Page 172 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

But for because he hath not woo’d me yet:
Not that I have the power to clutch my hand,
When his fair angels would salute my palm; [590]
But for my hand, as unattempted yet,

Like a poor beggar, raileth on the rich.
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail
And say there is no sin but to be rich;
And being rich, my virtue then shall be [595]

To say there is no vice but beggary.
Since kings break faith upon commodity,
Gain, be my lord, for I will worship thee!
[Exit.]