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Con. You must first go rourself to hazard, ere only stomachs to eat, and none to fight. Now is it you have them.
time to arm: Come, shall we about it? Dau. 'Tis midnight, I'll go arm myself. (Exit. Orl. It is now two o'clock: but, let me see,-by Orl. The dauphin longs for morning.
ten, Ram. He longs to eat the English.
We shall have each a hundred Englishmen. (Exes Con. I think, he will eat all he kills.
Orl. By the white hand of my lady, he's a gallant prince. Con. Swear by her foot, that she may tread out
ACT IV. the oath.
Enter Chorus. Orl. He is, simply, the most active gentleman of France.
Chor. Now entertain conjecture of a time, Con. Doing is activity: and he will still be doing. When creeping murmur, and the poring dark, Orl. He never did harm, that I heard of. Fills the wide vessel of the universe.
Con. Nor will do none to-morrow; he will keep From camp to camp, through the soul womb of night, that good name still.
The hum of either army stilly' sounds, Orl. I know him to be valiant.
That the fix'd sentinels almost receive Con. I was told that, by one that knows him The secret whispers of each other's watch: better than you.
Fire answers fire; and through their paly flames Orl. What's he?
Each battle sees the other's umber'da 'face: Con. Marry, he told me so himself; and he said, Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs he cared not who knew it.
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents, Orl. He needs not, it is no hidden virtue in him. The armourers, accomplishing the knights,
Con. By my faith, sir, but it is; never any body With busy hammers closing rivets up, saw it, but his lackey: 'tis a hooded valour; and, Give dreadful note of preparation. when it appears, it will bate.
The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, Orl. Ni will never said well.
And the third hour of drowsy morning name. Con. I will cap that proverb with—There is Proud of their numbers, and secure in soul, fattery in friendship.
The confident and over-lusty: French Orl. And I will take up that with-Give the Do the low-rated English play at dice; devil his due.
And chide the cripple tardy-gaited night, Con. Well placed; there stands your friend for Who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp the devil : have at the very eye of that proverb, So tediously away. The poor condemned English, with-A pox of the devil.
Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires Orl. You are the better at proverbs, by how Sit patiently, and inly ruminate much-A fool's bolt is soon shot.
The morning's danger; and their gesture sad, Con. You have shot over.
Investing lank-lean cheeks, and war-worn coats, Orl. 'Tis not the first time you were overshot. Presenteth them unto the gazing moon Enter a Messenger.
So many horrid ghosts. 0, now, who will behold
The royal captain of this ruin'd band, Mess. My lord high constable, the English lie Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, within fifteen hundred paces of your tent.
Let him cry-Praise and glory on his head ! Con. Who hath measured the ground ?
For forth he goes, and visits all his host; Mess. The lord Grandpré.
Bids them good-morrow, with a modest smile; Con. A valiant and most expert gentleman. And calls them-brothers, friends, and countrymen. Would it were day!—Alas, poor Harry of England! Upon his royal face there is no note, -he longs not for the dawning, as we do. How dread an army hath enrounded him ;
Orl. What a wretched and peevishfellow is Nor doth he dedicate one jot of colour this king of England, to mope with his fat-brained Unto the weary and all-watched night: followers so far out of his knowledge!
But freshly looks, and overbears atlaint, Con. If the English had any apprehension, they With cheerful semblance, and sweet majesty ; would run away.
That every wretch, pining and pale before, Orl. That they lack; for if their heads had any Beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks: intellectual armour, they could never wear such A largess universal, like the sun, heavy head-pieces.
His liberal eye doth give to every one, Ram. That island of England breeds very valiant Thawing cold fear. Then, mean and gentle all, creatures; their mastiti's are of unmatchable courage. Behold, as may unworthiness define,
Orl. Foolish curs! that run winking into the A little touch of Harry in the night : mouth of a Russian bear, and have their heads And so our scene must to the battle fly; crushed like rotten apples : You may as well say,- Where (O for pity!) we shall much disgracethat's a valiant fea, that dare eat his breakfast on With four or five most yile and ragged Toils, the lip of a lion.
