From Venice shall they drag huge argosies,
And from America the golden fleece
That yearly stuffed Philip's treasury,
If learnèd Faustus shall be resolute. (1.1.123-126)
The spirits tell me they can dry the sea
And fetch the treasure of all foreign wrecks,
Yea, all the wealth that our forefathers hid
Within the massy entrails of the earth.
Then tell me Faustus, what shall we three want? (1.1.137-141)
Well, sirrah, leave your jesting and take these guilders.
Yes, marry, sir, and I thank you too.
So, now thou at to be at an hour's warning whensoever and wheresoever the devil shall fetch thee.
Here, take your guilders; I'll none of 'em.
[Tries to return money.] (1.4.25-30)