Say you so? Yet have I heard that by some alchemy (To me unknown as yet) you have transmuted Your verses to fine gold. HAVERILLO. And all that gold Was lent to you, Firmilian. FIRMILIAN. You expect, Doubtless, I will repay you? HAVERILLO. So I do. You told me yesterday to meet you here, And you would pay me back with interest. Here is the note. FIRMILIAN. A moment.—Do you see Yon melon-vender’s stall down i’ the square? Methinks the fruit that, close beside the eye, Would show as largely as a giant’s head, Is dwindled to a heap of gooseberries! If Justice held no bigger scales than those Yon pigmy seems to balance in his hands, Her utmost fiat scarce would weigh a drachm! How say you? HAVERILLO. Nothing—’tis a fearful height! My brain turns dizzy as I gaze below, And there’s a strange sensation in my soles. FIRMILIAN. Ay—feel you that? Ixion felt the same Ere he was whirled from heaven! HAVERILLO. Firmilian! You carry this too far. Farewell. We’ll meet When you’re in better humour. FIRMILIAN. Tarry, sir! I have you here, and thus we shall not part. I know your meaning well. For that same dross, That paltry ore of Mammon’s mean device Which I, to honour you, stooped to receive, You’d set the Alguazils on my heels! What! have I read your thought? Nay, never shrink, Nor edge towards the doorway! You’re a scholar! How was’t with Phaeton? HAVERILLO. Alas! he’s mad. Hear me, Firmilian! Here is the receipt— Take it—I grudge it not! If ten times more, It were at your sweet service. FIRMILIAN. Would you do This kindness unto me? HAVERILLO. Most willingly. FIRMILIAN. Liar and slave! There’s falsehood in thine eye! I read as clearly there, as in a book, That, if I did allow you to escape, In fifteen minutes you would seek the judge. Therefore, prepare thee, for thou needs must die! HAVERILLO.