In peril?
Wer.Poverty is ever so.
Gab. That I know by long practice. Will you not
Promise to make mine less?
Wer.Your poverty?
Gab. No—you don't look a leech for that disorder;
I meant my peril only: you've a roof,
And I have none; I merely seek a covert.
Wer. Rightly; for how should such a wretch as I
Have gold?