Right ill-dispos’d, in brawl ridiculous,Con. Just, just; and the men do sympathize with The name of Agincourt : Yet, sit and see ; the mastiffs, in robustious and rough coming on, Minding true things, by what their mockeries be. leaving their wits with their wives : and then give
[Exil. them great meals of beef, and iron, and steel, they SCENE 1.-The English camp at Igincourt. will eat like wolves, and fight like devils.
Enter King Henry, Bedford, and Gloster. Orl. Ay, but these English are shrewdly out of beef.
K. Hen. Gloster, 'tis true, that we are in great Con. Then we shall find to-morrow-they have danger;
(1) An equivoque in terms in falconry: he means, (2) Foolish. (3) Gently, lowly. his valour is hid' from every body but his lackey, (4) Discoloured by the gleam of the fires. and when it appears it will fall off.
(5) Over-saucy, (6) Calling to remembrance.
The greater therefore should our courage be.- K. Hen. It sorts well* with your fierceness,
Enter Fluellen and Gower, severally.
Gow. Captain Fluellen! For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Flu. So in the name of Cheshu Christ, speak Which is both healthful, and good husbandry: lower. It is the greatest admiration in the univerBesides, they are our outward consciences, sal 'orld, when the true and auncient prerogatiles And preachers to us all; admonishing,
and laws of the wars is not kept : if you would take That we should dress us fairly for our end.
the pains but to exainine the wars of Pompey tho Thus may we gather honey from the weed,
Great, you shall find, I warrant you, that there is And make a moral of the devil himself.
no tiddle taddie, or pibble pabble, in Pompey's Enter Erpingham.
camp; I warrant you, you shall find the ceremonies
of the wars, and the cares of it, and the forms of Good-morrow, old sir Thomas Erpingham: it, and the sobriety of it, and the modesty of it, to A good soft pillow for that good white head be otherwise. Were better than a churlish turf of France. Gow. Why, the enemy is loud; you heard him Erp. Not so, my liege; this lodging likes me all night. better,
Flu. If the enemy is an ass, and a fool, and a Since I may say-now lie I like a king.
prating coscomb, is it meet, think you, that we K. Hen. 'Tis good for men to love their present should also, look you, be an ass, and a fool, and a pains,
prating coxcomb; in your own conscience now? Upon example; so the spirit is eased :
Gow. I will speak lower. And, when ihe mind is quicken'd, out of doubt, Flu. I pray you, and beseech you, that you will, The organs, though defunct and dead before,
(Exeunt Gower and Fluellen. Break up their drowsy grave, and newly move With casted slough' and fresh legerity.
K. Hen. Though it appear a little out of fashion,
There is much care and valour in this Welshman.
Enter Bates, Court and Williams.
Court. Brother John Bates, is not that the mornGlo. We shall, my liege.
[Exe. Glo. and Bed. ing which breaks yonder ? Erp. Shall I attend your grace?
Bates. I think ii be: but we have no great cause K. Hen.
No, my good knight;
to desire the approach of day. Go with my brothers to my lords of England:
Will. We see yonder the beginning of the day, I and my bosom must debate a while,
but, I think, we shall never see the end of it. And then I would no other company.
Who goes there?
K. Ilen. A friend. Erp. The Lord in heaven bless thee, noble Harry!
Will. Under what captain serve you ?
K. Hen. Under sir Thomas Erpingham. K. Hen. God-a-mercy, old heart ! thou speakest cheerfully.
Will. A good old commander, and a most kind
gentleman: I pray you, what thinks he of our estate! Enter Pistol.
K. Hen. Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that Pist. Qui va là ?
look to be washed off the next tide. K. Hen. A friend.
