As cobwebs; and for all my other raiment,
It shall be such as might provoke the Persian,
Were he to teach the world riot anew.
My gloves of fishes and birds’ skins, perfum’d
With gums of Paradise and eastern air.
Surly. And do you think to have the stone with this?
Mam. No, I do think t’ have all this with the stone.
Surly. Why, I have heard, he must be homo frugi,
A pious, holy, and religious man,
One free from mortal sin, a very virgin.