University of Virginia Library

SCENE II.

Enter EUCLIO.
I'm dead! kill'd! murder'd!—Whither shall I run?
Whither not run?—Stop thief! stop thief!—Who? what?
I know not,—I see nothing,—I walk blind,—
I cannot tell for certain where I'm going,
Or where I am, or who I am.
(To the Spectators.)
Good people,
I pray you, I implore you, I beseech you,
Lend me your help,—shew me the man that took it.
See! in the garb of innocent white they skulk,
And sit as they were honest.—
(To one of the Spectators)
What say You?—
I will believe You:—You're an honest fellow,—
I read it in your countenance.—How's this?—
What do you laugh at?—O, I know you all;
I know, that there are many thieves among you.—
Hey!—none of you have got it?—I am slain!—
Tell me, who has it then?—You do not know!
Ah me! ah woe is me! I'm lost! I'm ruin'd!
Wholly undone! in a most vile condition!
Such grief, such groaning, has this day brought on me,
Hunger and poverty!—I am a wretch,
The vilest wretch on earth!—Oh, what have I
To do with life, depriv'd of such a treasure?
A treasure, that I kept so carefully,
And robb'd myself of comfort!—Others now
Rejoice through my mishap, and make them merry
At my expence.—Oh! Oh! I cannot bear it.

(Runs about crying, stamping, &c.