Simon: Sure you must take some risk. You cannot put your hands around the world.
Damer: It to be swept by a trick of the loop man!
Simon: It is not with that class I will make free.
Damer: To go lose the whole of it in one second of time!
Simon: I will make four divides of it.
Damer: To go change it into silver and into copper! That would be the most pity in the world.
Simon: I'll chance it all upon the one jock so.
Damer: Gold! Believe me it is a good thing to hold and a very heartbreak the time it is lost. (Takes it in his hand.) Pure gold! There is not a thing to be got with it as worthy as what it is itself! There is no comfort in any place and it not in it. The Queen's image on it and her crown. Solid between the fingers; weighty in the palm of the hand; as beautiful as ever I saw.
Simon: It is likely it is the same nearly as any other one.
Damer: Gold! My darling it is! From the hollows of the world to the heights of the world there is no grander thing to be found. My bone and my marrow! Let me have the full of my arms of it and I'll not ask the flowers of field or fallow or the dancing of the Easter sun!