay, I am happy enough to find siness here. you safe and sound, I promise you. But you Sir Chr. 'Egad I believe half the isles have a sine prospect before you now, young knows it, by this time.

I am come to take you with me to Inkle. Then to the point-1 bare a female Sir Christopher, who is impatient to see you. whom I wish to part with,

Inkle. To-morrow, I hear, he expects me.
Med. To-morrow! directly-this-moment¡ now adays, with many a man.

Sir Chr. Very likely; it's a common c! -in balf a second.-I left him standing on Inkle. If you could satisfy me you wou.. tip-toe, as he calls it, to embrace you; and use her mildly, and treat her with more he's standing on tip-toe now in the great kindness than is usual — for I can tell your parlour, and there he'll stand till you come she's of no common stamp-perhaps we mighs to him.


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Sir Chr. Ono! a slave! faith now I think planation--let's proceed to business-bring me on't, my daughter may want an attendant or the woman. wo extraordinary; and as you say she's a Inkle. No; there you must excuse me. I delicate girl, above the common run, and rather would avoid seeing her more; and none of your thick lipped, fat nosed, squabby, wish it to be settled without my seeming indumpling dowdies. I don't much care if- terference. My presence might distress her-Inkle. And for her treatment

You conceive me? Sir Chr. Look ye, young man; I love to Sir Chr. Zounds! what an unfeeling rascal! pe plain: I shall treat her a good deal better - the poor girl's in love with bim, I suppose. han you would, I fancy; for, though I wit- No, no, fair and open. My dealing's with ness ihis custom every day, I can't help think- you, and you only ; I see her now, or I deng the only excuse for buying our fellow clare off. creatures, is to rescue 'em from the hands of

Inkle. Well then, you must be satisfied : hose who are upseeling enough to bring them yonder's my servant-ha-a thought has struck o market.

Come here, sir. Inkle. Fair words, old gentleman; an En

Enter TRUDGE. slishman won't put up an alfront.

I'll write my purpose, and send it her by him. Sir Chr. An Englishman! more shame for It is lucky ihat I taught her to decypher chaou! men, who so fully feel the blessings of racters: my labour now is paid. [Takes out iberty, are doubly cruel in depriving the his pocket-book and writes]- This is sometelpless of their freedom.

what less abrupt; 'will sofien matters. [To İnkle. Let me assure you, sir, 'tis not my himself] - Give this to Yarico; then bring ccupation; but for a private reason-an in- her bither with you. lant pressing necessity

Trudge. I sholl, sir.

[Going Sir Chr. Well, well, I have a pressing ne- Inkle. Stay; come back. This soft fool, if essity too; I can't stand 10 talk now; I ex- uninstructed, may add to her distress: his ect company here presently; but if you'll drivelling sympathy may feed her grief, insk for me to-morrow, at the castle

stead of soothing it. When she has read this Inkle. The castle!

paper, seem to inake light of it; tell her it is Sir Chr. Aye, sir, the castle; the Gover- a thing of course, done purely for her good. or's castle; known all over Barbadoes. I here inform her ibat I must part with her.

Inkle. 'Sdeath, this man must be on the D'ye understand your lesson? overnor's establishment: his steward, per- Trudge. Pa-part with ma-dam Ya-ric-o! aps, and sent after me, while Sir Christo

Inkle. Why does the blockhead stammer! her is impatiently waiting for me. I've gone I have my reasons. No muttering-and let o far; my secret may be known--As 'tis me tell you, sir, if your rare bargain were I win this fellow to my interest. [To him] gone too, 'would be the better : she may ne word morc, sir : my business must be babble our story of the forest, and spoil my one immediately; and as you seem acquaint- fortune. I at the castle, if you should see me there Trudge. I'm sorry for it, sir: I have lived -and there I mean to sleep to-night

with you a long while; I've half a year's Sir Chr. The devil you do!

wages too due the 25th ultimo, due for dressInkle. Your finger on your lips; and nevering your bair and scribbling your parchments: cathe a syllable of this transaction. but, take my scribbling, take my frizing, take Sir Chr. No! why not?

my wages; and I and Wows' will take ourInkle. B-:cause, for reasons, which perhaps selves off together. She saved my life, and vu'll know to-morrow, I might be injured rot me if any thing bui death shall part us. ith the Governor, whose most particular Inkle. Impertinent! Go, and deliver your end I am.

message. Sir Chr. So! bere's a particular friend of Trudge. I'm gone, sir. Lord! lord! I neine, coming to sleep ai my house, that 1 ver carried a le ter with such ill will in all ver saw in my life. I'll sound this fellow. my born days.

