Here’s a fine fish i’ the net! See, blinking gold,
Ay, and a precious stone! Come, here with it!”
But almost in the selfsame-taken breath
Rang out—“A god, a god is come among us!”
And lo, they all were lying at my feet!
Kan.
Just as their hands about the ring were scrambling
They turned it round again and went a-quiver
As you evanished like a shape of cloud.
Gyges.