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SCENE I.
Enter STROBILUS, with the Pot of Money.The Griffins, dwelling on the golden mountains,
Are not so rich as I.—Of other kings
I speak not, beggarly, poor, abject fellows,—
I am king Philip's self.—Fine day for me!
Parting from hence, I got there long before him,
Climb'd up a tree, and waited to observe
Where the old fellow would conceal his treasure.
When he was gone, down slid I from the tree,
And dug this Pot up full of gold:—I then
Saw him come back to the same place again;
But me he saw not, for I turn'd a little
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I'll go, and lay this Pot up safe at home.
[Exit.
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