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Math. But wherefore talk'd Don Lodowick with

you? BAR. Tush! man, we talk'd of diamonds, not of

Abigail. Moth. Tell me, Mathias, is not that the Jew?

BAR. As for the comment on the Maccabees I have it, sir, and 'tis at your command.

Matu. Yes, Madam, and my talk with him was About the borrowing of a book or two, Moth. Converse not with him, he is cast off

from heaven. Thou hast thy crowns, fellow, come let's away.

[Exeunt. Math. Sirrah, Jew, remember the book. BAR. Marry will I, sir. OFF. Come, I have made a reasonable market,

let's away:

Bar. Now let me know thy name, and there

withal Thy birth, condition, and profession. Itha. Faith, sir, my birth is but mean, my name's

My profession what you please.
Bar. Hast thou no trade? then listen to my

And I will teach thee that shall stick by thee:
First be thou void of these affections,
Compassion, love, vain hope, and heartless fear,
Be mov’d at nothing, see thou pity none,
But to thyself smile when the Christians moan.

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Itha. O brave master, I worship your nose for

this.* BAR. As for myself, I walk abroad a nights And kill sick people groaning under walls : Sometimes I go about and poison wells; And now and then, to cherish Christian thieves, I am content to lose some of my crowns ; That I may, walking in my gallery, See 'em go pinion'd along by my door. Being young I studied physick, and began To practise first upon the Italian; There I enrich'd the priests with burials, And always kept the sexton's arms in use With digging graves and rinzing dead men's knells : And after that was I an engineer, And in the wars 'twixt France and Germany, Under pretence of helping Charles the Fifth, Slew friend and enemy with my stratagems. Then after that was I an usurer, And with extorting, cozening, forfeiting, And tricks belonging unto brokery, I tillid the jails with bankrupts in a year, And with young orphans planted hospitals, And every moon made some or other mad, And now and then one hung himself for grief, Pinning upon his breast a long great scroll How I with interest tormented him. But mark how I am blest for plaguing them,

* The Jew, it appears from Rowley's Search for Money, 1609, was represented on the stage with a large nose. VOL. I.


I have as much coin as will buy the town.
But tell me now, how hast thou spent thy time?
Itha. 'Faith, master, in setting Christian villages

on fire,
Chaining of eunuchs, binding galley-slaves.
One time I was an ostler in an inn,
And in the night time secretly would I steal
To travellers' chambers, and there cut their throats :
Once at Jerusalem, where the pilgrims kneeld,
I strewed powder on the marble stones,
And therewithal their knees would rankle so
That I have laugh'd agood to see the cripples
Go limping home to Christendom on stilts.

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.
Use him as if he were a Philistine.
Dissemble, swear, protest, vow to love him,
He is not of the seed of Abraham.

I am a little busy, sir, pray pardon me.
Abigail, bid him welcome for my sake.
Abig. For your sake and his own he's welcome

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


BAR. I know it: yet I say make love to him;
Do, it is requisite it should be so.
Nay, on my life, it is my factor's hand,
But go you in, I'll think


the account.

[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 is true, That I intend my daughter shall be thine. MATH. Aye, Barabas, or else thou wrong'st me much. BAR. Oh, heaven forbid I should have such a thought. Pardon me though I weep; the governor's son Will, whether I will or no, have Abigail : He sends her letters, bracelets, jewels, rings. MATH. Does she receive them 2 BAR. She? No, Mathias, no, but sends them back, And when he comes, she locks herself up fast; Yet through the key-hole will he talk to her, While she runs to the window looking out, When you 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. l'll rouze him thence. BAR. Not for all Malta, therefore sheath your sword; If you love me, no quarrels in my house; But steal you in, and seem to see him not; I'll give him such a warning e'er he goes As he shall have small hopes of Abigail. Away, for here they come. Enter Lodowick, ABIGAIL. MATH. What hand in hand, I cannot suffer this.

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