« ZurückWeiter »
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
Trouble her not, sweet Lodowick depart:
Lod. Oh, is’t the custom, then I am resolv'd:
[Erit. Bar. Well, but for me, as you went in at doors You had been stabb’d, but not a word on't now; Here must no speeches pass, nor swords be drawn.
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 ?
Math. What, is he gone unto my mother?
She'll die with grief.
[Erit. Abig. I cannot take my leave of him for tears: Father, why have you thus incens'd them both ?
BAR. What's that to thee?
Bar. You'll make 'em friends!
Abig. I will have Don Mathias, he is my love.
shall have him: go, put her in.
this? Itha. Faith, master, I think by this You purchase both their lives; is it not so?
Bar. True; and it shall be cunningly perform'd. Itha. Oh, master, that I might have a hand in
this. Bar. Aye, so thou shalt, 'tis thou must do the
deed : Take this, and bear it to Mathias straight, And tell him that it comes from Lodowick.
Itha. 'Tis poison'd, is it not?
Bar. No, no, and yet it might be done that way : It is a challenge feign d from Lodowick.
Itha. Fear not, I'll so set his heart a fire, 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.
ITHA. As I behave myself in this, employ me
hereafter. BAR. Away then.
[Erit. So, now will I go into Lodowick, And, like a cunning spirit, feign some lie, Till I have set them both at enmity.
ACT THE THIRD.
Enter a COURTEZAN. Court. Since this town was besieg’d, my gain
The time has been, that but for one bare night
house; And here he comes.
thee to spend.