But I will learn to leave these fruitless tears;
And, urg'd thereto with my afflictions,
With fierce exclaims run to the senate-house,
And in the senate reprehend them all,
And rent their hearts with tearing of my hair,
Till they reduce the wrongs done to my father.
Bara. No, Abigail; things past recovery
Are hardly cur'd with exclamations:

Be silent, daughter; sufferance breeds ease,
And time may yield us an occasion,

Which on the sudden cannot serve the turn.
Besides, my girl, think me not all so fond⁕
As negligently to forego so much
Without provision for thyself and me:
Ten thousand portagues†, besides great pearls,
Rich costly jewels, and stones infinite,

Fearing the worst of this before it fell,
I closely hid.

Abig. Where, father?

Bara. In my house, my girl.

Abig. Then shall they ne'er be seen of Barabas; For they have seiz'd upon thy house and wares. Bara. But they will give me leave once more, I trow,

To go

into my house.

Abig. That may they not;

For there I left the governor placing nuns,
Displacing me; and of thy house they mean

* fond] "i. e. foolish." REED (apud Dodsley's O. P.). + portugues] Portuguese gold coins, so called.

To make a nunnery, where none but their own sect Must enter in; men generally barr'd.

Bara. My gold, my gold, and all my wealth is

gone!—

You partial Heavens, have I deserv'd this plague?
What, will
you thus oppose me, luckless stars,
To make me desperate in my poverty?
And, knowing me impatient in distress,
Think me so mad as I will hang myself,
That I may vanish o'er the earth in air,
And leave no memory that e'er I was?
No, I will live; nor loathe I this my life:
And, since you leave me in the ocean thus
To sink or swim, and put me to my shifts,
I'll rouse my senses, and awake myself.—
Daughter, I have it: thou perceiv'st the plight
Wherein these Christians have oppressèd me:
Be rul'd by me, for in extremity

We ought to make bar of no policy.

Abig. Father, whate'er it be, to injure them That have so manifestly wrongèd us,

What will not Abigail attempt?

Bara. Why, so.

Then thus: thou told'st me they have turn'd

house

Into a nunnery, and some nuns are there?
Abig. I did.

Bara. Then, Abigail, there must my girl

my

* sect] "i. e. sex. Sect and sex were, in our ancient dramatic writers, used synonymously." REED (apud Dodsley's O. P.).

Entreat the abbess to be entertain'd.

Abig. How, as a nun?

Bara. Ay, daughter; for religion Hides many mischiefs from suspicion.

Abig. Ay, but, father, they will suspect me there.

Bara. Let 'em suspect; but be thou so precise As they may think it done of holiness:

Entreat 'em fair, and give them friendly speech,
And seem to them as if thy sins were great,
Till thou hast gotten to be entertain'd.

Abig. Thus, father, shall I much dissemble.
Bara. Tush!

As good dissemble that thou never mean'st,
As first mean truth and then dissemble it:
A counterfeit profession is better

Than unseen hypocrisy.

Abig. Well, father, say I be entertain'd, What then shall follow ?

Bara. This shall follow then.

There have I hid, close underneath the plank
That runs along the upper-chamber floor,
The gold and jewels which I kept for thee :—
But here they come: be cunning, Abigail.
Abig. Then, father, go with me.
Bara. No, Abigail, in this,

It is not necessary I be seen;

For I will seem offended with thee for't:

Be close, my girl, for this must fetch my gold.

[They retire.

VOL. I.

S

Enter FRIAR JACOMO*, FRIAR BARNARDINE,
Abbess, and a Nun.

Friar Jac. Sisters,

We now are almost at the new-made nunnery.
Abb†. The better; for we love not to be seen:
'Tis thirty winters long since some of us
Did stray so far amongst the multitude.
Friar Jac. But, madam, this house
And waters of this new-made nunnery
Will much delight you.

Abb. It may be so. But who comes here?

[Abigail comes forward.

Abig. Grave abbess, and you, happy virgins' guide, Pity the state of a distressèd maid!

Abb. What art thou, daughter?

Abig. The hopeless daughter of a hapless Jew, The Jew of Malta, wretched Barabas, Sometimes the owner of a goodly house, Which they have now turn'd to a nunnery.

Abb. Well, daughter, say, what is thy suit with us? Abig. Fearing the afflictions which my father feels Proceed from sin or want of faith in us,

* Enter Friar Jacomo, &c.] Old ed. "Enter three Fryars and two Nuns:" but assuredly only two Friars figure in this play.

+ Abb.] In the old ed. the prefix to this speech is "1 Nun," and to the next speech but one "Nun." That both speeches belong to the Abbess is quite evident.

Sometimes] Equivalent here (as frequently in our early writers) to-Sometime.

I'd pass away my life in penitence,

And be a novice in your nunnery,

To make atonement for my labouring soul. Friar Jac. No doubt, brother, but this proceedeth 0f the spirit.

Friar Barn. Ay, and of a moving spirit too, brother: but come,

Let us entreat she may be entertain'd.

Abb. Well, daughter, we admit you for a nun. Abig. First let me as a novice learn to frame My solitary life to your strait laws, And let me lodge where I was wont to lie : I do not doubt, by your divine precèpts And mine own industry, but to profit much. Bara. As much, I hope, as all I hid is worth.

ABB. Come, daughter, follow us.

[Aside.

BARA. [coming forward] Why, how now, Abigail! What mak'st thou amongst these hateful Christians? Friar Jac. Hinder her not, thou man of little faith,

For she has mortified herself.

Bara. How! mortified!

Friar Jac. And is admitted to the sisterhood.

Bara. Child of perdition, and thy father's shame! What wilt thou do among these hateful fiends? I charge thee on my blessing that thou leave These devils and their damnèd heresy ! Abig. Father, forgive me—*