The king longs for Moor, and you will be as safe with us, as if you were in Abraham's lap.

We have plenty for you to do.

You come to me as opportunely, as if you had dropped from the skies.
I was just going to write to Venice for an assistant.

Holy Jacob! You can't stay so, but thanks to the Madonna and Moor, you are not poor.
We have ample means, my young sir.

Donna Sophonisba gave me a hundred zechins for you; they are lying in yonder chest, and thank Heaven, haven't grown impatient by waiting.