Edmund: Percy, what is that on the front of your tunic?
Percy: Ah! ’tis a brooch, My Lord — a brooch cunningly fashioned from
pure green.
Edmund: It looks like you’ve sneezed.
Percy: It is with trinkets such as this brooch, and here, a ring, that I
intend to revive your fortunes and buy back your house!
Edmund: You think there’s a big market for jewellery that looks like snot, then?