TEIG. Yet no thunder stirs.
FIRST MERCHANT. There is a heap for each.
(SHEMUS goes to take money.)
But no, not yet, For there's a work I have to set you to.
SHEMUS. So then you're as deceitful as the rest, And all that talk of buying what's but a vapour Is fancy bred. I might have known as much, Because that's how the trick-o'-the-loop man talks.
FIRST MERCHANT. That's for the work, each has its separate price; But neither price is paid till the work's done.
TEIG. The same for me.
MARY. Oh, God, why are you still?
FIRST MERCHANT. You've but to cry aloud at every cross-road, At every house door, that we buy men's souls, And give so good a price that all may live In mirth and comfort till the famine's done, Because we are Christian men.
SHEMUS. Come, let's away.