170 Hang on her temples like a golden fleece;
[171] Which makes her seat of Belmont Colchos’ strond,
[172] And many Jasons come in quest of her.
O my Antonio, had I but the means
To hold a rival place with one of them,
[175] I have a mind presages me such thrift,
That I should questionless be fortunate!
Ant. Thou know’st that all my fortunes are at sea;
[178] Neither have I money, nor commodity
To raise a present sum: therefore go forth;