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SCENE IV.

EUCLIO
alone.
I am vex'd,
Whenever I'm oblig'd to be from home.
I don't care to go out;—but now I must.
The master of our ward has given notice,
He shall distribute money to each family.
If I forego my share, and don't put in for it,
They will suspect I have an hoard at home:
For 'tis not likely a poor man would slight
The smallest sum, and not make application.
Nay now indeed, maugre my utmost pains
To hide it from the knowledge of each soul,
Yet ev'ry one seems to be in the secret;
They're so much civiller than they us'd to be;
They come up to me, take me by the hand,
Ask how I do, and what I am upon.—
Well,—but I'll go now whither I was going,
And make haste back again as fast as possible.

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