[_He throws down his spade and sits. The_ FARMER _enters. His sons do
not see him._]

FIRST SON. Now I should like to go to war and ride a great white horse.

SECOND SON. I should like to be a prince. I would do nothing all day
long but wear my golden crown.

THIRD SON. I want to find a purse of gold. I would never work again, I
tell you!

[_The farmer shakes his head sadly._]

FARMER. My sons, these vines have not been dug about. Come, do this work
as I have told you.

(_The sons take up their spades, but unwillingly._)

Now listen: a pot of gold is hidden in this vineyard. It is buried deep
beneath these vines.

SONS. A pot of gold!

FARMER. It is all I have to leave you. I think it best to-tell you now,
for I cannot live much longer.

FIRST SON. Why do you hide the gold, my father?

FARMER. That you may dig for it.