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Did Egypt's prince, and Rome's, chuse in times past, Those two so neare (yet farre estrang'd) in bloud, The janisaries may make Turkes at last. Though Greeks, yet barbarous, quite from nature

stray'd, Of cold Muscovians, and of scorched Mores, To make his brother swallow his owne brood, From differing tropickes, now the troupes are great ; (So farre that fury of revenge him sway'd) That stout Namidian (Scipio's friend) deplores Of which, the one did dresse (prodigious food) That long he liv'd, and yet had learn'd too late ; A childe, his, nephew, innocent, betray'd: Fierce Saladine, whose fame each story stores, Now in one dungeon, they together dwell, Whose fatall badge upbraids each mortal's state, No jealousie nor envy stiogs in Hell. That sultaine, loe, doth lead a tawny trayne, Who luda spoil'd, braggd France, and conquer'd Twixt Pandion's daughters, wretched Tereus stands, Spaine.

Of which the one (by double wrong abus'd)

With tongue restor'd, the vengeance due demands, With men whose fame was registred with bloud,

For brutish lust, and barbarous rigour usd, Who from true worth to reach vaine dreames en

As having stain'd his stomacke, and her hands, clin'd,

[rude) By him the other is as much accus'd: Some women come who had (made milde, grown A sister kinde, or with all love at strife, A female face, too masculine a minde,

A monstrous mother, an outragious wife. Who though first fram'd to propagate men's brood, (from nature stray'd) toyl'd to destroy their kinde: She grieves, whom long distract'd, strange thoughts

did move, By differing meanes both sexes grace their state,

To venge her brother, or her sonne to slay, I scorne men's coynesse, women's stoutnesse hate.

A sister, mother, doubtfull which to prove,

Till tender kindenesse to strong rage gare way, There Ashur's empresse, who disguis'd did raigne, Till (as by her his syre) slaine by her sonne;

Proud of men's praise, and of a ladie's love, The Scythian queene who scoff?d with high disdaine, Thus even whil'st fortune fawn'd, fates did destroy,

Whil'st his, the boare, he, Atalanta's prey : At Cyrus' bead, when toss'd within a tunne:

“ Owbat small bounds abide 'twixt gricfe and joy!" She who by emperours' spoiles did glory gaine, Zenobia chast, who did no danger shunne:

Ofqueenes accurst, whose names may horrour brced, That which they bragg'd of once, they now bemone, There Iuda, Israel, each of them gives one, The Amazons all tremble at this throne.

The tigris who destroy'd the royall seed,

And even too dearely purchased a throne, There quaking squadrons (press'd with feares) con

Yet one, preserv'd, did to the state succeed, veene,

And, justly guerdon'd, was her rigour gone : Who monsters of their sexe, to nature strange,

As from God's favour, from his temple drivd, In warre not onely violent were seene,

That murtherer's ruine quickly was contriv'd. Whilst spurr'd by hate, ambition, or revenge. - But brigants fierce, and homicides have beene, That hatefull Hebrew, queene of Sidon's race,

Even where most bound to love, when bent to change: Who durst attempt a warre against the Lord, Such when once stray'd in mischiefe's depth they And prophets kill'd, or them farre off did chase, dive,

Yet Baal's temples with abundance storid, What thing so bad which they dare not contrire. That prostituted trunke, and painted face,

Were head-longs hurld, by dogges to be devour'd: With aspects fierce, O what a cruell crew! Yet did that judgement but to her remaine, Milde nature's horrour, worse then can be deem'd, An earnest penny of eternall paine. Who barbarous, yea, abbominable grew, (deemid, And wrought their wreake whom they should bavere

That great enchauntresse, magicke's power oreWbo with kinde bloud did unkinde bands imbrue,

thrown, For vile revenges, monsters mad esteem'd:

Who, then the bull she tam'd, more mad did prove, Whose rage did reach to such a height of evils,

Whilst she (his babes all torne in pieces sowne) That humane malice did exceed the Devil's.

