CLOWN.
You’re a made old man. If the sins of your youth are forgiven you, you’re well to live. Gold! all gold!
SHEPHERD.
This is fairy gold, boy, and ’twill prove so. Up with it, keep it close: home, home, the next way. We are lucky, boy, and to be so still requires nothing but secrecy. Let my sheep go: come, good boy, the next way home.
CLOWN.
Go you the next way with your findings. I’ll go see if the bear be gone from the gentleman, and how much he hath eaten. They are never curst but when they are hungry: if there be any of him left, I’ll bury it.
SHEPHERD.
That’s a good deed. If thou mayest discern by that which is left of him what he is, fetch me to th’ sight of him.
CLOWN.
Marry, will I; and you shall help to put him i’ th’ ground.
SHEPHERD.
’Tis a lucky day, boy, and we’ll do good deeds on ’t.
[Exeunt.]
ACT IV
SCENE I.
Enter Time, the Chorus.