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MADAME PERNELLE and FLIPOTTE, her servant; ELMIRE, MARIANE, CLEANTE, DAMIS, DORINE<\/p>\r\nMADAME PERNELLE<\/span>\r\nCome, come, Flipotte, and let me get away.<\/span>\r\n\r\nELMIRE<\/span>\r\nYou hurry so, I hardly can attend you.<\/span>\r\n\r\nMADAME PERNELLE<\/span>\r\nThen don't, my daughter-in law. Stay where you are.<\/span>\r\nI can dispense with your polite attentions.<\/span>\r\n\r\nELMIRE<\/span>\r\nWe're only paying what is due you, mother.<\/span>\r\nWhy must you go away in such a hurry?<\/span>\r\n\r\nMADAME PERNELLE<\/span>\r\nBecause I can't endure your carryings-on,<\/span>\r\nAnd no one takes the slightest pains to please me.<\/span>\r\nI leave your house, I tell you, quite disgusted;<\/span>\r\nYou do the opposite of my instructions;<\/span>\r\nYou've no respect for anything; each one<\/span>\r\nMust have his say; it's perfect pandemonium.<\/span>\r\n\r\nDORINE<\/span>\r\nIf . . .<\/span>\r\n\r\nMADAME PERNELLE<\/span>\r\nYou're a servant wench, my girl, and much<\/span>\r\nToo full of gab, and too impertinent<\/span>\r\nAnd free with your advice on all occasions.<\/span>\r\n\r\nDAMIS<\/span>\r\nBut . . .<\/span>\r\n\r\nMADAME PERNELLE<\/span>\r\nYou're a fool, my boy\u2014f, o, o, l<\/span>\r\nJust spells your name. Let grandma tell you that<\/span>\r\nI've said a hundred times to my poor son,<\/span>\r\nYour father, that you'd never come to good<\/span>\r\nOr give him anything but plague and torment.<\/span>\r\n\r\nMARIANE<\/span>\r\nI think . . .<\/span>\r\n\r\nMADAME PERNELLE<\/span>\r\nO dearie me, his little sister!<\/span>\r\nYou're all demureness, butter wouldn't melt<\/span>\r\nIn your mouth, one would think to look at you.<\/span>\r\nStill waters, though, they say . . . you know the proverb;<\/span>\r\nAnd I don't like your doings on the sly.<\/span>\r\n\r\nELMIRE<\/span>\r\nBut, mother . . .<\/span>\r\n\r\nMADAME PERNELLE<\/span>\r\nDaughter, by your leave, your conduct<\/span>\r\nIn everything is altogether wrong;<\/span>\r\nYou ought to set a good example for 'em;<\/span>\r\nTheir dear departed mother did much better.<\/span>\r\nYou are extravagant; and it offends me,<\/span>\r\nTo see you always decked out like a princess.<\/span>\r\nA woman who would please her husband's eyes<\/span>\r\nAlone, wants no such wealth of fineries.<\/span>\r\n\r\nCLEANTE<\/span>\r\nBut, madam, after all . . .<\/span>\r\n\r\nMADAME PERNELLE<\/span>\r\nSir, as for you,<\/span>\r\nThe lady's brother, I esteem you highly,<\/span>\r\nLove and respect you. But, sir, all the same,<\/span>\r\nIf I were in my son's, her husband's, place,<\/span>\r\nI'd urgently entreat you not to come<\/span>\r\nWithin our doors. You preach a way of living<\/span>\r\nThat decent people cannot tolerate.<\/span>\r\nI'm rather frank with you; but that's my way\u2014<\/span>\r\nI don't mince matters, when I mean a thing.<\/span>\r\n\r\nDAMIS<\/span>\r\nMr. Tartuffe, your friend, is mighty lucky . . .<\/span>\r\n\r\nMADAME PERNELLE<\/span>\r\nHe is a holy man, and must be heeded;<\/span>\r\nI can't endure, with any show of patience,<\/span>\r\nTo hear a scatterbrains like you attack him.<\/span>\r\n\r\nDAMIS<\/span>\r\nWhat! Shall I let a bigot criticaster<\/span>\r\nCome and usurp a tyrant's power here?<\/span>\r\nAnd shall we never dare amuse ourselves<\/span>\r\nTill this fine gentleman deigns to consent?<\/span>\r\n\r\nDORINE<\/span>\r\nIf we must hark to him, and heed his maxims,<\/span>\r\nThere's not a thing we do but what's a crime;<\/span>\r\nHe censures everything, this zealous carper.