ubi ille abiit, ego me dorsum duco de arbore, exfodio aulam auri plenam. inde ex eo loco video recipere se senem; ille me non videt, 710 nam ego declinavi paululum me extra viam. attat, eccum ipsum. ibo ut hoc condam domum. After he’d gone I scrabbled down, dug up the pot full of gold! Then I saw him coming back from the place; he didn’t see me, though. I slipped off a bit to one side of the road (_looking down street_) Aha! there he comes! I’ll home and tuck this out of sight. [EXIT _Strobilus_. IV. 9. Scene 9. ENTER _Euclio_ FRANTIC. _Eucl._ Perii interii occidi. quo curram? quo non curram? tene, tene. quem? quis? nescio, nil video, caecus eo atque equidem quo eam aut ubi sim aut qui sim nequeo cum animo certum investigare. obsecro vos ego, mi auxilio, oro obtestor, sitis et hominem demonstretis, quis eam abstulerit. (_running wildly back and forth_) I’m ruined, I’m killed, I’m murdered! Where shall I run? Where shan’t I run? Stop thief! Stop thief! What thief? Who? I don’t know! I can’t see! I’m all in the dark! Yes, yes, and where I’m going, or where I am, or who I am--oh, I can’t tell, I can’t think! (_to audience_) Help, help, for heaven’s sake, I beg you, I implore you! Show the man that took it. quid est? quid ridetis? novi omnes, scio fures esse hic complures, qui vestitu et creta occultant sese atque sedent quasi sint frugi. quid ais tu? tibi credere certum est, nam esse bonum ex voltu cognosco. hem, nemo habet horum? occidisti. dic igitur, quis habet? nescis? 720 Eh, what’s that? What are you grinning for? I know you, the whole lot of you! I know there are thieves here, plenty of ’em, that cover themselves up in dapper clothes and sit still as if they were honest men. (_to a spectator_) You, sir, what do you say? I’ll trust you, I will, I will. Yes, you’re a worthy gentleman, I can tell it from your face. Ha! none of them has it? Oh, you’ve killed me! Tell me, who has got it, then? You don’t know? heu me miserum, misere perii, male perditus, pessime ornatus eo: tantum gemiti et mali maestitiaeque hic dies mi optulit, famem et pauperiem. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! I’m a ruined man! I’m lost, lost! Oh, what a plight! Oh, such a cruel, disastrous, dismal day-- it’s made a starveling of me, a pauper! perditissimus ego sum omnium in terra; nam quid mi opust vita, qui tantum auri perdidi, quod concustodivi sedulo? egomet me defraudavi animumque meum geniumque meum; nunc eo alii laetificantur meo malo et damno. pati nequeo.