[Exit. Aside] I fancy, young, gentleman, as you Sir Chr. Well-shall I see the girl ? e such a bosom friend of the Governor's, Inkle. She'll be here presently. One thing u can hardly do any thing to alter your I had forgot : when she is yours, I need not uation with him.

cautiou you, after the bints l've given, to keep Inkle. Oh! pardon me; but you'll find that her from the castle. If Sir Christopher should re-after-besides, you, doubtless, know his see her, 'I would lead, you know, iv a discoaracter?

very of what I wish concealed. Sir Chr. Oh, as well as my own. But let's Sir Chr. Depend upon me-Sir Christopher derstand one another. You must trust me, will know no more of our meeting, than be w you've gone so far. You are acquainted does at this moment. th his character, no doubt, to a hair? Inkle. Your secrecy shall not be unrewarded: Inkle. I am 'I see we shall understand I'll recommend you, particularly, to his good ch other. You know him too, I see, as graces. ell as I,-A very touchy, testy, hot, old

Sir Chr. Thank



but I'm low.

pretty much in his good graces, as it is: I Sir Chr. Here's a scoundrel! I hol and don't know any body he has a greater resuchy! zounds! I can hardly contain my pect for. ssion! — but I won't discover myself. Vil

Re-enter TRUDGE. e the boltom of this–[To him] Well now, Inkle. Now, sir, have you performed your we seem to bave come to a tolerable ex-1 messag e?



I bope!

way to


Trudge. Yes: I gave her the letter, therefore 'tis necessary for my good and

Inkle. And where is Yarico? Did she say which I think you valueshe'd come? Didn't you do as you were or

Yar. You know I do; so much, that it dered? Didn't you speak to her?

would hreak my heart to leave you, Trudge. I could'nt, sir, I could'nt: l in- Inkle. But we must part: if you are seen tended to say what you bid me--but I felt with me, I shall lose all. such a pain in my throat, I couldn't speak a Yar. I gave up all for you—my friends, word, for the soul of me; so, sir, l' fell a my country: all tbat was dear to me: ad crying.

still grown dearer since you sheltered there. Inkle. Blockhead!

-Ali, all was left for you and were it now Sir Chr. 'Sblood! but he's a very honest to do again-again I'd cross the seas, atd blockhead. Tell me, my good fellow, what follow you, all the world orer. said the wench?

Inkle. We idle time; sir, she is your's Trudge. Nothing at all, sir. She sat down See you obey this gentleman; 'twill be tbe with her two hands clasped on her knees, and better for you.

[Goin) looked so pitifully in my face, I could not Yar. (), barharous! [Holding him] Do stand it. Oh, here she comes. I'll go and not, do not abandon me! find Wows: if I must be melancholy, she Inkle. No more. sball keep me company:

Yar. Stay but a litle: I sban't live long to Sir Chr. Ods my life, as comely a wench be a burden to you: your cruelty has al as ever I saw,

me to the heart. "Protect me but a little

I'!l obey this aan, and undergo all bardship Enter Yarico, who looks for some time in for your good; slay but to witness 'em

Inlle's face, bursts into tears, and falls soon shall sink wiib grief; farry till tbes: on his neck,

and hear me bless your name when I an

dying; aud beg you, now and then, when I Inkle. In tears! nay, Yarico! why this? am gone, to heave a sigh for your per Yar. Oh do nol-do not leave me!

Yarico. Inkle. Why, simple girl! I'm labouring for Inkle. I dare not listen. You, sir, your good. My inierest, here, is nothing: 1 will take good care of her. [Gom can do nothing from myself, you are igno- Sir Chr. Care of her!- that I will -10, rant of our country's customs. I must give cherish her like my own daughter; and prout

more powerful, who will not balm into the beart of a poor, innocent ça have me with you. But see, my Yarico, ever ibat bas been wounded by the artifices of a anxions for your welfare, l've found a kind, scoundrel. good person, who will prolect you.

