Tore through the leather with sharp piety.
FIRST MERCHANT.
Well, well, to labour—here is the treasury door.
[They go out by the left-hand door, and enter again in a little while, carrying full bags upon their shoulders.
FIRST MERCHANT.
Brave thought, brave thought—a shining thought of mine!
She now no more may bribe the poor—no more
Cheat our great master of his merchandise,
While our heels dangle at the house in the woods,