From following her, her father did remove;

What cruell wonder hath Jike this beene knowne? There Media's monarch, ruine of the state,

One of the sexe most milde, fierce when in love: Whose nephewe's saver when for death fortb borne, No doubt the Divell did rule both heart and hands, Had for reward from him, bis sonne for meat,

For witchcraft, murther, his by double bands. And (that his soule might be in pieces torne) From dungeons darke, blacke squadrons part a space, The head was brought while he the rest did eate, (That they for ever sentenc'd may returne) A high disdaine, dissolv'd in bitter scorne :

By covenant the Divel's peculiar race, Who can but thinke what griefe he did conceive, Who hyrd by him, against the Heavens did spurne, Soone's murtherer, mourner, bearer, beere, and And, when detected, dying with disgrace, grave.

(As martyrs) did for their profession burne:

This ominous end presaging more distresse, Then he whose part oft Athen's stage did tell, They here began their portion to possesse. Who by his brother drest like food did finde, Whil'st boyling rage (pent up) last high did swell, She, who at Endor, by her king secur’d, (stand, And bursted out in a most barbarous kinde; Long murmuring charmes, a monstrous masse did Though both (not jealous) may inhabite Hell, Then did attest, protest, curs'd, and conjurd, Yet vengeance still doth so possesse his minde: Till she (Hell's slave) her master did command, That, if of ease he any thought, attaines,

And (if not Samuel) ane like him procurd, It onely is to see his brother's paines.

To rise and tell all that they did demand,

That witch the honour hath with many such, As troupes who knew not God, this squadron fill, To live with him whom she did love so much. There want not others who did know his will

Some who, (all magicke's mysteries well known)

There Absolom so absolutely faire, For temporall toyes, eternity have lost,

Who would embosom'd be by proud base arts, And did but mocke the eyes (false wonders shown) | Yet fell himselfe, his father bent to snare, Like him who would have bought the Holy Ghost; And lost his whole in stealing others' hearts; Their Lord at last with rigour urg'a his owne,

He farre puff'd up, dy'd wavering in the avre, And all that cosening skill too dearely cost,

The shamefull forme upbraiding vaunted parts: Their mangled members dasht against the stones, A growing gallowes, grasping tumide hope, Whil'st he to search their soules, crush'd all their The winde was hang-man, and bis haires the rope. bones.

Ah! must I staine the purenesse of my rymes, Some subtle sorcerers, whom the world commends, with such as we from mindes should quite seclude? This horrid art to such perfection bring,

Damo'd be their memory, unknowne their crymes; That slaves can sell their lords for severall ends, Of acts so ill examples are not good, By magicke's meanes imprison'd in a ring,

And yet have we not seene even in our times, Whose owners with their lord (as his deare friends)

How th' Earth abus'd, beares a prodigious brood: May by this pledge advise of every thing:

Who fayning godlinesse, from God rebell, So that such sprites were entertain'd for spies, And will seeke Heaven even in the depths of Hell. Which told some truth, to purchase trust for lyes.

Up, hypocrite ingrate, who wast entic'd There some who first (not stray'd from Nature's To kill that king, who did your sect advance, ground)

By strangers lov'd, at home by all despis'd, [France, Were bent to know what fate's in clouds obscurd,

From whom when stolne from Pole, one neere stole

Had he not falne even there where they devis'd, Whom (when march'd neare) no limits more could bound,

The monstrous massacre! great God what chance? But they would have all what could be procur'd;

Else was he urg'd, all dignity put downe, And by wrong spies, God's secrets sought to sound, To quite bis kingdome for a naked crowne. As (magicke's band) astrologie aliur'd; When in Heaven's garden once allow'd to be, That villaine vile whom all the world abhorr'd, Who tempted were to the forbidden tree.

'To kill that king who darst lend Deatb a dart,

Who oft had scap'd the cannou and the sword, Of that base sort a multitude doth swarme,

And banish'd had the authors of base art, Which (though not curious) simple, or in want,

Since not his tooth, why was their state restor'd? Did (when themselves abus’d) abuse, and charme, Blinde zeale, soule's frenzy, now makes many rare;

Who tooke but it, in earnest of the heart:
Then sprites impure, to practise ill did hant;
Could doe themselves no good, did others harme,

Can mischiefe merit, or can murther save ?
Rais'd divels, and tempests, but could nothing dant:
When damn'd at last, thev this advantage gaine, Yet those vile crimes (though with amazement
That with their masters, they are mates in paine.

nam'd) Seeme common slaughters when I them compare,

With that strange treason through the world proSo many sorts of wicked men design'd, Worse then the worst, what troupe doe I perceive? Which bragg'd to blow all Britaine in the ayre;

claim'd, Muse, though thou loath that I should presse my of this damn'd plot, the Divell may be asham'd,

minde With passive thoughts, such monsters to conceive,

Whieh had no patterne, and can have no heire: Yet let the end for such vile soules assign'd,

Both prince and peeres, it threatning straight t

orethrow, In every heart a burd'nous horrour leave: Which is so farre estrang'd from my conceit,

(Like Neroe's wish) had kill'd all at one blow. I feare to lessen what I would dilate.