Inkle. Ha! 'Sdeath, sir, how dare you? Yar. Ah! why not you protect me? Sir Chr. 'Sdeath, sir, bow dare

look a Inkle. I have no means-how can I? honest man in the face?

Yar. Just as I sheltered you. Take me to Inkle. Sir, you shall feelyonder mountain, where I see no smoke from Sir Chr. Feel!- It's more than ever you lik iall, high houses, filled with your cruel coun- I believe. Mean, sordid, wretch! dead to a trymen. None of your princes, there, will sense of honour, gratitude, or humanitzcome to take me from you. And should they never heard of such barbarity! I bave a sar stray that way, we'll find a lurking place, in-law, who has been left in the same situajust like my own poor cave, where many a tion; but, if I thought him capable of su day I sat beside you, and blessed the chance cruelly, dam'me if I would not tvrn bim that brought you to it— that I might save sea, with a peck loaf, in a cockle shell

Come, come, cheer up, my girl! You sban: Sir Chr. His life ! Zounds! my blood boils want a friend to protect you, I warranty at the scoundrel's ingratitude!

[Taking Yarico by the Hans Yar. Come, come, let's go. I always feared Inkle. Insolence! The governor shall beze these cities. Let's fly and seek the woods; of this insult, and there we'll wander hand in hand together. Sir Chr. The governor! liar! cheat! sogue No cares shall vex us then-We'll let the day impostor! breaking all lies you ought to hern glide by in idleness; and you shall sit in the and prelending to those you have done shade, and watch the sun beam playing on to. The governor never had such a fellow.de the brook, while I sing the song that pleases the whole catalogue of his acquaintance

No cares, love, but for food, and we'll governor disowns you, the governor disclaims Jive cheerily, I warrant- In the fresh, early you, the governor abhors you; and to your morning, you shall hunt down our game, ulter confusion, here stands the governor fi and I will pick you berries — and then, at tell you so. Here stands old Curry, wbonenight, I'll trim our bed of leares, and lie me ver ialked to a rogue without telling him to down in peace-Oh! we shall be so happy! he thought of him. Inkle. Hear me, Yarico. My countrymen Inkle. Sir Christopher ! -Lost and undone

! and yours differ as much in minds as in Med. [Without Holo! Young Multiplica complexions. We were not born to live in tion! Zounds! I have been peeping in every woods and caves-10 seek subsistence by pur-cranny of the house, Why, young Rule » suing beasts.-We Christians, girl, hunt mo- Three! [Enters from the Inn). Oh, ney; a thing. unknown to you. But, here, you are at last-Ah, Sir Christopher! Wh 'tis money which brings us ease, plenty, com- are you there! too impatient to wait at home, 'mand, power, every thing; and of course hap- But here's one that will make you can piness. You are the bar to my attaining this; fancy.

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poor Wowski.

Sir Chr. How came you to know him?

Enter Trudge and Wowski. Med. Hla! ha! Well, that's curious enough Trudge. Come along, Wows! take a long 80. So you have been talking here, without last leave of your poor mistress: throw your nding out each other.

prelty ebony arms about her neck. Sir Chr. No, no; I have found him out Wows. No, no;—she not go; you not leave -ith a vengeance. Med. Not you. Why this is the dear bay. [Throwing her arms about Yarico, 's my nephew, that is; your son in law, Sir Chr. Poor girl! a companion, I take it! at is to be. Ii's Inkle!

Trudge. A thing of my own, sir, I couldn't Sir Chr. It's a lie: and you're a purblind help following my master's example in the d booby-and this dear boy is a 'damned woods-Like master, like man, sir. oundrel.

Sir Chr. But you would not sell her, and Med. Hey-dey, what's the meaning of this? be hang'd

you, you dog, would you? ne was mad before, and he bas bit the Trudge. Hang me, like a dog, if I would, her, I suppose.

sir. Sir Chr. But here comes the dear boy- Sir Chr. So say I, to every fellow that e true boy- the jolly boy, piping hot from breaks an obligation due to the feelings of a urch, with my daughter.

man. But, old Medium, what have you to

say for your hopeful nephew ? Enter CampleY, NARCISSA, and Patty.