<\/span>\r\n\r\nMADAME PERNELLE<\/span>\r\nAnd all he censures is well censured, too.<\/span>\r\nHe wants to guide you on the way to heaven;<\/span>\r\nMy son should train you all to love him well.<\/span>\r\n\r\nDAMIS<\/span>\r\nNo, madam, look you, nothing\u2014not my father<\/span>\r\nNor anything\u2014can make me tolerate him.<\/span>\r\nI should belie my feelings not to say so.<\/span>\r\nHis actions rouse my wrath at every turn;<\/span>\r\nAnd I foresee that there must come of it<\/span>\r\nAn open rupture with this sneaking scoundrel.<\/span>\r\n\r\nDORINE<\/span>\r\nBesides, 'tis downright scandalous to see<\/span>\r\nThis unknown upstart master of the house\u2014<\/span>\r\nThis vagabond, who hadn't, when he came,<\/span>\r\nShoes to his feet, or clothing worth six farthings,<\/span>\r\nAnd who so far forgets his place, as now<\/span>\r\nTo censure everything, and rule the roost!<\/span>\r\n\r\nMADAME PERNELLE<\/span>\r\nEh! Mercy sakes alive! Things would go better<\/span>\r\nIf all were governed by his pious orders.<\/span>\r\n\r\nDORINE<\/span>\r\nHe passes for a saint in your opinion.<\/span>\r\nIn fact, he's nothing but a hypocrite.<\/span>\r\n\r\nMADAME PERNELLE<\/span>\r\nJust listen to her tongue!<\/span>\r\n\r\nDORINE<\/span>\r\nI wouldn't trust him,<\/span>\r\nNor yet his Lawrence, without bonds and surety.<\/span>\r\n\r\nMADAME PERNELLE<\/span>\r\nI don't know what the servant's character<\/span>\r\nMay be; but I can guarantee the master<\/span>\r\nA holy man. You hate him and reject him<\/span>\r\nBecause he tells home truths to all of you.<\/span>\r\n'Tis sin alone that moves his heart to anger,<\/span>\r\nAnd heaven's interest is his only motive.<\/span>\r\n\r\nDORINE<\/span>\r\nOf course. But why, especially of late,<\/span>\r\nCan he let nobody come near the house?<\/span>\r\nIs heaven offended at a civil call<\/span>\r\nThat he should make so great a fuss about it?<\/span>\r\nI'll tell you, if you like, just what I think;<\/span>\r\n(Pointing to Elmire)<\/span>\r\nUpon my word, he's jealous of our mistress.<\/span>\r\n\r\nMADAME PERNELLE<\/span>\r\nYou hold your tongue, and think what you are saying.<\/span>\r\nHe's not alone in censuring these visits;<\/span>\r\nThe turmoil that attends your sort of people,<\/span>\r\nTheir carriages forever at the door,<\/span>\r\nAnd all their noisy footmen, flocked together,<\/span>\r\nAnnoy the neighbourhood, and raise a scandal.<\/span>\r\nI'd gladly think there's nothing really wrong;<\/span>\r\nBut it makes talk; and that's not as it should be.<\/span>\r\n\r\nCLEANTE<\/span>\r\nEh! madam, can you hope to keep folk's tongues<\/span>\r\nFrom wagging? It would be a grievous thing<\/span>\r\nIf, for the fear of idle talk about us,<\/span>\r\nWe had to sacrifice our friends. No, no;<\/span>\r\nEven if we could bring ourselves to do it,<\/span>\r\nThink you that everyone would then be silenced?<\/span>\r\nAgainst backbiting there is no defence<\/span>\r\nSo let us try to live in innocence,<\/span>\r\nTo silly tattle pay no heed at all,<\/span>\r\nAnd leave the gossips free to vent their gall.<\/span>\r\n\r\nDORINE<\/span>\r\nOur neighbour Daphne, and her little husband,<\/span>\r\nMust be the ones who slander us, I'm thinking.<\/span>\r\nThose whose own conduct's most ridiculous,<\/span>\r\nAre always quickest to speak ill of others;<\/span>\r\nThey never fail to seize at once upon<\/span>\r\nThe slightest hint of any love affair,<\/span>\r\nAnd spread the news of it with glee, and give it<\/span>\r\nThe character they'd have the world believe in.