Without their poets.
Mammon: Sir, I’ll do it. Meantime,
I’ll give away so much unto my man,
Shall serve th’ whole city with preservative
weekly; each house his dose, and at the rate—
Surly: As he that built the Water-work does with water?
Mammon: You are incredulous.
Surly: Faith, I have a humor,
I would not willingly be gull’d. Your stone
Cannot transmute me.