You must put in just what you think fit.
THE MISER
(Pouring the gold by handfuls into the wallet.) Help me, will you?... We'll fill it to the brim and see how that does.... We can easily lighten it afterwards, if it's too heavy....
TYLTYL
Oh, you're giving me too much, I don't want all that!... So you're not a miser, as they told me?
THE MISER
I? Not at all. Why should I be?... I have only a few weeks to live and am not in need of anything.... I hardly eat at all; and I drink nothing but water.
TYLTYL
Why were you lying on your gold when I came in, kissing it and calling it by pet names? You seemed to worship it.
THE MISER