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pay for a perusal. Strobilus assumes all the independence of one 

 entirely free from blame ; and when charged with the theft imme- 

 diately asks : 



What have I stol'n of your's ? 



EUCL. Restore it to me. 



STROB. Restore it ! what ? 



EUCL. D'ye ask ? 



STROB. I've taken nothing. 



EUCL. Come, give me what you've got. 



STROB. What are you at ? 



EUCL. What am I at ? you shall not carry it off. 



STROB. What is it you would have ? 



EUCL. Come, lay it down. 



STROB. Why we have laid no wager, that I know of. 



EUCL. Come, come, no joking ; lay it down^ I say. 



STROB. What must I lay down? tell me, name it to me, 

 I have not touched, or taken anything. 



EUCL. Shew me your hands. 



STROB. Here they are. 



EUCL. Shew them to me. 



STROB. Why here they are. 



EUCL. I see. Shew me your third hand, 



STROB. (aside.} Sure the old fellow's crazy ; he's bewitched. 

 Prithee now don't you use me very ill ? 



EUCL. Very ill truly, not to have you hanged, 

 Which I will do if now you don't confess. 



STROB. Don't confess what ? 



EUCL. What did you take from hence ? 



STROB. May I be curs'd if I took anything 

 Belonging to you, or desired it, I. 



EUCL. Come, come, pull off your cloak. 



STROB. (pulling it off.) Just as you please. 



EUCL. You may have hid it underneath your clothes. 



STROB. Search where you will. 



EUCL. (aside.) The rogue, how civil he is, 

 That I may not suspect ! I know his tricks. 

 Once more shew me your right hand. 



STROB. Here it is. 



EUCL. Well, now shew me your left. 



STROB. There they are both. 



EUCL. I will search no further, give it me. 



STROB. What must I give you ? 



EUCL. Psha ! don't trifle with me. 



You certainly have got it. 



STROB. Got ! got what ? 



EUCL. So, you would have me name it ; but I will not. 

 Restore whatever you have got of mine. 



STROB. You're mad sure. You'have searched me at your pleasure, 

 And you have found nothing of your's upon me. 



EUCL. Stay, stay, who was that other with you yonder? 

 (aside.) I'm ruined ! he's at work within ; and if 

 I let him go, this other will escape. 

 I've searched him, it is true, and he has nothing. 

 (To STROB.) Go where you will, and may the Gods confound you. 



STROB. I'm mnch oblig'd to you fo your kind wishes. 



