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SCENE III.

STROBILUS,
from his lurking-place.
What did I hear him say?—Immortal Gods!
That he had hid a Pot brimful of gold
Here in this temple.—I beseech you, Faith,
Be not to him more faithful than to me.—
This is the father, if I don't mistake
Of her my master is enamour'd with.
I'll in, and rummage the whole temple o'er
To find this treasure, now that he's employ'd.—
If I do find it, Faith, I'll offer to you
A gallon full of wine, and faithful measure.—
I'll offer,—but I'll drink it all myself.

[Goes to the Temple of Faith.