And hide these extreme sorrows from mine eyes: For only I have toiled to inherit here me. a few. Good Barabas, be patient. Bar. Aye, I pray leave me in my patience. You that were ne'er possessed of wealth, are pleased with want; But give him liberty at least to mourn, And knows no means of his recovery: 1 Jew. Come, let us leave him in his ireful mood, Our words will but increase his ecstasy. To see a man in such affliction: Bar. Aye, fare you well. [Exeunt. Bar. No, Abigail, things past recovery Rich costly jewels, and stones infinite, Abig. Where, father? Bar. In my house, my girl. Abig. Then shall they ne'er be seen of Barabas: For they have seized upon thy house and wares. Bar. But they will give me leave once more, I trow, a To go into my house. See the simplicity of these base slaves, Think me to be a senseless lump of clay men, That measure naught but by the present time. A reaching thought will search his deepest wits, And cast with cunning for the time to come: Enter Abigail, the Jew's daughter. Oh! what has made my lovely daughter sad? What, woman, moan not for a little loss: Thy father hath enough in store for thee. Abig. Not for myself, but aged Barabas: Father, for thee lamenteth Abigail : But I will learn to leave these fruitless tears, And, urged thereto with my afflictions, With fierce exclaims run to the senatehouse, And in the senate reprehend them all, And rent their hearts with tearing of my hair, Till they reduce the wrongs done to my father. Must enter in; men generally barred. Bar. My gold! my gold! and all my wealth is gone. You partial heavens, have I deserved this plague? What will you thus oppose me, luckless stars, To make me desperate in my poverty? Wherein these Christians have oppressed Abig. How, as a nun? Bar. Aye, daughter, for religion Hides many mischiefs from suspicion. Abig. Aye, but father they will suspect me there. Bar. Let 'em suspect, but be thou so precise As they may think it done of holiness. Intreat 'em fair, and give them friendly speech, And seem to them as if thy sins were great, Till thou hast gotten to be entertained. Abig. Thus father shall I much dissemble. Bar. Tush! as good dissemble that thou never meant'st, As first mean truth and then dissemble it, Abig. Well father, say I be entertained, What then shall follow? Bar. This shall follow then; There have I hid, close underneath the plank That runs along the upper chamber floor, It is not necessary I be seen: Enter two Friars and two Nuns. I Fri. Sisters, we now are almost at the new-made nunnery. 1 Nun. The better; for we love not to be seen: 'Tis thirty winters long since some of us I Fri. But, madam, this house Nun. It may be so; but who comes here? [Abigail comes forward. Abig. Grave abbess, and you, happy virgins' guide, Pity the state of a distressèd maid. Abb. What art thou, daughter? The Jew of Malta, wretched Barabas; Abig. Fearing the afflictions which my father feels, Proceed from sin, or want of faith in us, I'd pass away my life in penitence, 2 Fri. Aye, and of a moving spirit too, brother; but come, Let us intreat she may be entertained. Abb. Well, daughter, we admit you for nun. Abig. First let me as a novice learn to frame My solitary life to your strait laws, Bar. As much, I hope, as all I hid is worth. [Aside. Abb. Come, daughter, follow us. Bar. Why how now, Abigail, What makest thou amongst these hateful Christians? 1.Fri. Hinder her not, thou man of litt faith, For she has mortified herself. Bar. How mortified! I Fri. And is admitted to the sister hood. Bar. Child of perdition, and thy father's shame! What wilt thou do among these hateful fiends? I charge thee on my blessing that thou leave These devils, and their damnèd heresy. [She goes to him. Bar. Nay, back, Abigail, [Whispers to her.] (And think upon the jewels and the gold, The board is marked thus that covers it.) Away, accursed, from thy father's sight. I Fri. Barabas, although thou art in mis And wilt not see thine own afflictions, Bar. Blind friar, I reck not thy persua sions, (The board is marked thus that covers it.) For I had rather die, than see her thus. Wilt thou forsake me too in my distress, Seduced daughter? (Go, forget not.) Becomes it Jews to be so credulous? (To-morrow early I'll be at the door.) No, come not at me; if thou wilt be damned, Forget me, see me not, and so be gone, (Farewell, remember to-morrow morning.) Math. And matchless beautiful; As had you seen her 'twould have moved your heart, Though countermined with walls of brass, to love, Or at the least to pity. Lod. And if she be so fair as you report, Twere time well spent to go and visit her: "How say you, shall we? Math. I must and will, sir, there's no remedy. Lod. And so will I too, or it hard. Farewell, Mathias. Math. Farewell, Lodowick. ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I. shall go Vexed and tormented runs poor Barabas And of my former riches rests no more Light Abraham's offspring; and direct the Of Abigail this night; or let the day Enter Abigail, above. And now methinks that I am one of those: For whilst I live, here lives my soul's sole hope, And when I die, here shall my spirit walk. As but to be about this happy place; [Exeunt. A golden dream, and of the sudden wake, Enter Barabas, with a light. Bar. Thus, like the sad presaging raven, The sick man's passport in her hollow beak, Bar. Hast thou't? Abig. Here, [throws down the bags] hast thou't? There's more, and more, and more. Bar. Oh, my girl, My gold, my fortune, my felicity! too! Then my desires were fully satisfied: And 'bout this time the nuns begin to wake; A kiss from him that sends it from his soul. Hermoso placer de los dineros. SCENE II. [Exit. Enter Governor, Martin del Bosco, and Gov. Now captain tell us whither thou art Whence is thy ship that anchors in our road? And why thou cam'st ashore without our leave? Bosc. Governor of Malta, hither am I My ship, the Flying Dragon, is of Spain, 1 Kni. 'Tis true, my lord, therefore in- Bosc. Our fraught is Grecians, Turks, and For late upon the coast of Corsica, Because we vailed not to the Turkish fleet, Gov. Martin del Bosco, I have heard of Welcome to Malta, and to all of us; 1 Kni. Del Bosco, as thou lov'st and Persuade our Governor against the Turk; Bosc. Will Knights of Malta be in league And buy it basely too for sums of gold? Was lately lost, and you were stated here Gov. Captain we know it, but our force is Bosc. What is the sum that Calymath requires? Gov. A hundred thousand crowns. Bosc. My lord and king hath title to this And he means quickly to expel you hence; Gov. On this condition shall thy Turks be Go officers, and set them straight in show. For when their hideous force environed Small though the number was that kept the They fought it out, and not a man survived Gov. So will we fight it out; come, let's away: Proud daring Calymath, instead of gold, We'll send thee bullets wrapt in smoke and fire: Claim tribute where thou wilt, we are re- Honour is bought with blood and not with Enter Officers with Ithamore and other slaves. 1 Off. This is the market-place, here let 'em stand: As great and fair as is the Governor's; Aye, and his son's too, or it shall go hard. We Jews can fawn like spaniels when we please: And when we grin we bite, yet are our looks As innocent and harmless as a lamb's. I learned in Florence how to kiss my hand, Heave up my shoulders when they call me dog, And duck as low as any barefoot friar, son, One that I love for his good father's sake. Enter Lodowick. Lod. I hear the wealthy Jew walked this way: I'll seek him out, and so insinuate, Bar. Now will I show myself To have more of the serpent than the dove; That is more knave than fool. Lod. Yond' walks the Jew; now for fair Abigail Bar. Aye, aye, no doubt but she's at your command. [Aside. Lod. Barabas, thou know'st I am the Governor's son. Lod. What sparkle does it give without a foil? Bar. The diamond that I talk of ne'er was foiled: But when he touches it, he will be foiled : [Aside. Lord Lodowick, it sparkles bright and fair. Lod. Is it square or pointed, pray let me know. Bar. Pointed it is, good sir-but not for [Aside. you. Lod. I like it much the better. Lod. How shows it by night? Lod. And what's the price? We will not jar about the price; come to And I will give't your honour-with a vengeance. [Aside. Lod. No, Barabas, I will deserve it first. Your father has deserved it at my hands, Lod. No doubt your soul shall reap the fruit of it. Bar. Aye, but, my lord, the harvest is far off: |