To put my moneys out at usury?
Here is my purse.
Hyp. Thank you. A pretty purse,
Made by the hand of some fair Madrileña;
Perhaps a keep-sake.
Don C. No, ’tis at your service.
Hyp. Thank you again. Lie there, good Saint Chrysostom,
And with thy golden mouth remind me often
I am the debtor of my friend.
Don C. But tell me,