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Bara. Farewell, my joy, and by my fingers take A kiss from him that sends it from his soul.
[Exit ABIGAIL above. Now, Phoebus, ope the eyelids of the day, And, for the raven, wake the morning lark, That I may hover with her in the air, Singing o'er these, as she does o'er her young.
THE JEW'S LESSON IN CHRISTIAN CHARITY.
ACT II., SCENE 2. Bara. Now let me know thy name, and therewithal Thy birth, condition, and profession.
itha, Faith, sir, my birth is but mean ; my name's Ithamore; my profession what you please.
Bara. Hast thou no trade? then listen to my words, And I will teach (thee] that shall stick by thee : First, be thou void of these affections, Compassion, love, vain hope, and heartless fear; Be mov'd at nothing, see thou pity none, But to thyself smile when the Christians moan.
Itha. O, brave master ! I worship your nose for this.
Bara. As for myself, I walk abroad o' nights,
With digging graves and ringing dead men's knells :
Itha. Faith, master,
Bara. Why, this is something : make account of me As of thy fellow; we are villains both ; Both circumcised ; we hate Christians both; Be true and secret; thou shall want no gold.
THE MURDER OF THE FRIAR.
Act IV., SCENE 2.
Itha. Yes ; and I know not what the reason is,
Bara. No; 'tis an order which the friars use :
Itha. No, none can hear him, cry he ne'er so loud.
Bara. Why, true; therefore did I place him there : The other chambers open towards the street.
Itha. You loiter, master; wherefore stay we thus ? O, how I long to see him shake his heels !
Bara. Come on, sirrah :
[ITHAMORE takes off his girdle, and ties a noose on it. Friar, awake!
[They put the noose round the Friar's neck. Friar Barn. What, do you mean to strangle me ? Itha. Yes, 'cause you use to confess.
Bara. Blame not us, but the proverb-Confess and be hanged.-Pull hard. Friar Barn. What, will you
life Bara. Pull hard, I say.-You would have had my
goods. Itha. Ay, and our lives too—therefore pull amain.
[They strangle the Friar. 'Tis neatly done, sir; here's no print at all.
Bara. Then is it as it should be. Take him up.
Itha. Nay, master, be ruled by me a little. [Takes the body, sets it upright against the wall, and puts a staj in its hand.] So, let him lean upon his staff ; excellent ! hè stands as if he were begging of bacon. Bara. Who would not think but that this friar
Itha: Towards one.
Enter FRIAR JACOMO.
Friar Jac. This is the hour wherein I shall proceed ; O happy hour, wherein I shall couvert An infidel
, and bring his gold into our treasury ! But soft ! is not this Barnardine ? it is ; And, understanding I should come this way, Stands here o' purpose, meaning me some wrong, And intercept my going to the Jew.Barnardine ? Wilt thou not speak ? thou think'st I see thee not ; Away, I'd wish thee, and let me go by : No, wilt thou not ? nay, then, I'll force my way ; And, seo, a staff stands ready for the purpose. As thou lik’st that, stop me another time!
[Takes the staff, and strikes down the body.
Enter BARABAS and ITHAMORE.
Bara, Why, how now Jacomo ! what hast thou
done? Friar Jac. Why, stricken him that would have
struck at me.
Bara. Who is it! Barnardine ! now, out, alas, ho is slain !
Itha. Ay, master, he's slain ; look how his brains drop out on's nose.
Friar Jac. Good sirs, I have done't: but nobody knows it but you two; I may escape.
Bara. So might my man and I hang with you for company:
Itha. No; let us bear him to the magistrates.
Itha. Fie upon 'em! master, will you turn Christian, when holy friars turn devils and murder one another ?
Bara. No; for this example I'll remain a Jew :
Itha. Why, a Turk could ha' done no more.
Bara. To-morrow is the sessions ; you shall to it.Come, Ithamore, let's help to take him hence. Friar Jac. Villains, I am a sacred person ; touch
me not. Bara. The law shall touch you ; we'll but lead you, 'Las, I could weep at your calamity! Take in the staff too, for that must be shown : Law wills that each particular be known. [Exeunt.