When Stygian states in dungeons darke conspir'd,

All Albian's orethrow, Britaine's utter end, What barbarvus traitours, execrable bands

To be dispatch'd as paper spent when fir'd, (hend, From breasts depth earth-quakes cast up swelling Which mysticke bragge, when none could compregroanes ?

Our Salomon (no doubt by God inspir'd) Vile assasines, who durst with impious hands

Did straight conjecture what he did intend: Rise up against the Lord's anointed ones,

Great prince, great poet, all divine, what three? And all neglect, that Heaven orth'Earth commands, with whom on Earth was God, if not with thee? The sword not fear'd, no reverence unto thrones : Whom so to mischiefe, Satan head-long roules,

Hell's emissaries with confusion stord, That for another's life they give their soules. Whose damn'd devices, none enough can hate,

Though they should be by all tbe world abhorr'd, O! how they quake with a dejected face, (end, As Nature's scandall, vipers of a state, Who sought (Heaven's horrour) for their soveraigne's Yet are they prais'd of some, yea, and ador'd, Some (as next kinsmen ayming at his place) Since by religion justifi'd of late: Swift Nature's course impatient to attend,

Some miracles were fain'd, one true is wrought, Some having purchas'd power, by warre or peace, That monsters martyrs, murtherers saints are (All right contemn’d) who would by force ascend:



Who can but barst those moderne times to touch, There stand world's great ones, whovainejoy enjoy'd, Whil'st bloudy hearts, and hands, can smooth their While boundlesse lust still strange desires did breed, breath?

(much Though gelded keepers jealously convoy'd When some (though Christians) are commended A female troupe, for fancy, not for need, (cloy'd, For suffering, no, even for inflicting death? Vast appetite, weake power, much wish'd, soone It may indeed be justly said of such,

A longing first, straight loathing did succeed : They burne in zeale, worke wonders out of faith, That sinne so sweet, which nature most desires, Who fire whole kingdomes for religion's love, Doth here breed temporall, hence eternall fires. And to seeme holy, homicides prove.

The infant world great freedome did allow, Next those great men whose fame so glorious ilyes, To those delights which people did the ground, Who rag'd with fury, or for folly ravid,

At least strict lawes did punish none as now, And bended up with pride, or slack't with lyes, For any fault that did not wedlocke wound, Idolatry, or murther, still conceiv'd,

And chastnesse then had beene a foolish vow, A dastard troupe stands with dejected eyes, When parents' praise a populous offspring crown'de Whose tainted life, world's shame, Heaven's judg- Men then were forc'd with all degrees to wed, ment crav'd:

[chase, Till some discents more lawfull limits bred.
Heards of such hearts, Hell's hounds, with Eorrour
Who basely wicked, wickedly were base.

That which God first in Eden did ordaine,
And with a wonder Christ confirmed too,
by which both sexes fortified remaine,
Two doubled ones, and a contracted two,

That sacred league who ever vow in vaine,

Although they thinke all secret what they doe:

It is a sinne which God so highly hates,

He markes it still with ruines of estates.

