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For now by this has he kissed Abigail ;
Whither goes Don Mathias ? stay awhile.
Math. Whither, but to my fair love Abigail ?
Math. I, Barabas, or else thou wrong'st me much.
Bar. O, Heaven forbid I should have such a thought. Pardon me though I weep: the Governor's son
260 Will, whether I will or no, have Abigail : He sends her letters, bracelets, jewels, rings.
Math. Does she receive them ?
Bar. She? No, Mathias, no, but sends them back, And when he comes, she locks herself up fast; Yet through the keyhole will he talk to her, While she runs to the window looking out, When you should come and hale him from the door.
Math. O treacherous Lodowick!
Bar. Even now as I came home, he slipt me in, 270 And I am sure he is with Abigail.
Math. I'll rouse him thence.
your sword; If you love me, no quarrels in my houst; But steal you in, and seem to see him not;
I'll give him such a warning ere he goes
Enter LODOWICK and ABIGAIL.
280 Math. Well, let it pass, another time shall serve.
[Exit Lod. Barabas, is not that the widow's son? Bar. I, and take heed, for he hath sworn your
death. Lod. My death? what, is the base-born peasant mad ?
Bar. No, no, but happily he stands in fear
Lod. Why, loves she Don Mathias ?
Bar. Win it, and wear it, it is yet unsoiled.
1 A piece of money marked on one side with a cross,
Lod. 'Tis not thy wealth, but her that I esteem. Yet crave I thy consent.
Bar. And mine you have, yet let me talk to her. This offspring of Cain, this Jebusite, That never tasted of the Passover, Nor e'er shall see the land of Canaan, Nor our Messias that is yet to come ; This gentle maggot, Lodowick, I mean, Must be deluded : let him have thy hand, But keep thy heart till Don Mathias comes. [Aside. 310
Abig. What, shall I be betrothed to Lodowick?
Bar. It's no sin to deceive a Christian ;
[Aside. I have entreated her, and she will grant.
Lod. Then, gentle Abigail, plight thy faith to me.
Abig. I cannot chuse, seeing my father bids.Nothing but death shall part my love and me. (Aside. 320
Lod. Now have I that for which my soul hath longed. Bar. So have not I, but yet I hope I shall. [Aside. Abig. O wretched Abigail, what hast thou 1 done?
[Aside. Lod. Why on the sudden is your colour changed ? Abig. I know not, but farewell, I must be gone. Bar. Stay her, but let her not speak one word more.
1 Old ed. “ thee."
Lod. Mute o' the sudden; here's a sudden change.
Bar. O, muse not at it, 'tis the Hebrew's guise, That maidens new betrothed should weep awhile : Trouble her not; sweet Lodowick, depart:
330 She is thy wife, and thou shalt be mine heir.
Lod. O, is't the custom ? then I am resolved : But rather let the brightsome heavens be dim, And nature's beauty choke with stifling clouds, Than my fair Abigail should frown on me.There comes the villain, now I'll be revenged.
Math. Suffer me, Barabas, but to follow him.
Bar. No; so shall I, if any hurt be done,
Math. For this I'll have his heart.
Math. What greater gift can poor Mathias have?
350 My life is not so dear as Abigail.
Bar. My heart misgives me, that, to cross your love, He's with your mother, therefore after him.
Math. What, is he gone unto my mother?
Bar. Nay, if you will, stay till she comes herself.
my mother come, She'll die with grief.
Bar. What's that to thee?
Bar. You'll make 'em friends!
Abig. I will have Don Mathias, he is my love.
[Puts her in. Bar. Now tell me, Ithamore, how lik’st thou this ?
Itha. Faith, master, I think by this
Bar. I, so thou shalt, 'tis thou must do the deed : Take this, and bear it to Mathias straight,
[Gives a letter. And tell him that it comes from Lodowick.
Itha. 'Tis poisoned, is it not?
Bar. No, no, and yet it might be done that way : It is a challenge feigned from Lodowick.
Itha. Fear not; I will so set his heart afire, That he shall verily think it comes from him.
Bar. I cannot choose but like thy readiness : Yet be not rash, but do it cunningly.