<\/span>\r\nBy others' actions, painted in their colours,<\/span>\r\nThey hope to justify their own; they think,<\/span>\r\nIn the false hope of some resemblance, either<\/span>\r\nTo make their own intrigues seem innocent,<\/span>\r\nOr else to make their neighbours share the blame<\/span>\r\nWhich they are loaded with by everybody.<\/span>\r\n\r\nMADAME PERNELLE<\/span>\r\nThese arguments are nothing to the purpose.<\/span>\r\nOrante, we all know, lives a perfect life;<\/span>\r\nHer thoughts are all of heaven; and I have heard<\/span>\r\nThat she condemns the company you keep.<\/span>\r\n\r\nDORINE<\/span>\r\nO admirable pattern! Virtuous dame!<\/span>\r\nShe lives the model of austerity;<\/span>\r\nBut age has brought this piety upon her,<\/span>\r\nAnd she's a prude, now she can't help herself.<\/span>\r\nAs long as she could capture men's attentions<\/span>\r\nShe made the most of her advantages;<\/span>\r\nBut, now she sees her beauty vanishing,<\/span>\r\nShe wants to leave the world, that's leaving her,<\/span>\r\nAnd in the specious veil of haughty virtue<\/span>\r\nShe'd hide the weakness of her worn-out charms.<\/span>\r\nThat is the way with all your old coquettes;<\/span>\r\nThey find it hard to see their lovers leave 'em;<\/span>\r\nAnd thus abandoned, their forlorn estate<\/span>\r\nCan find no occupation but a prude's.<\/span>\r\nThese pious dames, in their austerity,<\/span>\r\nMust carp at everything, and pardon nothing.<\/span>\r\nThey loudly blame their neighbours' way of living,<\/span>\r\nNot for religion's sake, but out of envy,<\/span>\r\nBecause they can't endure to see another<\/span>\r\nEnjoy the pleasures age has weaned them from.<\/span>\r\n\r\nMADAME PERNELLE (to Elmire)<\/span>\r\nThere! That's the kind of rigmarole to please you,<\/span>\r\nDaughter-in-law. One never has a chance<\/span>\r\nTo get a word in edgewise, at your house,<\/span>\r\nBecause this lady holds the floor all day;<\/span>\r\nBut none the less, I mean to have my say, too.<\/span>\r\nI tell you that my son did nothing wiser<\/span>\r\nIn all his life, than take this godly man<\/span>\r\nInto his household; heaven sent him here,<\/span>\r\nIn your great need, to make you all repent;<\/span>\r\nFor your salvation, you must hearken to him;<\/span>\r\nHe censures nothing but deserves his censure.<\/span>\r\nThese visits, these assemblies, and these balls,<\/span>\r\nAre all inventions of the evil spirit.<\/span>\r\nYou never hear a word of godliness<\/span>\r\nAt them\u2014but idle cackle, nonsense, flimflam.<\/span>\r\nOur neighbour often comes in for a share,<\/span>\r\nThe talk flies fast, and scandal fills the air;<\/span>\r\nIt makes a sober person's head go round,<\/span>\r\nAt these assemblies, just to hear the sound<\/span>\r\nOf so much gab, with not a word to say;<\/span>\r\nAnd as a learned man remarked one day<\/span>\r\nMost aptly, 'tis the Tower of Babylon,<\/span>\r\nWhere all, beyond all limit, babble on.<\/span>\r\nAnd just to tell you how this point came in . . .<\/span>\r\n\r\n(To Cleante)<\/span>\r\nSo! Now the gentlemen must snicker, must he?<\/span>\r\nGo find fools like yourself to make you laugh<\/span>\r\nAnd don't . . .<\/span>\r\n\r\n(To Elmire)<\/span>\r\nDaughter, good-bye; not one word more.<\/span>\r\nAs for this house, I leave the half unsaid;<\/span>\r\nBut I shan't soon set foot in it again,<\/span>\r\n\r\n(Cuffing Flipotte)<\/span>\r\nCome, you! What makes you dream and stand agape,<\/span>\r\nHussy! I'll warm your ears in proper shape!<\/span>\r\nMarch, trollop, march!<\/span>\r\n\r\n<\/div>","rendered":"

