Gold, what a magical power! Just a little bit can turn black into white, ugly into beautiful, wrong into right, humble into noble, old man Become a boy and a coward into a warrior. It can make pagan alliances and sects split; it can make thieves gain high positions and villains be respected; it can make crooked gangsters favored by young girls and make goose-skinned widows become brides again; Even if her face is covered with pus and malignant sores, she will still be considered an extremely charming and beautiful girl! This is gold, this is the great power of gold!"

Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold?No,gods,

I am no idle votarist:roots,you clear heavens!

Thus much of this will make black white,foul fair,

Wrong right, base noble, old young, coward valiant.

Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this

Will lug your priests and servants from your sides,

Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads:

This yellow slave

Will knit and break religions,bless the accursed,

Make the hoar leprosy adored,place thieves

And give them title, knee and approbation

With senators on the bench:

this is it

That makes the wappen'd widow wed again;

She,whom the spital-house and ulcerous sores

Would cast the gorge at,this embalms and spices

To the April day again. Come,damned earth,

Thou common whore of mankind, that put'st odds

Among the route of nations, I will make thee

Do thy right nature.

(Act 4, Scene 3)