I believe we'll--manage. Leave it to me.
Richly:
I have trouble believing all you tell me. You tell me so many stories
about these matters that I don't know what to believe. I'll trust you
for now, but I'll find out what's what. What reversals one sees in
life! One can't make a little money without men or the devil trying to
get it away from you. The devil is not going to have it!
(Exit Richly)
(Enter Lucy)
Lucy:
Ah, my poor Roger. Is it true that Mr. Edward's father has returned?
Roger:
Only too true, but to console us, I have found a treasure.
Lucy:
A treasure?
Roger:
In the wine cellar, as you enter--to the left under a large black
stone--a sack which contains fifty thousand pounds.
Lucy:
Fifty thousand pounds.
Roger:
Yes, child, and I tell you that will be plenty--run find the sack, the
sack--hurry!
Lucy:
But--
Roger:
The devil take you with your buts. Mr. Richly will return. Save
yourself--hide, quickly. To the treasure. To the treasure.
(Exit Lucy)
We are about to have a nice explanation. Now to navigate your ship and
bring it into port.
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