Sprites, and frenzy, and madness, possess this old fellow. Are you doing me an injustice, or not? EUCLIO A very great one, I confess, inasmuch as you are not strung up; and that too shall be done this moment, un less you do confess. STROBILUS What am I to confess to you? EUCLIO What it was you took away hence. STROBILUS May the Gods confound me, if I’ve taken away anything of yours, (aside) and if I don’t wish I had taken it away. EUCLIO Come then, shake out your cloak. STROBILUS At your pleasure. (Shakes it.) EUCLIO You haven’t it among your under-clothing? STROBILUS Search where you please.