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Enter COURTEZAN and PILIA-BORSA. Court. Ob, bring us to the governor. Gov. Away with her, she is a courtezan. Court. Whate'er I am, yet, governor, hear me
Gov. Had we but proof of this—
my lodging, That was his agent, he'll confess it all. Gov. Go fetch him straight; I always fear'd that
Enter BARABAS and ITHAMORE. Bar. I'll go alone; dogs, do not hale me thus. ITHA. Nor me neither, I cannot out-run you, con
stable: oh, my belly. Bar. One dram of powder more had made all
sure ; What a damn'd slave was I ! Gov. Make fires, heat irons, let the rack be
fetch'd. KNIGHTS. Nay, stay, my lord, 't may be he will
BAR. Confess! what mean you, lords, who should
confess? Gov. Thou and thy Turk; 'twas you that slew
Itha. Guilty, my lord, I confess: your son and
BAR. Who carried that challenge?
Itha. I carried it, I confess; but who writ it? Marry, even he that strangled Barnardine, poison'd the nuns, and his own daughter.
Gov. Away with him, his sight is death to me.
Gov. Once more away with him; you shall have law.
BAR. Devils do your worst, I live in spite of you. As these have spoke so be it to their souls : I hope the poison'd flowers will work anon. [Erit.
Enter the Mother of MATHIAS. Mother. Was my Mathias murder'd by the Jew? Ferneze, 'twas thy son that murder'd him.
Gov. Be patient, gentle madam, it was he, He forg'd the daring challenge made them fight. Motier. Where is the Jew? where is that mur
Enter OFFICER. Opp. My lord, the courtezan and her man are
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
Since they are dead, let them be buried.
BAR. What, all alone? well fare, sleepy drink.
Enter CALYMATH, BASHAws, and TURKS.
BAR. Yes, my good lord, one that can spy a place Where you may enter, and surprize the town: My name is Barabas; I am the Jew. Caly. Art thou that Jew whose goods we heard
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.
Caly. Didst break prison?
Bar. No, no:
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
CALY. If this be true, I'll make thee governor.
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
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
BAR. May all good fortune follow Calymath.