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SCENE II.
Enter EUCLIO from the Temple of Faith.Good Faith, discover not to any one,
That here my gold is plac'd: I have no fear,
That any one will find it, it is lodg'd
So privily.—On my troth, if any one
Should find this Pot cramm'd full of gold, he'd have
A charming booty on't: but I beseech you,
Prevent it, Faith.—Now will I go and bathe,
That I may sacrifice, and not detain
My son-in-law, but soon as he demands her
He may espouse my girl, and bring her home.
Look to't again, Faith, and again, that I
May bear my gold off, safe as I have left it,
Lodg'd in your temple, trusted to your faith.
[Exit.
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