Bar. And the horse pestilence to boot; away.

Ith. I am gone.

Pay me my wages for my worke is done.
Bar. Ile pay thee with a vengeance Ithamore.

Exit.

Enter Govern. Bosco. Knights. Bashaw.

Exit.

Gov. Welcome, great Bashaws, how fares Callymath, 1420 What wind drives you thus into Malta rhode?

Bash. The wind that bloweth all the world besides, Desire of gold.

Gov. Desire of gold, great Sir?

That's to be gotten in the Westerne Inde:

In Malta are no golden Minerals.

Bash. To you of Malta thus saith Calymath:

The time you tooke for respite, is at hand,

1425

For the performance of your promise past;
And for the Tribute-mony I am sent.

1430

Gov. Bashaw, in briefe, shalt haue no tribute here,

Nor shall the Heathens liue vpon our spoyle:

First will we race the City wals our selues,

Lay waste the Iland, hew the Temples downe,
And shipping of our goods to Sicily,

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Open an entrance for the wastfull sea,

Whose billowes beating the resistlesse bankes,

Shall ouerflow it with their refluence.

Bash. Well, Gouernor, since thou hast broke the league

By flat denyall of the promis'd Tribute,

1440

Talke not of racing downe your City wals,

You shall not need trouble your selues so farre,

For Selim-Calymath shall come himselfe,

And with brasse-bullets batter downe your Towers,

And turne proud Malta to a wildernesse

1445

For these intolerable wrongs of yours;

And so farewell.

Gov. Farewell :

And now you men of Malta looke about,
And let's prouide to welcome Calymath:
Close your Port-cullise, charge your Basiliskes,
And as you profitably take vp Armes,
So now couragiously encounter them;
For by this Answer, broken is the league,

1419+ Scene V. add. Bull.
drives you Cunn., Bull.
+S.D. Exit add. Reed

And nought is to be look'd for now but warres,
And nought to vs more welcome is then wars.

Enter two Fryars.

1455

Exeunt.

1. Fry. Oh brother, brother, all the Nuns are sicke, And Physicke will not helpe them; they must dye. 2. Fry. The Abbasse sent for me to be confest : Oh what a sad confession will there be?

1. Fry. And so did faire Maria send for me: I'le to her lodging; hereabouts she lyes.

Enter Abigall.

1460

Exit.

2. Fry. What, all dead saue onely Abigall? Abig. And I shall dye too, for I feele death comming. Where is the Fryar that conuerst with me?

2. Fry. Oh he is gone to see the other Nuns.

Abig. I sent for him, but seeing you are come

Be you my ghostly father; and first know,
That in this house I liu'd religiously,

1465

Chast, and deuout, much sorrowing for my sinnes,
But e're I came-

1470

2. Fry. What then?

Abig. I did offend high heauen so grieuously,

As I am almost desperate for my sinnes:

And one offence torments me more then all.

1475

You knew Mathias and Don Lodowicke?

2. Fry. Yes, what of them?

Abig. My father did contract me to 'em both :

First to Don Lodowicke, him I neuer lou'd ;
Mathias was the man that I held deare,

1480

And for his sake did I become a Nunne.

2. Fry. So, say how was their end?

Abig. Both iealous of my loue, enuied each other:

And by my father's practice, which is there

Set downe at large, the Gallants were both slaine. 1485 2. Fry. Oh monstrous villany.

Abig. To worke my peace, this I confesse to thee; Reueale it not, for then my father dyes.

2. Fry. Know that Confession must not be reueal'd,

The Canon Law forbids it, and the Priest

That makes it knowne, being degraded first,

Shall be condemn'd, and then sent to the fire.

1490

1456+Scene V add. Cunn.: Scene VI add. Bull. S.D. Fryars]

1484+S.D. Gives writing add. Dyce

Friars and Abigall 1633

Abig. So I haue heard; pray therefore keepe it close. Death seizeth on my heart: ah gentle Fryar, Conuert my father that he may be sau'd,

And witnesse that I dye a Christian.

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(Dies.)

2. Fry. I, and a Virgin too, that grieues me most: But I must to the Iew and exclaime on him,

And make him stand in feare of me.

Enter 1. Fryar.

1. Fry. Oh brother, all the Nuns are dead, let's bury them.

2. Fry. First helpe to bury this, then goe with me And helpe me to exclaime against the Iew.

1. Fry. Why? what has he done?

2. Fry. A thing that makes me tremble to ynfold. 1. Fry. What, has he crucified a child?

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1505

2. Fry. No, but a worse thing: 'twas told me in shrift, Thou know'st 'tis death and if it be reueal'd.

Come let's away.

Exeunt.

Actus Quartus.

Enter Barabas, Itha. Bells within.

