Here comes Don Lodowick the governor's 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,
That I may have a sight of Abigail;
For Don Mathias tells me she is fair.
BAR. Now will I shew 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 com-

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

White leprosy.

(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

prayers

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.

[Aside.
As for the diamond, sir, I told you of,
Come home and there's no price shall make us part,
Even for your honourable father's sake.
It shall go hard but I will see your death, (Aside.
But now I must be gone to buy a slave.

Lod. And, Barabas, I'll bear thee company.
Bar. Come then, here's the market place; what's

the price

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

thou hast,
Break my head with it, I'll forgive thee.

SLAVE. No sir, I can cut and shave.
Bar. Let me see, sirrah, are you not an old

shaver ? Slave. Alas, sir, I am a very youth. BAR. A youth? I'll buy you, and marry you to

Lady Vanity,
If you do well.

SLAVE. I will serve you, sir.
Bar. Some wicked trick or other. It may be

under colour
Of shaving, thou'lt cut my throat for my goods.
Tell me, hast thou thy health well ?

SLAVE. Aye, passing well.
Bar. So much the worse; I must have one that's

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 ?

my turn,

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

is he
That by my help shall do much villany.
My lord farewell: Come, sirrah, you are mine.
As for the diamond it shall be yours;
I pray, sir, be no stranger at my house,
All that I have shall be at your

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

son.

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.