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Mar. I have dogs, my lord,

Will rouse the proudest panther in the chase,

And climb the highest promontory top.

Tit. And I have horse will follow where the game

Makes way, and run like swallows o'er the plain.

Dem. [Aside.] Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor hound,

But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground.

Aar. He that had wit would think that I had none,

To bury so much gold under a tree,

And never after to inherit it.

Let him that thinks of me so abjectly

Know that this gold must coin a stratagem,

Which, cunningly effected, will beget

A very excellent piece of villainy:

And so repose, sweet gold, for their unrest

That have their alms out of the empress' chest.

[Hides the gold.]

Tam. My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou sad,

When everything doth make a gleeful boast?

The birds chant melody on every bush,

The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun,

The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind,

And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground.

 23 horse: horses

24 Makes way: opens up a passage  3 inherit: possess

9 alms chest; cf. n.

