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Nor quiet enter my distempered thoughts,
Till I have answer of 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.

Bar. 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 where treasure hath been hid : 2
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.

30 Abig. Now that my father's fortune were so good As but to be about this happy place; 'Tis not so happy: yet when we parted last, He said he would attend me in the morn. Then, gentle sleep, where'er his body rests, Give charge to Morpheus that he may dream

1 Cf. Dido, iii. 3:

“Who would not undergo all kind of toil

To be well stored with such a winter's tale." The words in my wealthhave little meaning: I suspect that we should read “in my youth.2 Cf. Hamlet, i. I :

“Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life

Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,
For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
Speak of it.”

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A golden dream, and of the sudden wake,
Come and receive the treasure I have found.

Bar. Bueno para todos mi ganado no era : 2
As good go on as sit so sadly thus.
But stay, what star shines yonder in the east ? 3
The loadstar of my life, if Abigail.
Who's there?

Abig. Who's that?
Bar. Peace, Abigail, 'tis I.
Abig. Then, father, here receive thy happiness.

[Throws down bags. Bar. Hast thou't ?

Abig. Here, (throws down the bags] hast thou't ?
There's more, and more,

and more.
Bar. O my girl,
My gold, my fortune, my felicity!
Strength to my soul, death to mine enemy!
Welcome the first beginner of my bliss !
O Abigail, Abigail, that I had thee here too !
Then my desires were fully satisfied :
But I will practise thy enlargement thence :
O girl ! O gold ! O beauty! O my bliss !

[Hugs his bags. Abig. Father, it draweth towards midnight now,

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1 Old ed. “walke.”

2 Old ed. “Birn para todos, my ganada no er.” I have adopted Dyce's reading.

3 Dyce thinks that Shakespeare recollected this passage when he wrote:

“ But soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

It is the East and Juliet is the sun."

And 'bout this time the nuns begin to wake;
To shun suspicion, therefore, let us part.

Bar. 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,

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may

hover with her in the air ; Singing o'er these, as she does o'er her young. Hermoso 2 Piarer de les Denirch.

[Exit.

SCENE II. Enter 3 Governor, MARTIN DEL Bosco, and Knights.

Gov. Now, captain, tell us whither thou art bound?
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 bound;
My ship, the Flying Dragon, is of Spain,
And so am I: Del Bosco is my name;
Vice-admiral unto the Catholic King.

i Knight. 'Tis true, my lord, therefore entreat him well. Bosc. Our fraught is Grecians, Turks, and Afric Moors.

1 Cf. Job xli. 18:—“By his neesings a light doth shine, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.” So Sophocles in the Antigone speaks of the sun as αμέρας βλέφαρον. The reader will remember the line in Lycidas :

“Under the opening eyelids of the morn." 2 “Perhaps what is meant here is an exclamation on the beautiful appearance of money, Hermoso parecer de los dinos, but it is question. able whether this would be good Spanish."-Collier. Dyce gives “ Hermoso Placer."

3 Scene : the Senate-house.

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For late upon the coast of Corsica,
Because we vailed 1 not to the Turkish 2 feet,
Their creeping galleys had us in the chase :
But suddenly the wind began to rise,
And then we luffed and tacked,; and fought at ease :
Some have we fired, and many have we sunk;
But one amongst the rest became our prize :
The captain's slain, the rest remain our slaves,
Of whom we would make sale in Malta here.

Gov. Martin del Bosco, I have heard of thee;
Welcome to Malta, and to all of us;
But to admit a sale of these thy Turks
We may not, nay, we dare not give consent
By reason of a tributary league.

1 Knight. Del Bosco, as thou lov'st and honour'st us,
Persuade our governor against the Turk;
This truce we have is but in hope of gold,
And with that sum he craves might we wage war.
Bosc. Will Knights of Malta be in league with

Turks,
And buy it basely too for sums of gold ?
My lord, remember that, to Europe's shame,

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The Christian Isle of Rhodes, from whence you came,
Was lately lost, and you were stated 4 here
To be at deadly enmity with Turks.

Gov. Captain, we know it, but our force is small.

1 1.e., did not lower our sails. Cf, i Tamburlaine, i. 2, l. 193. 2 Old ed. "Spanish.” 3 Old ed. “left and tooke." The correction was made by Dyce. 4 Established.

Bosc. What is the sum that Calymath requires ?
Gov. A hundred thousand crowns.

Bosc. My lord and king hath title to this isle,
And he means quickly to expel you hence ;
Therefore be ruled by me, and keep the gold :
I'll write unto his majesty for aid,

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Gov. On this condition shall thy Turks be sold : Go, officers, and set them straight in show.

[Exeunt Officers. Bosco, thou shalt be Malta's general; We and our warlike Knights will follow thee Against these barb'rous misbelieving Turks.

Bosc. So shall you imitate those you succeed : For when their hideous force environed Rhodes, Small though the number was that kept the town, They fought it out, and not a man survived

50 To bring the hapless news to Christendom. Gov. So will we fight it out; come,

let's

away :
Proud daring Calymath, instead of gold,
We'll send thee bullets wrapt 1 in smoke and fire :
Claim tribute where thou wilt, we are resolved,
Honour is bought with blood and not with gold.

[Exeunt. SCENE III. Enter 2 Officers with ITHAMORE and other slaves. i Off. This is the market-place, here let 'em stand : Fear not their sale, for they'll be quickly bought. i Cf, King John, i. 2 :

“ And now instead of bullets wrapt in fire." 2 Scene : the market-place,

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