“To meet Alice, my good wife, so please thee.”
“She is very poor.”
“She hath a rich heart, and is no poorer than I.”
“See, now, thou art richer than she is now.”
“Verily, he hath given me gold; real, real gold!”
And the minstrel did not read contempt in the pale face; contempt that gold should make men happy.
“Thou art noble, and I will obey thee.”
(Oh! man, man, how weak art thou.) “So thou art to be married?”
“Yes, now that the young prince has been discovered.”
“Folly!”