Clo. You're a [made] old man: if the sins of your youth
are forgiven you, [you're] well to live. Gold! all gold!
Shep. This is fairy gold, boy, and ['twill] prove so: up
[with't], 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.
Clo. 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.