Amongst the lewes where God most clearelywrought,
All women deem'd their husbands to deceive,
Straight by the priest to publicke tryall brought,
If guilty dyed, not guilty, did conceive; (thought,

Love and faith wrong'd, this crime so foule was

That when for sinne God would his people leave, To vice abandon'd, those who basely liv'd,

The prophets all adultery did name, And sold their soules to be the slaves of lust; (lust bands dissolv'd) which did divorce with shame. Blasphemers, drunkards, gluttons, all who striv'd To pamper desh, and did to frailty trust,

What raving madnesse doth enflame the minde
False iudges, witnesses, who fraud coatriv'd, With curiousnesse, another's course to know?
Or were in that which they professid, unjust: When one the like by lawfull meanes may finde,
All learned men who have their gifts abus d; Why should he seeke to steale what others owe?
Bot chiefly church-men are at last accus'd. Which is (when reach'd) not such as was design'd

By fond conceit's imaginary show: (woe ends,
What (had with care) feare keeps, shame checks,

Man wrong'd, God griev'd, damnation last attends.
Loe some whom Fortune like her selfe made blinde,
Who sacred greatnesse did most grosły staine, Though by like law both sexes bounded be,
lavolv'd in vices, and of such a kinde,

Yet to the stronger, lesse restraint was showne, That them to taxe, even Gentiles did attaine, Who (others' wives not touchd) did else seeme free, Though not thought sin, nor by no law declin'd, Where for each scape, a woman was orethrowne : Whose facts (as ölthy) Nature did disdaine: And forward fame (tou partiall) as we see, [knowne: Who (following sense) from reason did rebell, More damnes them, if suspect, then men when Loog loath'd on th’ Earth still tort m'd in the Hell. He, this way stray'd, to some more gallant seemes,

Where her (once stayo'd) the world no more esAssyria's king (no king before depriv'd)

teemes. (Though others barbarous) first who beastly prov'd, Who (faint for lust) effeminately livid,

From wives so farre their fellowes to preferre, Till by despaire to seeme couragious mov'd, The generall judgement diverse reasons move; He (when he knew his ruine was contriv'd) If from their honour any way they erre, Did with himselfe burne all things which he lov’d: Some may them use, though never truely love; This act was bad, yet praised for his best,

As him her fault, the husband's shames not her, Owbo can thinke bow hatefull were the rest ! Whose treacherous part may more pernitious prove:

He but affords, and she receives disgrace, Rome's ugly lord (power hatefull for his sake) He but augments, she falsifies the race. Whose vile desires could never be asswag'd, Who (Nature's horrour) man to wife did take, A woman's worth, which Nature deckes, not art, All whole to lust and gluttony engag'd,

Opinion values, favour doth procure, Who did profusely feasts prodigious make, Whose glory is the conquest of a heart, A death disastrous (as his due)


Which vertue doth, not vanity allure, He it (though ill) all meanes prepard to grace, Where beauty, wit, and each respected part, Yet (alwajes foule) dy'd in a filthy place. Are sham'd by her, but honour not a whore:

When false, or faint, men are disgrac'd two wayes, To force them' further who were else their owne,
A woman onely when from fame she strayes. (Things faire when neare, fall foule when once they

They who (all burning with voluptuous fires) More love nor reason, but no favour showne,
Did dandle lust as a delightfull guest,

Some loos'd just int'rest urging it too much; And (making beauty bawd to base desires) Lot's daughters this, and Tamar's rape hath showne, Did buy their colour so to sell the rest,

locasta, Myrrha, Canace, and such; Loe, painted, false, or stolne, face, minde, attires, Incestuous matches make a monstrous brood, All is beli’d, and badnesse is their best ;

Loath'd are they now who tainted thus their blood. Deare proves the pleasure, bitter is the gaine, Which black disgrace apbraides with endlesse paine. O fatall ill, which man-kinde may bemone !

Must things unlawfull most affected be? There, beautie's goddesse with these dainty Greekes, All Eden's fruits were freely given save one, Who did endeere the treasure of a face,

Yet Evah long'd for the forbidden tree, And (fond of that which idle fancy seekes)

Man ore all creatures plac'd (as in a throne) Would kisse like doves, like ivie did embrace,

Hath thrall’d himselfe, and in a base degree; Red lippes, white bands, black eyes, curld haires, Vaine appetites, and an enormous lust, smooth cheekes,


Have brought him back more low then to the dust. Which flattering smiles, and flaming lookes did The Stygian tyrant nothing can asswage, That once forc'd favour, but now hatred moves : Then for Adonis greater griefe she proves.

