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Here comes Don Lodowick the governor's son,
mand. Lod. Barabas, thou know'st I am the governor's son. BAR. I would you were his father too, sir, that's all the harm I wish you: the slave looks like a hog's cheek, new singed. [Aside.
Lod. Whither walk'st thou, Barabas? BAR. No further: 'tis a custom held with us, That when we speak with Gentiles like to you, We turn into the air to purge ourselves: For unto us the promise doth belong. Lop. Well, Barabas, canst help me to a diamond 2 BAR. Oh, sir, your father had my diamonds. Yet I have one left that will serve your turn: I mean my daughter: but e'er he shall have her I'll sacrifice her on a pile of wood. I have the poison of the city for him, and the
(Aside. Lod. What sparkle does it give without a foil ?
Bar. The diamond that I talk of, ne'er was foild: But when he touches it, it will be foil'd : 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 you.
[Aside. Lod. I like it much the better. Bar. So do I too. Lop. How shows it by night?
Bar. Outshines Cynthia's rays : You'll like it better far a nights than days. Aside.
Lod. And what's the price?
Bar. Your life and if you have it. Oh my Lord We will not jar about the price; come to my house And I will give't your honour-with a vengeance.
(Aside. Lod. No, Barabas, I will deserve it first. BAR. Good sir, your father has deserv'd it at my
hands, Who of mere charity and Christian truth, To bring me to religious purity, And as it were in catechising sort, To make me mindful of my mortal sins, Against my will, and whether I would or no, Seiz'd all I had, and thrust me out a doors, And made my house a place for nuns most chaste.
Lod. No doubt your soul shall reap the fruit of it. BAR. Aye, but my lord, the harvest is far off :
And yet I know the
of those nung And holy friars, having money for their pains, Are wondrous; and indeed do no man good : (Aside. And seeing they are not idle, but still doing, 'Tis likely they in time may reap some fruit, I mean in fulness of perfection,
Lod. Good Barabas glance not at our holy nuns.
Bar. No, but I do it through a burning zeal. Hoping ere long to set the house a-fire; For though they do a while increase and multiply, 171 have a saying to that nunnery.
Lod. And, Barabas, I'll bear thee company.
Of this slave, two hundred crowns? Do the Turks
weigh so much? OFF. Sir, that's his price. BAR. What, can he steal that you demand so
much? Belike he has some new trick for a purse; And if he has, he is worth three hundred plates. So that, being bought, the town-seal might be got To keep him for his life time from the gallows. The sessions day is critical to thieves, And few or none 'scape but by being purg'd.
Lod. Ratest thou this Moor but at two hundred
plates ? 1 Off. No more, my lord. Bar. Why should this Turk be dearer than that
Moor? Off. Because he is young and has more qualities. BAR. What, hast the philosopher's stone? and
SLAVE. No sir, I can cut and shave.
shaver ? Slave. Alas, sir, I am a very youth. BAR. A youth? I'll buy you, and marry you to
SLAVE. I will serve you, sir.
SLAVE. Aye, passing well.
sickly; And be but for sparing victuals : 'tis not a stone of
beef a day Will maintain you in these chops ; let me see one That's somewhat leaner.
1 Off. Here's a leaner, how like you him? BAR. Where wast thou born ?
ITHA. In Thrace; brought up in Arabia.
Bar. So much the better, thou art for An hundred crowns, I'll have him; there's the
coin. i Off. Then mark him, sir, and take him hence. Bar. Aye, mark him, you were best, for this
command. Enter MATHIAS, and his Mother. MATH. What makes the Jew and Lodowick so
private ? I fear me 'tis about fair Abigail.
Bar. Yonder comes Don Mathias, let us stay; He loves my daughter, and she holds him dear: But I have sworn to frustrate both their hopes, And be reveng'd upon the governor.
Moth. This Moor is comeliest, is he not? speak
Math. No, this is the better, mother, view this
well. Bar. Seem 'not to know me here before your
mother Lest she mistrust the match that is in hand : When you have brought her home, come to my
house; Think of me as thy father; son, farewell.