Med. I never speak ill of my friends, sir Med. Campley!

Christopher. Sir Chr. Who? Campley ;-it's no such Sir Cl:r. Pshaw! ng

Inkle. Then let me speak: hear me defend Camp. That's my name, indeed, Sir Chri- a conduclpher.

Sir Chr. Defend! Zounds! plead guilty, at Sir Chr. The devil it is! And how came once - it's the only hope left of obtaining u, sir, to impose upon me, and assume the mercy, ne of Inkle? A name which every man Inkle. Suppose, old gentleman, you had a honesty, ought to be ashamed of.

son? Camp. I never did, sir. --Since I sailed from Sir Chr. 'Sblood! then I'd make him an gland with your daughter, my affection has honest fellow; and teach him that the feeling ly encreased: and when I came to explain heart never knows greater pride than when self to you, by, a number of concurring it's employed in giving succour to the unforcumstances, which I am now partly ac- tunate.' I'd teach him to be his father's own inted with, you mistook me for that gen- son to a hair. gan. Yet bad I even then been aware of Inkle. Even so my father tutored me: from ir mistake, I must confess, the regard for infancy, bending my tender mind, like a young

owa happiness would have templed me sapling, to his will — Interest was the grand let you remain undeceived,

prop round which he twined my pliant green ir Chr. And did you, Narcissa, join in- affections: taught me in child-hood to repeat var. How could 'I, my dear sir, disobey old sayings - all tending to his own fixed 1 ?

principles, and the first sentence that I ever Patty. Lord, your honour, what young la- lisped, was charity begius at home. could refuse a caplain?

Sir Chr. shall never like a proverb again, ainp. I am a soldier, sir Christopher. Love as long as I live.

War is the soldier's mollo; though my Inkle. As I grew up, he'd prove-and by ime is trilling to your intended son-in-example-were l' in want, I might even starve, 's, still the chance of war bas enabled me for what the world cared for their neighsupport the object of my love above indi- bours; why then should I care for the world! ce. Her fortune, sir Christopher, I do not men now lived for themselves. These were sider myself by any means entitled to. his doctrines; then, sir, what would you say, ir Chr. Sblood! but you must though, should I, in spite of habit, precept, education, e me your hand, my young Mars, and fly into my father's face, and spurn his couns you both together, – Thank you, thank cils ?

for cheating an old fellow into giving Sir Chr. Say! why, that you were damndaughter to a lad of spirit, when he was ed honest, undutiful fellow. O curse such ng to throw her away upon one, in whose principles ! principles, wbich destroy all conist the mcan passion of avarice smothers lidence between man and man- Principles, smallest spark of affection, or humanity. which none but a rogue could instil, and nkle. Confusion!

none but a rogue could imbibe.- Irincipleslar. I have this nioment heard a story of Inkle. Which I renounce. ransaction in the forest, which, I own, Sir Chr. Eh! ild bave rendered compliance with your Inkle. Renounce entirely. Ill-founded prener commands very disagreeable. cept too long has steeled my breast--but still atly. Yes, sir, I told iny mistress he had)'tis vulnerable—this trial was too much-Naught over a botly-pot gentlewoman. ture; against habit combating within me, has 'ir Chr. Yes, but he would have left her penetrated to my heart; a beart, I own, long you; [To Narcissa) and you for bis in- callous to the feelings of sensibility: but now st; and sold you, perhaps, as he has this it bleeds — and bleeds for my poor Yarico. c. girl, to me, as a requital for preserving Ob, let me clasp her to it, while' 'lis glowing, life.

and mingle tears of love and penitence. ar. How!

[Embracing her.

Trudge. [Capering about Wows, gire

Ab! bow can I forbear me a kiss! [Wowski goes to Trudge.

To join the jocund dance? Yar. And shall we-shall we be bappy?

To and fro, couples go, Inkle. Aye; ever, ever, Yarico.

On the light fantastic toe, Yar. I knew we should - and yet I feared

While with glee, merrily, --but shall I still walch over you? Oh! love,

The rosy hours advance. you surely gave your Yarico such pain, only Yarico. When first the swelling, sea to make her feel this bappiness the greater.

