Staffy: Is it that you are tired and wore out carrying the load of your wealth?
Damer: It is a bad load surely. It was the love of money destroyed Buonaparte where he went robbing a church, without the men of learning are telling lies.
Staffy: I would never go so far as robbery, but to bid it welcome I would, and it coming fair and easy into my hand.
Damer: There was a king out in Foreign went astray through the same sin. His people that made a mockery of him after his death, filling up his jaws with rendered gold. Believe me, any person goes coveting after riches puts himself under a bad master.
Staffy: That is a master I'd be willing to engage with, he to give me my victuals and my ease.
Damer: In my opinion it was to keep temptation from our path the gold of the world was covered under rocks and in the depths of the streams. Believe me it is best leave it where it is, and not to meddle with the Almighty.
Staffy: You'd be best without it. It is the weight of it is bowing you to your grave. When things are vexing your mind and you are trouble minded they'll be going through your head in the night time. There is a big shift and a great change in you since yesterday. There is not the half of you in it. You have the cut of the misfortune.
Damer: I am under misfortune indeed.
Staffy: Give over now your load to myself before the coming of the dusk. The way you are there'll be nothing left of you within three days. There is no way with you but death.
Delia: (To Ralph.) Let you raise your voice now, and come around him on my own behalf.