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MADAME PERNELLE and FLIPOTTE, her servant; ELMIRE, MARIANE, CLEANTE, DAMIS, DORINE<\/p>\n

MADAME PERNELLE<\/span>
\nCome, come, Flipotte, and let me get away.<\/span><\/p>\n

ELMIRE<\/span>
\nYou hurry so, I hardly can attend you.<\/span><\/p>\n

MADAME PERNELLE<\/span>
\nThen don’t, my daughter-in law. Stay where you are.<\/span>
\nI can dispense with your polite attentions.<\/span><\/p>\n

ELMIRE<\/span>
\nWe’re only paying what is due you, mother.<\/span>
\nWhy must you go away in such a hurry?<\/span><\/p>\n

MADAME PERNELLE<\/span>
\nBecause I can’t endure your carryings-on,<\/span>
\nAnd no one takes the slightest pains to please me.<\/span>
\nI leave your house, I tell you, quite disgusted;<\/span>
\nYou do the opposite of my instructions;<\/span>
\nYou’ve no respect for anything; each one<\/span>
\nMust have his say; it’s perfect pandemonium.<\/span><\/p>\n

DORINE<\/span>
\nIf . . .<\/span><\/p>\n

MADAME PERNELLE<\/span>
\nYou’re a servant wench, my girl, and much<\/span>
\nToo full of gab, and too impertinent<\/span>
\nAnd free with your advice on all occasions.<\/span><\/p>\n

DAMIS<\/span>
\nBut . . .<\/span><\/p>\n

MADAME PERNELLE<\/span>
\nYou’re a fool, my boy\u2014f, o, o, l<\/span>
\nJust spells your name. Let grandma tell you that<\/span>
\nI’ve said a hundred times to my poor son,<\/span>
\nYour father, that you’d never come to good<\/span>
\nOr give him anything but plague and torment.<\/span><\/p>\n

MARIANE<\/span>
\nI think . . .<\/span><\/p>\n

MADAME PERNELLE<\/span>
\nO dearie me, his little sister!<\/span>
\nYou’re all demureness, butter wouldn’t melt<\/span>
\nIn your mouth, one would think to look at you.<\/span>
\nStill waters, though, they say . . . you know the proverb;<\/span>
\nAnd I don’t like your doings on the sly.<\/span><\/p>\n

ELMIRE<\/span>
\nBut, mother . . .<\/span><\/p>\n

MADAME PERNELLE<\/span>
\nDaughter, by your leave, your conduct<\/span>
\nIn everything is altogether wrong;<\/span>
\nYou ought to set a good example for ’em;<\/span>
\nTheir dear departed mother did much better.<\/span>
\nYou are extravagant; and it offends me,<\/span>
\nTo see you always decked out like a princess.<\/span>
\nA woman who would please her husband’s eyes<\/span>
\nAlone, wants no such wealth of fineries.<\/span><\/p>\n

CLEANTE<\/span>
\nBut, madam, after all . . .<\/span><\/p>\n

MADAME PERNELLE<\/span>
\nSir, as for you,<\/span>
\nThe lady’s brother, I esteem you highly,<\/span>
\nLove and respect you. But, sir, all the same,<\/span>
\nIf I were in my son’s, her husband’s, place,<\/span>
\nI’d urgently entreat you not to come<\/span>
\nWithin our doors. You preach a way of living<\/span>
\nThat decent people cannot tolerate.<\/span>
\nI’m rather frank with you; but that’s my way\u2014<\/span>
\nI don’t mince matters, when I mean a thing.<\/span><\/p>\n

DAMIS<\/span>
\nMr. Tartuffe, your friend, is mighty lucky . . .<\/span><\/p>\n

MADAME PERNELLE<\/span>
\nHe is a holy man, and must be heeded;<\/span>
\nI can’t endure, with any show of patience,<\/span>
\nTo hear a scatterbrains like you attack him.<\/span><\/p>\n