When ravishers upbraid th' intended wrong;

There Tereus, Nessus, all shall have their wage; With daughters two love's Leda weepes in vaine,

These guests ingrate, who for the bride did throng: (One by base sport transported for a space)

Then Shechem, Amnon, Tarquin, by lust's rage, Who kill'd her husband, by her sonne was slaine :

Who were to force infortunately strong; Next, that great beauty which the Greekes would Blood quenching lust,death venging honour's wound,

Euen in this world wrath did all those confound. grace, But by more lustre doe betray a staine,

Such faults though great, match'd with more great, Troy's fatall plague, the fable of each place,

seeme lesse, Much courted once, she now detested stands,

Those whom to pleasure weaknesse did betray, (As kill'd for her) accus'd by murmuring bands.

They but the law, not nature did transgresse,

The sexe observ'd, in sort did onely stray: Lascivious Lais much in Corinth knowne,

Where some more vile then any can expresse, Who sold deare pleasure, pretious but by price;

Both God and Nature in such horrour bare; That dame of goods ill gain’d for franknesse showne, That if their sinne were not in scripture seene, Whom Rome made goddesse that way never nice, I should not thinke that it had ever beene. Brave chiefes for whores who thousands bave orethrowne,

That towne which was consum'd with showers of fire, Though striking hearts with horrour of that vice; Where men first men, then angels striv'd to staine, Lust breeds a plague of late which all doe loath, Of fearefull type of memorable ire ! As' which still shame, death sumetime, oft yeelds whose bounds still ugly like their sinne remaine, both.

Of which the world's great ludge shall now enquire,

And for the same appoint some speciall paine : That pompous queene admir'd so much for state, That fault too foule not fit to be but nam'd, When daunting them whose fame did hostes appall, Let good men thinke that it cannot be dream'd. (World's conquerours conquerd) who (then both Made Cesar Alie, and Antony to fall, (more great) Woe now to them who from all bounds did swerve, Rare courage ! rais'd with a declining fate, And (still intemp'rate) liv'd like abject beasts, Who did triumphing, when design'd a thrall; As wholly given their appetites to serve, But for these faults which numbers did confound, Whose pleasure did depend upon their tasts, Then aspickes gave, shee feeles a deeper wound. And whilst the poore (for famine faint) did sterve,

With food supenuous rioted in feasts : Rome's wanton dame doth thrust amid'st this with Dives now tormented they remaine, throng,

And envy beggars whom they did disdaine.
(Soe sparkling lust empoison'd had her heart)
Who from the stewes when exercised long, That proud Chaldean banquetting in state,
Made weary oft, not satisfi'd did part;

As bragging of God's spoils, puffd up in heart,
Yet match'd with Siljus (made the vulgar song) Who drunke in minde, and surfeiting of meat,
She forc'd grosse Claudius drowsily to start; To serve his use church-vessels did convert ;
Who though that hee had cause to take her life, Till this was seene his courage to abate, (part:
Yet (strangely stupid) asked for his wife.

Lo, thou art weigh’d, found light, thy kingdomes

Who with his hand whil'st writing thus, did wound, You who below have forfeited your fame,

Must with his whole in judgement quite confound. And from their God so many doe divorce, Who scarce can blush, though but a badge of shame, He with brave troups who bragg'd Bethulian walls, Loe, what is all that you so much enforce! Whose breast for bloud, or wipe, still raging boil'd," A little flash, an extasie, a dreame, [morse: Drinke forcing his, his sword a number's falls, Which loath'd when done, doth quickly leave re- Who men of lives, of honour women spoil'd; What fooles are these who for a fact so foule, He, then when threatning all the world as thralls, Lose fame and goods, the body and the soule? - Whilst most secure, eternally was foil'd ;*

By steep, by drink, by death, thrice senselesse made, Power serves not now to countenance crimes with No wonder though a woman stole his head.


Nor policy to cloake their course with slight. This filthy rice enfeebling nature's force, Though other faults (foule in an high degree) That gorgeous king who kill'd Cassander's sonne, Make men like beasts, it onely makes them worse, By him prevented onely by one day, Since to be druok beasts not so base can be; With mutuall feasts, and curtesies begun, From reason onely madnesse doth divorce Both faining love, when purpos'd to betray: It both from sense, and reason, as we see:

These finde withall who have such courses runde, A murtherer but procures the bodie's fall,

That generous plainnesse proves the better way;
Where drunkennesse with it, soule's, fame's, and all. No inen more wretched then some greatest kings,
When sinnes so much were cropt, this budded first, Both for omitting, and committing things.
And who stood safe on seas, by land made sinke,

They at this time not onely are accus'd,
The father scorn'd, the sonne became accurst,
Death's frighted remnant did for horrour shrinke; But even for others cannot be excus'd,

For all which they directly did affect,
He who was never mor'd with Sodome's worst,
When scapt from flames was all enflam'd with drinke, Save greater torment wben not rightly us’d,

Whom they did raise, approve, or not correct; And of those two so singular for grace,

Now soveraigne power doth purchase no respect: Th’ one lost a part, the other all his race.

