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Enter EUCLIO, from the Temple, with the pot of money.
to himself . I had thought that there was the very greatest dependence upon Faith; very nearly had she played me a pretty trick1. If the raven hadn't come to my assistance, to my sorrow I should have been undone. Troth, I very much wish that raven would come to me which gave me the warning, that I might say something kind to him; for I would as soon give2 him something to eat as lose it. Now I'm thinking of a lonely spot where I shall hide this. The grove of Sylvanus, outside of the wall, is unfrequented, ana planted with many a willow; there will I choose a spot. I'm determined to trust Sylvanus3, rather than Faith. (Exit.) STROBILUS
re-appearing from his hiding-place . Capital! capital! the Gods will me to be safe and preserved! Now will I run before to that place, and climb up into some tree, and thence will I watch where the old fellow hides the gold. Although my master bade me remain here, I'm resolved rather to risk a mishap along with emolument. (Exit.)
1 Played me a pretty trick: "Sublevit os." "Sublinere os" means to paint the face secretly," in allusion to the practical joke of so doing when a person is asleep, and thereby making a fool of him.
2 Would as soon give: That is, "not at all." He says "thank you" to the raven, but he would be as likely to give it a scrap of victuals as to throw it away, which was quite repugnant to his "jus et norma vivendi," his mode of life.
3 Sylvanus: Sylvanus was the tutelary Divinity of the woodlands field, and cattle. Pigs were usually offered in sacrifice to him.
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