'Las I could weep at your calamity.

Take in the staff too, for that must be shown:
Law wills that each particular be known. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Enter COURTEZAN, and PILIA-BORSA.

COURT. Pilia-borsa,didst thou meet with Ithamore?
PILIA. I did.

COURT. And didst thou deliver my letter?

PILIA. I did.

COURT. And what think'st thou, will he come?

PILIA. I think so, and yet I cannot tell, for at the reading of the letter, he look'd like a man of another world.

COURT. Why so?

PILIA. That such a base slave as he should be saluted by such a tall man as I am, from such a beautiful dame as you.

COURT. And what said he?

PILIA. Not a wise word, only gave me a nod, as who should say, is it even so; and so I left him, being driven to a non-plus at the critical aspect of my terrible countenance.

COURT. And where didst meet him?

PILIA. Upon mine own free-hold, within forty foot of the gallows, conning his neck-verse I take it, looking of a friar's execution, whom I saluted with an old hempen proverb, Hodie tibi, cras mihi, and so I left him to the mercy of the hangman: but the exercise being done, see where he comes.

Enter ITHAMOre.

ITHA. I never knew a man take his death so patiently as this Friar; he was ready to leap off ere the halter was about his neck; and when the hangman had put on his hempen tippet, he made such haste to his prayers, as if he had had another cure to serve; well, go whither he will, I'll be none of his followers in haste:. And, now I think on't, going to the execution, a fellow met me with mustachios like a raven's wing, and a dagger with a hilt like a warming-pan, and he gave me a letter from one Madam Bellamira, saluting me in such sort as if he had meant to make clean my boots with his lips; the effect was, that I should come to her house; I wonder what the reason is; it may be she sees more in me than I can find in myself: for she writes further, that she loves me ever since she saw me, and who would not requite such love? here's her house, and here she comes, and now would I were gone, I am not worthy to look upon her.

PILIA. This is the gentleman you writ to.

ITHA. Gentleman, he flouts me, what gentry can be in a poor Turk of ten pence? I'll be gone. COURT. Is't not a sweet fac'd youth, Pilia? ITHA. Again, sweet youth; did not you, sir, bring the sweet youth a letter?

PILIA. I did sir, and from this gentlewoman, who as myself, and the rest of the family, stand or fall at your service.

COURT. Though woman's modesty should hale me

back, I can withhold no longer; welcome sweet love.

ITHA. Now am I clean, or rather foully out of the way.

COURT. Whither so soon?

ITHA. I'll go steal some money from my master to make me handsome: Pray pardon me, I must go see a ship discharg'd.

ye

COURT. Canst thou be so unkind to leave me thus? PILIA. And did but know how she loves you, sir. ITHA. Nay, I care not how much she loves me; Sweet Bellamira, would I had my master's wealth for thy sake:

PILIA. And you can have it, sir, and if you please.

ITHA. If 'twere above ground I could, and would have it; but he hides and buries it up as partridges do their eggs, under the earth.

PILIA. And is't not possible to find it out?
ITHA. By no means possible.

COURT. What shall we do with this base villain

then?

[Aside to Pilia Borsa.

PILIA. Let me alone, do but you speak him fair:

But you know some secrets of the Jew, which,

[Aside to her.

If they were reveal'd would do him harm.

ITHA. Aye, and such as-Go to, no more,

I'll make him send me half he has, and glad he

'scapes so too.

Pen and ink!

I'll write unto him; we'll have money straight.
PILIA. Send for a hundred crowns at least.

[He writes. ITHA. Ten hundred thousand crowns,-master

Barabas.

PILIA. Write not so submissively, but threat'ning

him.

ITHA. Sirrah, Barabas, send me a hundred

crowns.

PILIA. Put in two hundred at least.

ITHA. I charge thee send me three hundred by this bearer, and this shall be your warrant; if you do not, no more, but so.

PILIA. Tell him you will confess.

ITHA. Otherwise I'll confess all-vanish and return

in a twinkle.

PILIA. Let me alone, I'll use him in his kind.

ITHA. Hang him, Jew.

COURT. Now, gentle Ithamore, lie in my lap.. Where are my maids? provide a running banquet; Send to the merchant, bid him bring me silks, Shall Ithamore, my love, go in such rags? ITHA. And bid the jeweller come hither too. COURT. I have no husband, sweet, I'll marry thee. ITHA. Content, but we will leave this paltry land, And sail from hence to Greece, to lovely Greece, I'll be thy Jason, thou my golden fleece; Where painted carpets o'er the meads are hurl'd, And Bacchus' vineyards overspread the world: Where woods and forests go in goodly green,

I'll be Adonis, thou shalt be Love's Queen.
The meads, the orchards, and the primrose lanes,
Instead of sedge and reed, bear sugar canes :
Thou in those groves, by Dis above,

Shalt live with me and be my love.

COURT. Whither will I not go with gentle Ithamore?

Enter PILIA-BORSA.

ITHA. How now! hast thou the gold?

PILIA. Yes.

ITHA. But came it freely? did the cow give down her milk freely?

PILIA. At reading of the letter, he star'd and stamp'd, and turn'd aside, I took him by the beard, and look'd upon him thus; told him he were best to send it then he hugg'd and embrac'd me.

ITHA. Rather for fear than love.

PILIA. Then, like a Jew, he laugh'd and jeer'd, and told me he lov'd me for your sake, and said what a faithful servant you had been.

ITHA. The more villain he to keep me thus: Here's goodly 'parel, is there not?

PILIA. To conclude, he gave me ten crowns.

ITHA. But ten? I'll not leave him worth a grey groat. Give me a ream of paper, we'll have a kingdom of gold for't.

PILIA. Write for five hundred crowns.

ITHA. Sirrah, Jew, as you love your life send me five hundred crowns, and give the bearer one hundred. Tell him I must have't.