Were he to teach the world riot anew.
My gloves of fishes and birds’ skins, perfum’d
With gums of paradise, and Eastern air—
Surly: And do you think to have the stone with this?
Mammon: No, I do think t’have all this with the stone.
Surly: Why, I have heard he must be homo frugi,
A pious, holy, and religious man,
One free from mortal sin, a very virgin.
Mammon: That makes it, sir; he is so. But I buy it;
My venture brings it me. He, honest wretch,