The evil spirits bred of Nilus’ slime.
Deid. And this?
Ul.That. See, ’tis a Medusa, lady,
Cut in an oyster-shell, with flaming snakes.
Deid. These are all nothings. Thou must have the brooch.
See, now ’tis thine; thou hast it. (Pins it upon Achilles’ robe.)
(To Ul.) What is its price?
(To Ach.) Nay, be content.
Ul.To thee I’ll sell it, lady,
For a tenfold weight of gold.