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SCENE IV.

Re-enter EUCLIO, with the Pot of Money.
Eucl.
Well, by my faith, this shall accompany me
Where'er I go, I'll always bear it with me,
Nor will I ever trust it in such danger.—
(To Congrio, &c.)
Get ye all in, Cooks, Musick-Girls, and all;
Nay, you may introduce too a whole tribe
Of hirelings, if you will. Fry, stew, bake, boil,

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Make as much stir and bustle as you please.

Cong.
Faith in good time, when you have cleft our skulls.

Eucl.
Get you in, sirrah.—You was hired to work,
Not prate.

Cong.
Ha! are you there, old gentleman?
I shall expect you'll pay me for my bruises:
For I was hir'd to cook, not to be drubb'd.

Eucl.
The law is open: don't be troublesome.
Go, dress the supper,—or go hang yourself.

Cong.
Nay prithee go yourself, Sir, if you please.

[Congrio goes in.