Bates. He hath not told his thought to the king ? Pist. Discuss unto me; art thou officer;
K. Ilen. No; nor it is not meet he should. For, Or art thou base, common, and popular ? though I speak it to you, I think the king is but a K. Hen. I am a gentleman of a company. man, as I am: the violet smells to him, as it doth Pist. 'Trailest thou the puissant pike?
to me; the element shows to him, as it doth to me; K. Hen. Even so: What are you?
all his senses have but human conditions :' his cerePist. As good a gentleman as the emperor.
monies laid by, in his nakedness he appears but a K. Hen. Then you are better than the king. man; and though his affections are higher mounted
Pist. The king's a bawcock, and a heart of gold, than ours, yet, when they stoop, they stoop with A lad of life, an imp3 of fame;
the like wing; therefore, when he sees reason of of parents good, of fist most valiant:
fears, as we do, his fears, out of doubt, be of the I kiss his dirty shoe, and from my heart-strings same relish as ours are: Yet, in reason, no man I love the lovely bully. What's thy name? should possess him with any appearance of fear, lest K, Hen. Harry le Roy.
he, by showing it, should dishearten his army. Pist. Le Roy! a Cornish name: art thou of Baies. He may show what outward courage he Cornish crew ?
will: but, I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could K. Ilen. No, I am a Welshman.
wish himself in the 'Thames up to the neck; and so Pist. Knowest thou Fluellen?
I would he were, and I by him, at all adventures, K. Hen. Yes.
so we were quit here. Pist. Tell him, I'll knock his leek about his pate, K. Hen. By my troth, I will speak my conscience l'pon Saint Dary's day.
of the king; I think, he would not wish himself any K. Hen. Do not you wear your dagger in your where but where he is. cap that day, lest he knock that about yours.
Bates. Then 'would he were here alone; so Pist. Art thou his friend?
should he be sure to be ransomed, and a many poor K. Hen. And his kinsman too.
men's lives saved. Pist. The figo for thee then!
K. Hen. I dare say, you love him not so ill, lo K. Hen. I thank you: God be with you!
wish him here alone; howsoever you speak this, la Pist. My name is Pistol called.
[Exit. feel other men's minds: Methinks, I could not die (1) Slough is the skip which serpents annually (2) Lightness, nimbleness, inrow off.
(4) Agrees. (5) Qualities.
any where so contented, as in the king's company; K. Hen. I myself heard the king say, he would his cause being just, and his quarrel honourable. not be ransomed. Will. That's more than we know.
Wil. Ay, he said so, to make us fight cheerfully: Bates. Ay, or more than we should seek after; but, when our throats are cut, he may be ransomed, for we know enough, if we know we are the king's and we ne'er the wiser. subjects; if his cause be wrong, our obedience to K. Hen. If I live to see it, I will never trust his the king wipes the crime of it out of us.
word alter. Will. But, if the cause be not good, the king Will. 'Mass, you'll pay him then! That's a pehimself hath a heavy reckoning to make; when all rilous shot out of an elder gun, that a poor and prithose legs, and arms, and heads, chopped off in a vate displeasure can do against a monarch! you may battle, shall join together at the latter day,' and as well go about to turn the sun to ice, with fanning cry all-We died at such a place; some, swearing; in his face with a peacock's feather. You'll never some, crying for a surgeon; some, upon their wives trust his word after! come, 'tis a foolish saying! left poor behind them; some, upon the debts they K. Hen. Your reproof is something too round ;s owe; some, upon their children rawly? left. I am I should be angry with you, if the time were conafeard there are few die well, that die in battle ; venient. for how can they charitably dispose of any thing, Will. Let it be a quarrel between us, if you live. when blood is their argument ? Now, if these men K. Hen. I embrace it. do not die well, it will be a black matter for the Will. How shall I know thee again ? king that led them to it; whom to disobey, were K. Hen. Give me any gage of thine, and I will against all proportion of subjection.