DAMIS<\/span>
\nWhat! Shall I let a bigot criticaster<\/span>
\nCome and usurp a tyrant’s power here?<\/span>
\nAnd shall we never dare amuse ourselves<\/span>
\nTill this fine gentleman deigns to consent?<\/span><\/p>\n

DORINE<\/span>
\nIf we must hark to him, and heed his maxims,<\/span>
\nThere’s not a thing we do but what’s a crime;<\/span>
\nHe censures everything, this zealous carper.<\/span><\/p>\n

MADAME PERNELLE<\/span>
\nAnd all he censures is well censured, too.<\/span>
\nHe wants to guide you on the way to heaven;<\/span>
\nMy son should train you all to love him well.<\/span><\/p>\n

DAMIS<\/span>
\nNo, madam, look you, nothing\u2014not my father<\/span>
\nNor anything\u2014can make me tolerate him.<\/span>
\nI should belie my feelings not to say so.<\/span>
\nHis actions rouse my wrath at every turn;<\/span>
\nAnd I foresee that there must come of it<\/span>
\nAn open rupture with this sneaking scoundrel.<\/span><\/p>\n

DORINE<\/span>
\nBesides, ’tis downright scandalous to see<\/span>
\nThis unknown upstart master of the house\u2014<\/span>
\nThis vagabond, who hadn’t, when he came,<\/span>
\nShoes to his feet, or clothing worth six farthings,<\/span>
\nAnd who so far forgets his place, as now<\/span>
\nTo censure everything, and rule the roost!<\/span><\/p>\n

MADAME PERNELLE<\/span>
\nEh! Mercy sakes alive! Things would go better<\/span>
\nIf all were governed by his pious orders.<\/span><\/p>\n

DORINE<\/span>
\nHe passes for a saint in your opinion.<\/span>
\nIn fact, he’s nothing but a hypocrite.<\/span><\/p>\n

MADAME PERNELLE<\/span>
\nJust listen to her tongue!<\/span><\/p>\n

DORINE<\/span>
\nI wouldn’t trust him,<\/span>
\nNor yet his Lawrence, without bonds and surety.<\/span><\/p>\n

MADAME PERNELLE<\/span>
\nI don’t know what the servant’s character<\/span>
\nMay be; but I can guarantee the master<\/span>
\nA holy man. You hate him and reject him<\/span>
\nBecause he tells home truths to all of you.<\/span>
\n‘Tis sin alone that moves his heart to anger,<\/span>
\nAnd heaven’s interest is his only motive.<\/span><\/p>\n

DORINE<\/span>
\nOf course. But why, especially of late,<\/span>
\nCan he let nobody come near the house?<\/span>
\nIs heaven offended at a civil call<\/span>
\nThat he should make so great a fuss about it?<\/span>
\nI’ll tell you, if you like, just what I think;<\/span>
\n(Pointing to Elmire)<\/span>
\nUpon my word, he’s jealous of our mistress.<\/span><\/p>\n

MADAME PERNELLE<\/span>
\nYou hold your tongue, and think what you are saying.<\/span>
\nHe’s not alone in censuring these visits;<\/span>
\nThe turmoil that attends your sort of people,<\/span>
\nTheir carriages forever at the door,<\/span>
\nAnd all their noisy footmen, flocked together,<\/span>
\nAnnoy the neighbourhood, and raise a scandal.<\/span>
\nI’d gladly think there’s nothing really wrong;<\/span>
\nBut it makes talk; and that’s not as it should be.<\/span><\/p>\n

CLEANTE<\/span>
\nEh! madam, can you hope to keep folk’s tongues<\/span>
\nFrom wagging? It would be a grievous thing<\/span>
\nIf, for the fear of idle talk about us,<\/span>
\nWe had to sacrifice our friends. No, no;<\/span>
\nEven if we could bring ourselves to do it,<\/span>
\nThink you that everyone would then be silenced?<\/span>
\nAgainst backbiting there is no defence<\/span>
\nSo let us try to live in innocence,<\/span>
\nTo silly tattle pay no heed at all,<\/span>
\nAnd leave the gossips free to vent their gall.<\/span><\/p>\n

