You are mad; you’ve searched me all over at your own pleasure, and yet you’ve found nothing of yours in my possession.EUCLIO(starting.)Stop, stop; who was that? Who was the otherWho was the other: This suspicion in Euclio is very natural; and he asks the question very artfully, for the purpose of catching a confession from him by inadvertence. that was within here, together with yourself? Troth, I’m undone; he’s now rummaging about within. If I let this one go, he’ll escape. At last, I’ve now searched this one all over; he has got nothing. Be off where you please;Jupiter and the Gods confound you!STROBILUSHe returns his thanks not amissThanks not amiss: He says this sarcastically. If he gets such thanks when he has not stolen the treasure, what would he have got supposing that he had?.EUCLIOI’ll go in here now, and I’ll at once throttle this accomplice of yours. Will you not fly hence from my sight? Will you away from here, or no? STROBILUSI’m off. EUCLIOTake you care, please, how I see you.(He goes into the Temple.)

(STROBIOUS, alone.)STROBILUSI would rather that I were dead outright, by a shocking death, than not lay an ambush this day for that old fellow. But he’ll not venture now to hide his gold here; he’ll now be carrying it with him, I guess, and be changing the spot. But hark! there’s a noise at the door. (Looking in the direction of the Temple.) See, the old fellow’s bringing out the gold with him! Meanwhile, I’ll step aside here to the door.