wear it in my bonnet : then, if ever thou darest K. Hen. So, if a son, that is by his father sent acknowledge it, I will make it my quarrel. about merchandise, do sinfully miscarry upon the Will. Here's my glove ; give me another of thine. sea, the imputation of his wickedness, by your rule, K. Hen. There. should be imposed upon his father that sent him: or Will. This will I also wear in my cap: if ever if a servant, under his master's command, transport- thou come to me and say, after to-morrow, This is ing a sum of money, be assailed by robbers, and die my glove, by this hand, I will take thee a' box on in many irreconciled iniquities, you may call the the ear. business of the master the author of the servant's K. Hen. If ever I live to see it, I will challenge it. damnation :-But this is not so: the king is not Will. Thou darest as well be hanged. bound to answer the particular endings of his sol- K. Hen. Well, I will do it, though I take thee diers, the father of his son, nor the master of his in the king's company.. servant; for they purpose not their death, when Will. Keep thy word: fare thee well. they purpose their services. Besides, there is no Bates. Be friends, you English fools, be friends : king, be his cause never so spotless, if it come to we have French quarrels enough, if you could tell the arbitrement of swords, can try it out with all how to reckon. unspotted soldiers. Some, peradventure, have on K. Hen. Indeed, the French may lay twenty them the guilt of premeditated and contrived mur- French crowns to one, they will beat us; for they der; some, of beguiling virgins with the broken bear them on their shoulders : But it is no English seals of perjury; some, making the wars their bul- treason, to cut French crowns; and, to-morrow, wark, that have before gored the gentle bosom or the king himself will be a clipper. (Exe. Soldiers. peace with pillage and robbery. Now, if these men Upon the king ! let us our lives, our souls, have defeated the law, and out-run native punish- Our debts, our careful wives, our children, and inent," though they can outstrip men, they have no Our sins, lay on the king; we must bear all. wings to fly from God: war is his beadle, war is O hard condition ! twin-born with greatness, his vengeance ; so that here men are punished, for Subjécted to the breath of every fool, before-breach of the king's laws, in now the king's Whose sense no more can feel but his own wringing! quarrel: where they feared the death, they have What infinite heart's ease must kings neglect, borne life away; and where they would be safe, That private men enjoy ? they perish: Then if they die unprovided, no more And what have kings, that privates have not too, is the king guilty of their damnation, than he was Save ceremony, save general ceremony? before guilty of those impieties for the which they And what art ihou, thou idol ceremony? are now visited. Every subject's duty is the king's; What kind of god art thou, that suffer'st more but every subject's soul is his own. Therefore of mortal griefs, than do thy worshippers ? should every soldier in the wars do as every sick What are thy rents? what are thy comings-in ? man in his bed, wash every mote out of his con- O ceremony, show me but thy worth! science: and dying so, death is to him advantage; What is the soul of adoration ? or not dying, the time was blessedly lost, wherein Art thou aught else but place, degree, and form, such preparation was gained: and, in him that Creating awe and fear in other men ? escapes, it were not sin to think, that making God Wherein thou art less happy being fear'd so free an offer, he let him outlive that day to see Than they in searing. his greatness, and to teach others how they should What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, prepare.
But poison'd flattery? 'o, be sick, great greatness, Will. 'Tis certain, every man that dies ill, the And bid thy ceremony give thee cure ! ill is upon his own head, the king is not to answer Think'st thou, the fiery fever will go out for it.
With titles blown from adulation ? Bates. I do not desire he should answer for me; Will it give place to flexure and low bendi ? and yet I determine to fight lustily for him. Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggar's
kore, (1) The last day, the day of judgment. Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream, (2) Suddenly. (3) i. e. Punishment in their native country. (5) Too rough.
(4) To pay here signifies to bring to account, to (6) What is the real worth and intrinsic value punish.
of adoration ?'
