[_Enter_ THIRD SON _with his spade._]
FIRST AND SECOND SONS. Did you find it?
THIRD SON. No, and I have dug up every inch of the eastern vineyard.
FIRST SON. Well, you see what I have done here.
SECOND SON. Not a vine that has not been dug about!
THIRD SON. I cannot understand it!
FIRST SON. The day our father died he spoke again of the pot of gold.
SECOND SON. And told us again to dig for it.
THIRD SON. I cannot understand it.
[_They go, shaking their heads sadly._]
SCENE III
TIME: _six months later._
PLACE: _the vineyard._
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THE THREE SONS.
THE FRUIT MERCHANT.
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[_The_ MERCHANT _enters the vineyard with the_ THREE SONS.]
MERCHANT. You say your grapes are ripe?
FIRST SON. They are ripe and ready to sell, sir.
SECOND SON. Come, now, and look at them.
[_They cross to the vines._]
MERCHANT. Why, I have never seen such grapes as these!
THIRD SON. We have never had such grapes before, sir.
MERCHANT. How fine and large they are!
FIRST SON. And sweet, too! Just taste one, sir!
MERCHANT (_eating a grape_). Are they all like these?
SECOND SON. Every vine bears just such grapes.
MERCHANT. I must have your grapes.
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