Sixth Friend. A Canon's self wrote it me fair: I was tempted
To part with the sheepskin.
Seventh Friend. Didst grasp and let go
Such a godsend, thou Judas? My purse had been emptied
Ere part with the prize!
Fust. Do I dream? Say ye so?
Clouds break, then! Move, world! I have gained my "Pou sto"!
I am saved: Archimedes, salute me!
Omnes. Assistance!
Help, Angels! He summons ... Aroint thee!—by name,