They carry Anthropos to a Rock, and fall a digging.
What seest thou now? [Plutus strikes the Rock, and flames flie out.
Anth. A glorious Mine of Metal.
Oh Jupiter, my thanks.
Plut. To me a little.
Anth. And to the god of wealth, my Sacrifice.
Plut. Nay, then I am rewarded. Take heed now, Son,
You are afloat again, lest Mundus catch ye.
Anth. Neve[r] betray me more.
Plut. I must to India,
From whence I came, where my main wealth lies buried,
And these must with me. Take that Book and Mattock,
And by those, know to live again.
[Exeunt Plutus, Industry, Labour, &[c].
Anth. I shall do.