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I call the gods to witness that you have naught to fear if you will only speak.

Well then, first unhand me.

There! we set you free.

Listen then, since I must reveal what I had intended to keep a secret. I am Plutus.

Oh! you wretched rascal! You Plutus all the while, and you never said so!

You, Plutus, and in this piteous guise!

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Oh, Phœbus Apollo! oh, ye gods of heaven and hell! Oh, Zeus! is it really and truly as you say?

Aye.

Plutus’ very own self?

His own very self and none other.