Bar. There is no musicke to a Christians knell : How sweet the Bels ring now the Nuns are dead

1510

That sound at other times like Tinkers pans ?

I was afraid the poyson had not wrought;

Or though it wrought, it would haue done no good,

For euery yeare they swell, and yet they liue;

Now all are dead, not one remaines aliue.

1515

Ith. That's braue, Mr. but think you it wil not be known? Bar. How can it if we two be secret.

Ith. For my part feare you not.

Bar. I 'de cut thy throat if I did.

Ith. And reason too;

But here's a royall Monastry hard by,

Good master let me poyson all the Monks.

1520

Bar. Thou shalt not need, for now the Nuns are dead,

They'll dye with griefe.

1524

Ith. Doe you not sorrow for your daughters death?

1496 S.D. add. Reed Cunn., Bull.

1508+ Act the Fourth. Scene I add.

Bar. No, but I grieue because she liu'd so long. An Hebrew borne, and would become a Christian. Cazzo, diabolo.

Enter the two Fryars.

Ith. Look, look, Mr. here come two religious Caterpillers. Bar. I smelt 'em e're they came.

Ith. God-a-mercy nose; come let's begone.

1530

2. Fry. Stay wicked Iew, repent, I say, and stay. 1. Fry. Thou hast offended, therefore must be damn'd. Bar. I feare they know we sent the poyson'd broth. Ith. And so doe I, master, therefore speake 'em faire. 2. Barabas, thou hast

I. I, that thou hast

1536

Ber. True, I haue mony, what though I haue? 2. Thou art a

I. I, that thou art a

1540

Bar. What needs all this? I know I am a Iew.

2. Thy daughter

I. I, thy daughter,

Bar. Oh speake not of her, then I dye with griefe. 2. Remember that

1545

I. I, remember that

Bar. I must needs say that I haue beene a great

Bar. Fornication? but that was in another Country: And besides, the Wench is dead.

1551

2. I, but Barabas, remember Mathias and Don Lodowick. Bar. Why, what of them?

1555 Aside.

2. I will not say that by a forged challenge they met. Bar. She has confest, and we are both vndone; My bosome in ti mates, but I must dissemble. Oh holy Fryars, the burthen of my sinnes Lye heauy on my soule; then pray you tell me, Is 't not too late now to turne Christian ? I haue beene zealous in the Iewish faith, Hard harted to the poore, a couetous wretch, That would for Lucars sake haue sold my soule. A hundred for a hundred I haue tane; And now for store of wealth may I compare With all the Lewes in Malta; but what is wealth?

1528 Catho diabola 1633: corr. Dyce inmates 1633: inmate Dyce to Wag.

1560

1565

1556 intimates T. B.: 1558 Lye] Lies Rob.

I am a lew, and therefore am I lost.
Would pennance serue for this my sinne,

I could afford to whip my selfe to death.

Ith. And so could I; but pennance will not serue.
Bar. To fast, to pray, and weare a shirt of haire,
And on my knees creepe to Ierusalem.
Cellers of Wine, and Sollers full of Wheat,
Ware-houses stuft with spices and with drugs,
Whole Chests of Gold, in Bulloine, and in Coyne,
Besides I know not how much weight in Pearle
Orient and round, haue I within my house;
At Alexandria, Merchandize vnsold:
But yesterday two ships went from this Towne,
Their voyage will be worth ten thousand Crownes.
In Florence, Venice, Antwerpe, London, Ciuill,
Frankeford, Lubecke, Mosco, and where not,
Haue I debts owing; and in most of these,
Great summes of mony lying in the bancho;
All this I'le giue to some religious house
So I may be baptiz'd and liue therein.

1. Oh good Barabas, come to our house.

2. Oh no, good Barabas, come to our house.

And Barabas, you know

Bar. I know that I haue highly sinn'd,

157C

1575

1580

1585

You shall conuert me, you shall haue all my wealth. 1590 ̧*

1. Oh Barabas, their Lawes are strict.

Bar. I know they are, and I will be with you.

1. They weare no shirts, and they goe bare-foot too. Bar. Then 'tis not for me; and I am resolu'd

You shall confesse me, and haue all my goods.

I. Good Barabas, come to me.

Bar. You see I answer him, and yet he stayes;

Rid him away, and goe you home with me.

2. I'le be with you to night.

1595

Bar. Come to my house at one a clocke this night. 1. You heare your answer, and you may be gone. 1601 2. Why, goe get you away.

I I will not goe for thee.

2. Not, then I'le make thee, rogue.

1. How, dost call me, rogues? Ith. Part 'em, master, part 'em.

1567 pennance] any penance Cunn. Dyce, Wag. Reed, Coll.

1577 vnsold] untold Dyce 1604 rogue T. B.: goc 1633

1604

Fight.

serue] serve to atone 1598 Rid] Bid