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Bosc. Governor of Malta, hither am I bound;
> Kni.'Tis true, my lord, therefore intreat him well. Bosc. Our fraught is Grecians, Turks, and Africk
Gov. Martin del Bosco, I have heard of thee;
1 Kni. Del Bosco, as thou lov'st and honour'st us,
The Christian Isle of Rhodes, from whence you came,
Gov. Captain we know it, but our force is small.
Bos. My lord and king hath title to this Isle,
Gov. On this condition shall thy Turks be sold.
Bosc. So shall you imitate those you succeed : For when their hideous force environ'd Rhodes, Small though the number was that kept the town, They fought it out, and not a man surviv'd To bring the hapless news to Christendom. Gov. So will we fight it out; come,
away : Proud daring Calymath, instead of gold, We'll send thee bullets wrapt in smoke and fire : Claim tribute where thou wilt, we are resolv'd, Honor is bought with blood and not with gold.
[Exeunt. Enter OFFICERS with slaves. I OFF. This is the Market-place, here let 'em
Fear not their sale, for they'll be quickly bought.
2 Off. Every one's price is written on his back, And so much must they yield or not be sold. 1 OFF. Here comes the Jew, had not his goods
been seiz'd, He'd give us present money for them all.
Enter BARABAS. Bar. In spite of these swine-eating Christians, (Unchosen nation, never circumcis'd ; Such as poor villains were ne'er thought upon Till Titus and Vespasian conquer'd us.) Am I become as wealthy as I was: They hop'd my daughter would have been a Dun; But she's at home, and I have bought a house As great and fair as is the governor's ; And there in spite of Malta will I dwell: Having Ferneze's hand, whose heart I'll have; Aye, and his son's too, or it shall go hard. I am not of the tribe of Levi, I, That can so soon forget an injury. We Jews can fawn like spaniels when we please ; And when we grin we bite, yet are our looks As innocent and harmless as a lamb's. I learn'd in Florence how to kiss my hand, Heave up my shoulders when they call me dog, And duck as low as any bare-foot friar, Hoping to see them starve upon a stall, Or else be gather'd for in our Synagogue ; That when the offering-bason comes to me, Even for charity I may spit into it.
Here comes Don Lodowick the governor's son,
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
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,
Lod. Well, Barabas, canst help me to a diamond ?
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
(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 :