“Of high imployments great accounts are cravid, That in this sort which made such men to fall,

And they must render most, who most receiv'd.” Of piety though speciall patterns nam'd, No doubt it cannot but confound them all,

Faith (if once broke) doth so displease each minde, Who in this kinde have such contentment dream'd, That it not kept (even to an Ethnicke king) That (to the same vow'd voluntary thrall)

The last in Iuda's throne (his crowne resign's) They brag when fresh, where they should be asham'd, All charg'd with chaines to bondage base did bring; Such onely when growne worst, least please the Who saw

his sounes first kill'd,

then was made blinde, Since then as dead, not able to do evill. [Devill,

What more mishap a heart with griefe could sting?

He wretched was, not that his eyes were reft, Though to be drunke one did no sinne commit, But to see ill that they too long were left. Yet it is grosse, and ugly every way, As that wbich spoils the grace, the strength, the wit, Pale stand they now, who took God's name in vaine, The feet made stumble, and the tongue to stray ; And have their soules for trifling ends forsworne ; And where a vertue is, quite smothering it, Who hearts still straight, as simple did disdaine, Each weakenesse that one hath doth straight betray; Whose wit could glose on vice, and vertue scorne, What vice like this, which all ills else includes, Who thund'ring oaths the very ayre did staine; Since sinfull, shamefull, hurting health and goods? O how they curse the houre that they were borne!

Such oft the Devill have call'd and God refus'd, That race of Satan, like himselfe in lyes,

With imprecations, execrations us’d. Must then tell truth to him who all things knows, Of circling fraud who soone the centre tryes, Of all these false ones which this time doth try, And doth perceive all their deceiving shows, With greatest wrath the Lord doth them pursue, Whose promises (like spiders' webs for fyes) Who (forcing faith) were bold to sell a lye, A subtle snare the better sort ore-throws.

Affirming freely what they never knew :
Who vainly vaunt amid'st tbeir flying jayes, With these vile birelings which made Nabal dye,
That men with vaths, and babes are trap'd with toyes. A number more damnd for this fault I view,

Which witnesses to try, no witnesse needs,
O now they spie how ill they play'd their parts,
When they revive abandonding the dust!

Their guilty conscience large confession breeds.
Plaine and transparant are their hollow hearts,
Which did delnde the world, betraying trust;

Troups which for spite durst urge a false comTaough subtle thought, then simple prove these arts, That tyrants might the saints of God commit,

plaint, Which onely serve to circumvent the just: Such (ventring soules) base trifles bent to gaine,

With palenesse now their faces feare doth paint, Were first to shame, and last expos'd to paine.

To witnesse wrong who did extend their wit:

Whilst they behold those whom they striv'd to taint, As many meane men muster in this band,

With angels rank'd (in judging them) to sit : - By avarice made false, or forc'd by want,

The great accuser doth against them plead, There others are who kingdomes did command,

Whom once he pleas'd, that he them thence may And save themselves striv'd every thing to daunt;

leade. To rise ainbitious, jealous how to stand, By policy who thousands did supplant,

Loe, as their bodies, naked are their minds, And all the world imbrac'd within their minde,

(That maske remov'd which did them long disguise) Till at the last by some few foots confin'd. Whose vows, and oaths, but breath, went with the

winds, Kings joya'd with subjects to be judg'd come in ; Not to secure, given onely to entice, No depnties in person all compeere, [sinne; These nets of fraud, weav'd in so many kinds, No greatnesse guilds their guilt, no guards guard Whence poys'nous snakes did (hid with flowers) surNo majestie save one breeds reverence here;

prise, For treacherous treaties they in vaine begin,

All at an instant now is brought to light, By blam'd ambassadours themselves to cleare: Which deep dissemblers had wrapt up in'night.

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