Eunomia INTO Megadorus’s HOUSE. 
      I wonder (looking around) where that fellow Strobilus of
      mine is that I told to wait for me here. (pauses) Well,
      on thinking it over, if he’s doing something for me, it’s
      all wrong my finding fault with him. (turning toward
      Megadorus’s door) Now for the session that decides my fate.
          
                                                  [EXIT.

IV. 8.

    Scene 8.

    ENTER Strobilus WITH POT.

Strob.

Picis divitiis, qui aureos montes colunt, ego solus supero. nam istos reges ceteros memorare nolo, hominum mendicabula:  ego sum ille rex Philippus. o lepidum diem, nam ut dudum hinc abii, multo illo adveni prior multoque prius me conlocavi in arborem indeque spectabam aurum ubi abstrudebat senex.

(elated) Woodpeckers that haunt the Hills of Gold, eh!  I can buy ’em up my own single self.  As for the rest of your big kings—­not worth mentioning, poor beggarlets!  I am the great King Philip.  Oh, this is a grand day!  Why, after I left here a while ago I got there long before him and was up in a tree long before he came:  and from there I spotted where the old chap hid the stuff.

ubi ille abiit, ego me dorsum duco de arbore, exfodio aulam auri plenam. inde ex eo loco video recipere se senem; ille me non videt, 710 nam ego declinavi paululum me extra viam. attat, eccum ipsum. ibo ut hoc condam domum.

After he’d gone I scrabbled down, dug up the pot full of gold!  Then I saw him coming back from the place; he didn’t see me, though.  I slipped off a bit to one side of the road (looking down street) Aha! there he comes!  I’ll home and tuck this out of sight. [EXIT Strobilus.

IV. 9.

Scene 9.

ENTER Euclio FRANTIC.

Eucl.

Perii interii occidi. quo curram? quo non curram? tene, tene.
quem? quis?
nescio, nil video, caecus eo atque equidem quo eam aut ubi sim
aut qui sim
nequeo cum animo certum investigare. obsecro vos ego, mi auxilio,
oro obtestor, sitis et hominem demonstretis, quis eam abstulerit.

(running wildly back and forth) I’m ruined, I’m killed, I’m murdered!  Where shall I run?  Where shan’t I run?  Stop thief!  Stop thief!  What thief?  Who?  I don’t know!  I can’t see!  I’m all in the dark!  Yes, yes, and where I’m going, or where I am, or who I am—­oh, I can’t tell, I can’t think! (to audience) Help, help, for heaven’s sake, I beg you, I implore you!  Show the man that took it.

quid est? quid ridetis? novi omnes, scio fures esse hic complures,
qui vestitu et creta occultant sese atque sedent quasi sint frugi.
quid ais tu? tibi credere certum est, nam esse bonum ex voltu
cognosco.
hem, nemo habet horum? occidisti.
dic igitur, quis habet? nescis? 720