Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements: [The clock strikes twelve. [Thunder. Enter Devils. And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found! O, mercy, heaven! look not so fierce on me! Adders and serpents, let me breathe a while! Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Lucifer! I'll burn my books !—O Mephistophilis ! [Exeunt Devils with FAUSTUS. Bara. So that of thus much that return was made; And of the third part of the Persian ships There was the venture summ'd and satisfied. As for those Samnites, and the men of Uz, That bought my Spanish oils and wines of Greece, Tell that which may maintain him all his life. Give me the merchants of the Indian mines, May serve, in peril of calamity, To ransom great kings from captivity. This is the ware wherein consists my wealth; And thus methinks should men of judgment frame And, as their wealth increaseth, so inclose But now how stands the wind? Into what corner peers my halcyon's bill? Ha! to the east? yes. See how stand the vanes- Loaden with spice and silks, now under sail, THE JEW AND HIS DAUGHTER. ACT II., SCENE 1. Bara. Thus, like the sad presaging raven, that tolls The sick man's passport in her hollow beak, And in the shadow of the silent night Doth shake contagion from her sable wings, Vex'd and tormented runs poor Barabas With fatal curses towards these Christians. The incertain pleasures of swift-footed time Have ta'en their flight, and left me in despair; And of my former riches rests no more But bare remembrance; like a soldier's scar, That has no further comfort for his maim.O, Thou, that with a fiery pillar ledd'st The sons of Israel through the dismal shades, Light Abraham's offspring; and direct the hand Of Abigail this night! or let the day Turn to eternal darkness after this!No sleep can fasten on my watchful eyes, Nor quiet enter my distemper'd thoughts, Till I have answer from my Abigail. [Enter ABIGAIL above. Abig. Now have I happily espied a time To search the plank my father did appoint; And here, behold, unseen, where I have found The gold, the pearls, and jewels, which he hid. Bara. Now I remember those old women's words, Who in my wealth would tell me winter's tales, And speak of spirits and ghosts that glide by night About the place were treasure hath been hid: And now methinks that I am one of those; For, whilst I live, here lives my soul's sole hope, good As but to be about this happy place! were But stay what star shines yonder in the east? Abig. Who's that? Bara. Peace, Abigail! 'tis I. Abig. Then, father, here receive thy happiness. Abig. Here. [throws down bags] Hast thou't? Bara. O my girl, My gold, my fortune, my felicity, Strength to my soul, death to mine enemy; O Abigail, Abigail, that I had thee here too! [Hugs the bags. |