That play'st so subtly with a king's repose ; Dau. Via !I-les eaux el la terre-
Orl. Rien puis ? l'air et le feu'Tis not the balm, the sceptre, and the ball,
Dau. Ciel! cousin Orleans.-
Now, my lord constable ! The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp
Con. Hark, how our steeds for present service That beats upon the high shore of this world,
neigh. No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony,
Dau. Mount them, and make incision in their Not all these, laid in bed majestical,
hides ; Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave;
That their hot blood may spin in English eyes, Who, with a body fll'd, and vacant mind, And dout them with superfluous courage : Ha! Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread; Ram. What, will you have them weep our Never sees horrid night, the child of hell;
horses' blood But, like a lackey, from the rise to set,
How shall we then behold their natural tears? Sweats in the eye of Phæbus, and all night
Enter a Messenger. Sleeps in Elysium; next day, after dawn, Doth rise, and help Hyperion to his horse; Mess. The English are embattled, you French And follows so the ever-running year,
peers. With profitable labour, to his grave:
Con. To horse, you gallant princes! straight to And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
horse ! Winding up days with toil, and nights with sleep, Do but behold yon poor and starved band, Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king. And your fair show shall suck away their souls, The slave, a member of the country's peace, Leaving them but the shales and husks of inen. Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots, There is not work enough for all our hands; What wateh the king keeps to maintain the peace, Scarçe blood enough in all their sickly veins, Whose hours the peasant best advantages.
To give each naked curtle-axe a stain,
That our French gallants shall to-day draw out, Enter Erpingham.
And sheath for lack of sport : let us but blow on Erp. My lord, your nobles, jealous of your ab- them, sence,
The vapour of our valour will o'erturn them. Seek through your camp to find you.
'Tis positive 'gainst all exceptions, lords, K. Hen.
Good old knight, That our superfluous lackeys, and our peasants Collect them all together at my tent :
Who, in unnecessary action, swarm I'll be before thee.
About our squares of battle,--were enough Erp.
I shall do't, my lord. (Exit. To purge this field of such a hildings foe; K. Hen. O God of battles! steel my soldiers' Though we, upon this mountain's basis by, hearts !
Took stand for idle speculation: Possess them not with fear; take from them now But that our honours must not. What's to say ? The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbers A very little little let us do, Pluck their hearts from them!-Not to-day, O Lord, And all is done. Then let the trumpets sound O not to-day, think not upon the fault
The tucket-sonuance, and the note to mount: My father made in compassing the crown! For our approach shall so much dare the field, I Richard's body have interred new;
That England shall crouch down in fear, and yield. And on it have bestow'd more contrite tears, Than from it issued forced drops of blood.
Enter Grandpré. Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay,
Grand. Why do you stay so long, my lords of Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up.
France ? Towards heaven, to pardon blood; and I have built Yon island carrions, desperate of their bones, Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests Ill-favour'dly become the morning field: Sing still for Richard's soul. More will I do: Their ragged curtains' poorly are let loose, Though all that I can do, is nothing worth ; And our air shakes them passing scornfully. Since that my penitence comes after all,
Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host, Imploring pardon.
And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps.
Their horsemen set like fixed candlesticks,
With torch-staves in their hand: and their poor jades Glo. My liege!
Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips ; K. Hen. My brother Gloster's voice ?-Ay; The gum down-roping from their pale-dead eyes ; I know thy errand, I will go with thee :
And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bít The day, my friends, and all things, stay for me. Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionless ;
(Exeunt. And their executors, the knavish crows,
Fly o'er them all, impatient for their hour. SCENE II.- The French camp. Enter Dauphin, Description cannot suit itself in words, Orleans, Rambures, and others.
To démonstrate the life of such a battle Orl. The sun doth gild our armour; up, my lords. In life so lifeless as it shows itself. Dau. Montez à cheva :-My horse! valet! lac- Con. They have said their prayers, and they stay quay! ha !
for death. Orl. O brave spirit !
Dau. Shall we go send them dinners, and fresh
suits, (1) Farced is stuffed. The tumid puffy titles with which a king's name is introduced.
(5) Mean, despicable. (2) The sun.
(6) The name of an introductory flourish on the (3) An old encouraging exclamation.
trumpet. (4) Do them out, extinguish them.
(7) Colours. (8) Ring.
And give their fasting horses provender,
Harry the king, Bedford, and Exeter, And after fight with them?
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloster,Con. I stay but for my guard; On; to the tield : Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd: I will the banner from a trumpet take,
This story shall the good man teach his son ; And use it for my haste. Come, come away!
