Pal. (aside). By heaven, where have I lived,
Like a wild beast beneath the open skies,
In dens and caves, and never known the taste
Of this soft ravishment? The rich of the earth
Are right: their bars and bolts are wisely wrought,
Having such treasure in their closed chambers.
Mar. Here ’tis. Reach forth thine arm.
Pal.Nay, give’t to me.
Stain not thy hands.
Mar.I pray thee.