t

    About t all men would go

    And barter t not

    You bribe ty of your gold.

    CAto God, to Mary, and the angels

    t I am hey sell?

    FIRSt MERC. As  t door we saw

    Your porter sleeping in his niche??a soul

    too little to be h a hundred pence,

    And yet t for a hundred crowns.

    But for a soul like yours, I hem say,

    thousand crowns and more.

    CAthLEEN. how can a heap of crowns pay for a soul?

    Is terrible a thing?

    FIRSt MERC. Some sell because terror of the grave,

    And some because their neighbours sold before,

    And some because there is a kind of joy

    In casting hope away, in losing joy,

    In ceasing all resistance, in at last

    Opening ones arms to ternal flames,

    In casting all sails out upon the wind;

    to ty of t??

    ould all folk hurry if your gold were gone.

    CAt, in your voice

    t makes me fear. elling how

    A man may lose his soul and lose his God

    Your eyes were ligold

    h??

    Mercs forgive me??seemed to smile.

    FIRSt MERC. Mans sins

    Move us to laughter only; we have seen

    So many lands and seen so many men.

    range t all these people should be swung

    As on a ladys sring,??under them

    the glowing leagues of never?ending flame.

    CAt I fear;

    A somet of us; but  born

    In some most distant corner of the world?

    (t,  the door, comes forward, and as he comes a