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I have as much coin as will buy the town.
Bar. Why this is something: make account of me As of thy fellow ; we are villains both : Both circumcised, we hate Christians both: Be true and secret, thou shalt want no gold. But stand aside, here comes Don Lodowick.
Enter LODOWICK. LOD. Oh Barabas well met; where is the diamond You told me of? BAR. I have it for you, sir; please you walk in
with me : What, ho, Abigail; open the door I say.
. Enter ABIGAIL. Abig. In good time, father, here are letters come From Ormus, and the post stays here within.
BAR. Give me the letters, daughter, do you hear? Entertain Lodowick the governor's son With all the courtesy you can afford;
Provided, that you keep your maiden-head.
hither. BAR. Daughter, a word more; kiss him, speak him fair,
[Aside And like a cunning Jew so cast about, That ye be both made sure e'er you come out. ABIG, Oh, father! Don Mathias is
[Exeunt Abigail and Lodowick. The account is inade, for Lodowick dies. My factor sends me word a merchant's Aed That owes me for a hundred tun of wine : I weigh it thus much; I have wealth enough. For now by this has he kiss'd Abigail ; And she vows love to him, and he to her. As sure as heaven rain’d manna for the Jews, So sure shall he and Don Mathias die: His father was my chiefest enemy. Whither goes Don Mathias ? stay awhile.
Enter MATHIAS. Math. Whither, but to my fair love Abigail ?
Bar. Thou know'st, and heaven can witness this
That I intend my daughter shall be thine,
Mati. Does she receive them?
fast; Yet through the key-hole will he talk to her, While she runs to the window looking out, When
should come and hale him from the door. Math. O treacherous Lodowick!
Bar. Even now as I came home, he slipt me in, And I am sure he is with Abigail.
Math. I'll rouze him thence.
Enter LODOWICK, ABIGAIL.
Bar. Mathias, as thou lov'st me, not a word. Math. Well, let it pass, another time shall serve.
[Exit. Lod. Barabas, is not that the widow's son? Bar. Aye, and take heed, for he hath sworn your
death. Lod. My death? what is the base born peasant
Lod. Why, loves she Don Mathias ?
BAR. Win it, and wear it, it is yet unsoil'd.
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,
Abig. What, shall I be betroth'd to Lodowick?
Bar. It's no sin to deceive a Christian ; For they themselves hold it a principle, Faith is not to be held with hereticks; But all are hereticks that are not Jews; This follows well, and therefore, daughter, fear not. I have intreated her, and she will grant.
[To Lodouick. 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. Lod. Now have I that for which my soul hath
long'd. BAR. So have not I, but yet I hope I shall.
[Aside. ABIG. Oh wretched Abigail, what hast thou
done ? Lod. Why on the sudden is your colour chang'd ? Abig. I know not, but farewell, I must be gone. BAR. Stay her, but let her not speak one word
Lod. Mute o' the sudden; here's a sudden
change. Bar. Oh, muse not at it, 'tis the Hebrew's guise, That maidens new betroth'd should