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, The sun is high, and we outwear the day. [Ere. From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered : SCENE III.- The English camp. Enter the We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; English host; Gloster, Bedford, Exeter, Salis- For he, to-day that sheds his blood with me, bury, and Westmoreland.
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, Glo. Where is the king ?
This day shall gentle his condition : Bed. The king himself is rode to view their battle. And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, West. Or fighting men they have full threescore Shall think themselves accurs’d, they were not here; thousand.
And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks, Exe. There's five to one: besides, they all are That fought with us upon St. Crispin's day. fresh.
Sal. My sovereign lord, bestow yourself with If we no more meet, till we meet in heaven,
speed : Then, joyfully,-my noble lord of Bedford,
The French are bravely in their battles set, My dear lord Gloster, and my good lord Exeter,— And will with all expedience charge on us. And my kind kinsman,-warriors all, adieu !
K. Hen. All things are ready, if our minds be so. Bed. Farewell, good Salisbury; and good luck
West. Perish the man, whose mind is backward
now ! go with thee! Exe. Farewell, kind lord ; fight valiantly to-day:
K. Hen. Thou dost not wish more help from And yet I do thee wrong, to mind thee of it,
England, cousin ? For thou art fram'd of the firm truth of valour,
West. God's will, my liege, 'would you and I
[Exit Salisbury. Without more' help, might fight this battle out ! Bed. He is as full of valour, as of kindness : Princely in both.
K. Hen. Why, now thou hast unwish'd five
thousand men; West. O that we now had here
Which likes me better, than to wish us one. Enter King Henry.
You know your places: God be with you all! But one ten thousand of those men in England, That do no work to-day!
Tucket. Enter Montjoy. K. Hen.
What's he that wishes so? Mont. Once more I come to know of thee, king My cousin Westmoreland ?-No, my fuir cousin :
Harry, If we are mark'd to die, we are enough
If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound, To do our country loss; and if to live,
Before thy most assured overthrow: The fewer men, the greater share of honour. For, certainly, thou art so near the gulf, God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. Thou needs must be englutted.-Besides, in mercy, By Jove, I am not covetous for gold;
The constable desires thee thou wilt minds Nor care I, who doth feed upon my cost; Thy followers of repentance; that their souls It yearns' me pot, if men my garments wear; May make a peaceful and a sweet retire Such outward things dwell not in my desires : From off these fields, where (wretches) their poor But, if it be a sin to covet honour,
bodies I am the most offending soul alive.
Must lie and fester. No, 'faith, my coz, wish not a man from England: K. Hen.
Who hath sent thee now? God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour, Mont. The constable of France. As one man more, methinks, would share from me, K. Hen. I pray thee, bear my former answer back; For the best hope I have. 0, do not wish one more: Bid them achieve me, and then sell my bones. Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, Good God! why should they mock poor fellows That he, which hath no stomach to this fight,
thus ? Let him depart; his passport shall be made, The man, that once did sell the lion's skin And crowns for convoy put into his purse: While the beast liv'd, was kill'd with hunting him. We would not die in that man's company, A many of our bodies shall, no doubt, That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Find native graves; upon the which, I trust, 'This day is call'd-the feast of Crispian : Shall witness live in brasse of this day's work: He, that outlives this day, and comes safe home, And those that leave their valiant bones in France, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, Dying like men, though buried in your dunghills, And rouse him at the name of Crisplan.
They shall be fam’d; for there the sun shall greet He, that shall live this day, and see old
them, Will yearly on the vigil feast his friends,
And draw their honours reeking up to heaven; And say-to-morrow is Saint Crispian :
Leaving their earthly parts to choke your clime, Then will he strip his sleeve, and show his scars, The smell whereof shall breed a plague in France. And say, these wounds I had on Crispin's day. Mark then a bounding valour in our English; Old men forget ; yet all shall be forgot,
That, being dead, like to the bullet's grazing, But he'll remember, with advantages,
Break out into a second course of mischief,
(3) Gallantly. (4) Expedition. (5) Remind. (2) i. e. This day shall advance him to the rank (6) i. e. In brazen plates anciently let into tombof a gentleman.