Perde 5
[Textpart 3]
Swear, then, by Jupiter.
LYCONIDES
Alas! to what I am reduced by the misfortunes of others! You are too insulting; still, I’ll do what he bids me.
STROBILUS
Hark you, our generation hasn’t much confidence in people: the documents are signed; the twelve witnesses are present; the registrar writes down the time and the place; and still, the pleader is found to deny that it has been done.
LYE.
But release me speedily, please.
STROBILUS
Here, take this stone.
LYCONIDES
If I knowingly deceive you, so may Jupiter reject from me his blessings, the city and citadel safe, as I do this stone. (He throws it.) Have I now satisfied you?
STROBILUS
I am satisfied; and I’m going to bring the gold.
LYCONIDES
Go with the speed of Pegasus, and return devouring the road with your rapid steps. (Exit STROBILUS.) Any impertinent slave, that wishes to be more wise than his master, is a nuisance to a decent man. Let this Strobilus be off as a free man to utter perdition, if he only brings me the pot full of pure gold, so that I may restore Euclio, my father-in-law, from his grief to joy, and obtain the favour of his daughter, who is just brought to bed by reason of my debauching her. But see! Strobilus is returning, loaded; as I guess, he’s bringing the pot; and, for sure, it is the pot that he’s carrying.
[Textpart 4]
Lyconides, I bring you my findings that I promised—the four pound pot of gold; have I been long?
LYCONIDES
Why, yes. (He takes some of the gold out of the pot.) O immortal Gods, what do I behold? Or what is it I hold? More than six hundred Philippean pieces, three or four times over. But let’s call out Euclio forthwith.
[Textpart 5]
Ho, Eucho, Euclio!
MEGADORUS
Euclio, Euclio!
LYCONIDES
Come down to us, for the Gods will you to be saved; we’ve got the pot.
EUCLIO
Have you got it, or are you trifling with me?
LYCONIDES
We’ve got it, I say. Now, if you can, fly down hither.
EUCLIO
O great Jupiter! O household Divinity and Queen Juno! and Alcides, my treasurer! that at length you do show pity upon a wretched old man. (Taking the pot in his arms.) O my pot! O how aged I, your friend, do clasp you with joyful arms, and receive you with kisses; with a thousand embraces even I cannot be satisfied. O my hope! my heart! that dissipates my grief.
LYCONIDES
I always thought that to be in want of gold was the worst thing for both boys and men, and all old people. Indigence compels boys to be guilty of misdeeds, men to thieve, and old men themselves to become beggars. But ’tis much worse, as I now see, to abound in gold beyond what’s necessary for us. Alas! what miseries has Euclio endured on account of the pot, that a little while since was lost by him!
EUCLIO
To whom shall I give deserved thanks? Whether to the Gods, who show regard for good men, or to my friends, upright men, or to them both? Rather to both, I think; and first to you, Lyconides, the origin and author of so great a good; you do I present with this pot of gold; accept it with pleasure. I wish it to be your own, and my daughter as well, in the presence of Megadorus, and his good sister, Eunomia.
LYCONIDES
The favour is received, and is returned, in thanks, as you deserve, Eucho, a father-in-law most acceptable to me.