Hither bore my love and me, Wows. [Going to Yarica] Oh Wowski

What then my fate would be, so happy!-and yet I think I not glad neither.

Little did I thinkTrudge. Eh, Wows! How!- why not?

Doom'd to know care and woe, Wows. 'Cause I can't help cry.

Happy still is Yarico; Sir Chr. Then, if that's the case-curse me,

Since her love will constant prove if I think I'm very glad either. What the

And nobly scorn to shrink. plague's the matter with my eyes ? - Young Wowski. Whilst all around rejoice, man, your band-I am now proud and happy to shake it.

Pipe and tabor raise the voice, Med. Well, sir Christopher, what do you

It can't be Wowski's choice,

Whilst Trudge's, to be don say to my hopeful nephew now? Sir Chr. Say! why, confound the fellow, I

No, no, day bliibe and gay, say, that it is ungenerous enough to remember

Shall like massy, missy, play, the bad action of a man who has virtue left

Dance and sing, bey ding, die in his heart to repent it . As for youmy Trudge. Sbobs! now I'm fix'd for love

Strike fiddle and beat drum good fellow, [to Trudge] I must, with your master's permission, employ you myself.

My fortune's fair, though bla Trudge. O rare !--Bless your honour! Wows you'll be lady, you jade, to a gover

Who fears domestic strifenor's factolum,

Who cares now a sous! Wows. Iss.- I lady Jactotum.

Merry cheer my dingy dear Sir Chr. And now, my young folks, we'll

Shall find with her Factotum ki: drive home, and celebrate ihe wedding. Od's

Night and day, ril frisk and pro my life! I long to be skaking, a foot at the

About the house with Wismi fiddles, and I shall dance ten times the lighter, Inkle, Love's convert here bebold. for reforming an Inkle, while I have it in my

Banish'd now my thirst of gold power to reward the innocence of a Yarico.

Bless'd in these arms to fold

My gentle Yarico.

llence all care, all doubi, and a Campley. Come, let us dance and sing,

Love and joy each want slalj While all Barbadoes bells shall ring:

Happy night, pure delight,
Love scrapes the fiddle string,

Shall make our bosoms glas
And Venus plays the lule;
Ilymen gay, foots away,


Let Patty say a word

A chambermaid
Happy at our wedding-day,

Cockš bis chin, and figures in,

Sure men are grown absurd, To tabor, life, and flute,

Thus taking Black for while

To bug and kiss a dingy me Chorus. Come then, etc.

Will hardly suit an age Narcissa. Since thus each anxious care

Unless, bere, some friends Is vanish'd into empty air,

Who like this wedding nick

my wife,



JOHN GAY. Tris gentleman, descended from an ancient family iu Devonshire, was born at Excler, and received his de at the free-school of Barnstaple, in that county, under the care of Mr. William Rayner. He was bred . the Strand: but having a small fortune independent of business, and considering the attendance en shop dation of those talents which he found himseli possessed of, be quitted that occupation, and applied himself views, and to the indulgence of his inclination for the Muses. Mr. Gay was born in the year 1688. him secretary, or rather domestic steward, to the Dutchess of Monmouth; in which slation be continaed til ginning of the year 1914, al which time he accompanied the Earl of Clarendon to Hanover, whither that babies dispatched by Queen Anne, In the latter end of the same year, in consequence of the Queen's death, be return England, where he lived in the bighest estimation and intimacy of friendship with many persons of the first die both in rank and abilities. He was even particularly laken notice of by Queen Caroline, then Princess Mar whom he had the honour of reading in manuscript his tragedy of The Captives; and in 1986 dedicated bin Fabian permission, 19 the Duke of Cumberland. From This countenance shown to him, and numberless promises made preferment, it was reasonable to suppose, that he would have been genteelly provided for in some place sa his inclination and abilities. Instead of which, in 1727, he was offered the place of gentleman-usbet taip youngest princesses; an office which, as he looked on it as rather an indignity to a

whose tales es been so much better employed, he thought proper to refuse; and some pretty warm remonstranees were made occasion by his sincere friends and jealoas patrons the Duke and Duchess of Queensberry, which termisad two noble presonages withdrawing from court in disgust. disappointments he met with, he has figuratively described

Mr. Gay's dependence on the promises of the sea, a


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