DORINE<\/span>
\nOur neighbour Daphne, and her little husband,<\/span>
\nMust be the ones who slander us, I’m thinking.<\/span>
\nThose whose own conduct’s most ridiculous,<\/span>
\nAre always quickest to speak ill of others;<\/span>
\nThey never fail to seize at once upon<\/span>
\nThe slightest hint of any love affair,<\/span>
\nAnd spread the news of it with glee, and give it<\/span>
\nThe character they’d have the world believe in.<\/span>
\nBy others’ actions, painted in their colours,<\/span>
\nThey hope to justify their own; they think,<\/span>
\nIn the false hope of some resemblance, either<\/span>
\nTo make their own intrigues seem innocent,<\/span>
\nOr else to make their neighbours share the blame<\/span>
\nWhich they are loaded with by everybody.<\/span><\/p>\n

MADAME PERNELLE<\/span>
\nThese arguments are nothing to the purpose.<\/span>
\nOrante, we all know, lives a perfect life;<\/span>
\nHer thoughts are all of heaven; and I have heard<\/span>
\nThat she condemns the company you keep.<\/span><\/p>\n

DORINE<\/span>
\nO admirable pattern! Virtuous dame!<\/span>
\nShe lives the model of austerity;<\/span>
\nBut age has brought this piety upon her,<\/span>
\nAnd she’s a prude, now she can’t help herself.<\/span>
\nAs long as she could capture men’s attentions<\/span>
\nShe made the most of her advantages;<\/span>
\nBut, now she sees her beauty vanishing,<\/span>
\nShe wants to leave the world, that’s leaving her,<\/span>
\nAnd in the specious veil of haughty virtue<\/span>
\nShe’d hide the weakness of her worn-out charms.<\/span>
\nThat is the way with all your old coquettes;<\/span>
\nThey find it hard to see their lovers leave ’em;<\/span>
\nAnd thus abandoned, their forlorn estate<\/span>
\nCan find no occupation but a prude’s.<\/span>
\nThese pious dames, in their austerity,<\/span>
\nMust carp at everything, and pardon nothing.<\/span>
\nThey loudly blame their neighbours’ way of living,<\/span>
\nNot for religion’s sake, but out of envy,<\/span>
\nBecause they can’t endure to see another<\/span>
\nEnjoy the pleasures age has weaned them from.<\/span><\/p>\n

MADAME PERNELLE (to Elmire)<\/span>
\nThere! That’s the kind of rigmarole to please you,<\/span>
\nDaughter-in-law. One never has a chance<\/span>
\nTo get a word in edgewise, at your house,<\/span>
\nBecause this lady holds the floor all day;<\/span>
\nBut none the less, I mean to have my say, too.<\/span>
\nI tell you that my son did nothing wiser<\/span>
\nIn all his life, than take this godly man<\/span>
\nInto his household; heaven sent him here,<\/span>
\nIn your great need, to make you all repent;<\/span>
\nFor your salvation, you must hearken to him;<\/span>
\nHe censures nothing but deserves his censure.<\/span>
\nThese visits, these assemblies, and these balls,<\/span>
\nAre all inventions of the evil spirit.<\/span>
\nYou never hear a word of godliness<\/span>
\nAt them\u2014but idle cackle, nonsense, flimflam.<\/span>
\nOur neighbour often comes in for a share,<\/span>
\nThe talk flies fast, and scandal fills the air;<\/span>
\nIt makes a sober person’s head go round,<\/span>
\nAt these assemblies, just to hear the sound<\/span>
\nOf so much gab, with not a word to say;<\/span>
\nAnd as a learned man remarked one day<\/span>
\nMost aptly, ’tis the Tower of Babylon,<\/span>
\nWhere all, beyond all limit, babble on.<\/span>
\nAnd just to tell you how this point came in . . .<\/span><\/p>\n

(To Cleante)<\/span>
\nSo! Now the gentlemen must snicker, must he?<\/span>
\nGo find fools like yourself to make you laugh<\/span>
\nAnd don’t . . .<\/span><\/p>\n

(To Elmire)<\/span>
\nDaughter, good-bye; not one word more.<\/span>
\nAs for this house, I leave the half unsaid;<\/span>
\nBut I shan’t soon set foot in it again,<\/span><\/p>\n

(Cuffing Flipotte)<\/span>
\nCome, you! What makes you dream and stand agape,<\/span>
\nHussy! I’ll warm your ears in proper shape!<\/span>
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