That makes me fear. When you were telling how
A man may lose his soul and lose his God,
Your eyes lighted, and the strange weariness
That hangs about you vanished. When you told
How my poor money serves the people—both—
Merchants, forgive me—seemed to smile.
FIRST MERCHANT.
Man’s sins
Move us to laughter only, we have seen
So many lands and seen so many men.