Classic Poem

  Jac. H E sleeps upon his marble pillow, now,
Pale as a peasant.
  Giul. Oh, a million times
I give thee joy.
  Jac. Ay, Giulio, I am heir
To lordships, mansions, forests, parks, and gems.
He had three mighty manors in Castile;
Two broad estates in Leon; two amidst
The mulberry trees of Murcia, and huge chests
Crammed full of ingots, dug by naked slaves
Who famished on coarse bread. Besides all these,
There bloom plantations in the East, whose fruits
Are pearls, and spice, and princely diamonds;
And in Brazil Pactolus floods, ne'er dumb,
Whose waves all talk in gold!