Enter OFFICER. OFF. My lord, the courtezan and her man are dead: So is the Turk and Barabas the Jew. Gov. Dead? OFF. Dead, my lord, and here they bring his body. Bosco. This sudden death of his is very strange. Gov. Wonder not at it, sir, the heavens are just. Their deaths were like their lives, then think not of 'em; Since they are dead, let them be buried. For the Jew's body, throw that o'er the walls, To be a prey for vultures and wild beasts. So, now away and fortify the town. [Exeunt. BAR. What, all alone? well fare, sleepy drink. I'll be reveng'd on this accursed town; And, rowing in a galley, whipt to death. Enter CALYMATH, BASHAWS, and TURKS. BAR. Yes, my good lord, one that can spy a place CALY. Art thou that Jew whose goods we heard were sold For tribute-money? BAR. The very same, my lord: And since that time they have hir'd a slave, my man, To accuse me of a thousand villainies: I was imprison'd, but escap'd their hands. BAR. No, no: I drank of poppy and cold mandrake juice; CALY. 'Twas bravely done: but tell me, Barabas, Canst thou, as thou reportest, make Malta ours? BAR. Fear not, my lord, for here against the truce, The rock is hollow, and of purpose digg'd, Now whilst you give assault unto the walls, And by this means the city is your own. CALY. If this be true, I'll make thee governor. sently. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Alarms. Enter TURKS, BARABAS, GOVERNOR, and KNIGHTS prisoners. CALY. Now vail your pride you captive Christians, And kneel for mercy to your conquering foe: Now where's the hope you had of haughty Spain? Ferneze, speak, had it not been much better To kept thy promise than be thus surpris'd? Gov. What should I say, we are captives and must yield. CALY. Aye, villains, you must yield, and under Turkish yokes Shall groaning bear the burthen of our ire; And Barabas, as erst we promis'd thee, For thy desert we make thee governor ; BAR. Thanks, my lord. Gov. Oh fatal day, to fall into the hands Of such a traitor and unhallowed Jew! What greater misery could heaven inflict? CALY. "Tis our command: and Barabas, we give To guard thy person, these our janizaries : Intreat them well, as we have used thee. And now, brave bashaws, come, we'll walk about The ruin'd town, and see the wreck we made: Farewell, brave Jew, farewell great Barabas! [Exeunt. BAR. May all good fortune follow Calymath. And now, as entrance to our safety, To prison with the governor and these VOL. I. 18 Captains, his consorts and confederates. Gov. Oh villain, heaven will be reveng'd on thee. When as thy life shall be at their command ? At least unprofitably lose it not: And neither gets him friends, nor fills his bags, That labours with a load of bread and wine, Slip not thine opportunity, for fear too late Enter GOVERNOR, with a guard. Gov. My lord? BAR. Aye, lord, thus slaves will learn. Now governor stand by there, wait within, This is the reason that I sent for thee; Thou seest thy life, and Malta's happiness, At his discretion may dispose of both : What thinkst thou shall become of it and thee? Nor hope of thee but extreme cruelty, Nor fear I death, nor will I flatter thee. BAR. Governor, good words, be not so furious; Gov. Will Barabas recover Malta's loss? BAR. What wilt thou give me, governor, to procure A dissolution of the slavish bands Wherein the Turk hath yok'd your land and you? |