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ln 0001The Famous
ln 0002TRAGEDY
ln 0003OF THE RICH IEVV
ln 0004OF MALTA.


ln 0005AS IT WAS PLAYD
ln 0006BEFORE THE KING AND
ln 0007QVEENE, IN HIS MAJESTIES
ln 0008Theatre at White-Hall, by her Majesties
ln 0009Servants at the Cock-pit.
ln 0010Written by CHRISTOPHER MARLO.
ln 0011[ ···· ]ON
ln 0012Printed by I. B. for Nicholas Vavasour, and are to be sold
ln 0013at his Shop in the Inner-Temple, neere the
ln 0014Church. 1633.


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ln 0001TO
ln 0002MY VVORTHY
ln 0003FRIEND, Mr. THOMAS
ln 0004HAMMON, OF GRAYES
ln 0005INN, &c.



ln 0006THis Play, composed by so
ln 0007worthy an Authour as Mr.
ln 0008Marlo; and the part of the
ln 0009Jew presented by so vnimi-
ln 0010table an Actor as Mr. Allin,
ln 0011being in this later Age com-
ln 0012mended to the Stage: As I
ln 0013vsher’d it unto the Court, and
ln 0014presented it to the Cock-pit,
ln 0015with these Prologues and E-
ln 0016pilogues here inserted, so now being newly brought to
ln 0017the Presse, I was loath it should be published without
ln 0018the ornament of an Epistle; making choyce of you
ln 0019vnto whom to deuote it; then whom (of all those
ln 0020Gentlemen and acquaintance, within the compasse of
ln 0021my long knowledge) there is none more able to taxe
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ln 0022Ignorance, or attribute right to merit. Sir, you haue bin
ln 0023pleased to grace some of mine owne workes with your
ln 0024curteous patronage; I hope this will not be the worse
ln 0025accepted, because commended by mee; ouer whom,
ln 0026none can clayme more power or priuilege than your
ln 0027 selfe. I had no better a New-yeares gift to present you
ln 0028with; receiue it therefore as a continuance of that in-
ln 0029uiolable obliegement, by which, he rests stil ingaged;
ln 0030who as he euer hath, shall alwayes remaine,


ln 0031Tuissmus:


ln 0032THO. HEYVVOOD.

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wln 0001The Prologue spoken at Court.

wln 0002GRacious and Great, that we so boldly dare,
wln 0003(’Mo[ · ]gst other Playes that now in fashion are)
wln 0004To present this; writ many yeares agone,
wln 0005And in that Age, thought second vnto none;
wln 0006We humbly c[ · ]ave your pardon: we pursue
wln 0007The story of a rich and famous Jew
wln 0008Who liu’d in Malta: you shall find him still,
wln 0009In all his p[ · ]oiects, a sound Macheuill;
wln 0010And that’s his Character: He that hath past
wln 0011So many Censures, is now come at last
wln 0012To haue your princely Eares, grace you him; then
wln 0013You crowne the Action, and renowne the pen.





wln 0014Epilogue.

wln 0015IT is our feare (dread Soueraigne) we haue bin
wln 0016Too tedious; neither can’t be lesse than sinne
wln 0017To wrong your Princely patience: If we haue,
wln 0018(Thus low deiected) we your pardon craue:
wln 0019And if ought here offend your eare or sight,
wln 0020We onely Act, and Speake, what others write.


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wln 0021The Prologue to the Stage, at
wln 0022the Cocke-pit.


wln 0023WE know not how this Play may passe this Stage,
wln 0024*Marlo.But by the best of * Poets in that age
wln 0025The Malta-Jew had being, and was made;
wln 0026*Allin.And He, then by the best of * Actors play’d:
wln 0027In Hero and Leander, one did gaine
wln 0028A lasting memorie: in Tamberlaine,
wln 0029This Jew, with others many: th’ other man
wln 0030The Attribute of peerelesse, being a man
wln 0031Whom we may ranke with (doing no one wrong)
wln 0032Proteus for shapes, and Roseius for a tongue,
wln 0033So could he speake, so vary; nor is’t hate
wln 0034*Perkins.To merit: in * him who doth personate
wln 0035Our Jew this day, nor is it his ambition
wln 0036To exceed, or equall, being of condition
wln 0037More modest; this is all that he intends,
wln 0038(And that too, at the vrgence of some friends)
wln 0039To proue his best, and if none here gaine-say it,
wln 0040The part he hath studied, and intends to play it.





wln 0041Epilogue.

wln 0042IN Graving, with Pigmalion to contend;
wln 0043Or Painting, with Apelles; doubtlesse the end
wln 0044Must be disgrace: our Actor did not so,
wln 0045He onely aym’d to goe, but not out goe.
wln 0046Nor thinke that this day any prize was plaid,
wln 0047Here were no betts at all, no wagers laid;
wln 0048All the ambition that his mind doth swell,
wln 0049Is but to heare from you, (by me) ’twas well.


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wln 0050THE
wln 0051IEW OF
wln 0052MALTA.



wln 0053Macheuil.
wln 0054ALbeit the world thinke Macheuill is dead,
wln 0055Yet was his soule but flowne beyond the Alpes,
wln 0056And now the Guize is dead, is come from France
wln 0057To view this Land, and frolicke with his friends.
wln 0058To some perhaps my name is odious,
wln 0059But such as loue me, gard me from their tongues,
wln 0060And let them know that I am Macheuill,
wln 0061And weigh not men, and therefore not mens words:
wln 0062Admir’d I am of those that hate me most.
wln 0063Though some speake openly against my bookes,
wln 0064Yet will they reade me, and thereby attaine
wln 0065To Peters Chayre: And when they cast me off;
wln 0066Are poyson’d by my climing followers.
wln 0067I count Religion but a childish Toy,
wln 0068And hold there is no sinne but Ignorance.
wln 0069Birds of the Aire will tell of murders past;
wln 0070I am asham’d to heare such fooleries:
wln 0071Many will talke of Title to a Crowne.
wln 0072What right had Caesar to the Empire?
wln 0073Might first made Kings, and Lawes were then most sure
wln 0074When like the Drancus they were writ in blood.
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wln 0075Hence comes it, that a strong built Citadell
wln 0076Commands much more then letters can import:
wln 0077Which maxime had Phaleris obseru’d,
wln 0078H’had neuer bellowed in a brasen Bull
wln 0079Of great ones enuy; o’th poore petty wites,
wln 0080Let me be enuy’d and not pittied!
wln 0081But whither am I bound, I come not, I,
wln 0082To reade a lecture here in Britaine,
wln 0083But to present the Tragedy of a Iew,
wln 0084Who smiles to see how full his bags are cramb’d
wln 0085Which mony was not got without my meanes.
wln 0086I craue but this, Grace him as he deserues,
wln 0087And let him not be entertain’d the worse
wln 0088Because he fauours me.
wln 0089Enter Barabas in his Counting-house,
wln 0090with heapes of gold before him.

wln 0091Iew,So that of thus much that returne was made:
wln 0092And of the third part of the Persian ships,
wln 0093There was the venture summ’d and satisfied.
wln 0094As for those Samintes, and the men of Vzz,
wln 0095That bought my Spanish Oyles, and Wines of Greece,
wln 0096Here haue I purst their paltry siluerbings.
wln 0097Fye; what a trouble tis to count this trash.
wln 0098Well fare the Arabians, who so richly pay,
wln 0099The things they traffique for with wedge of gold,
wln 0100Whereof a man may easily in a day
wln 0101Tell that which may maintaine him all his life.
wln 0102The needy groome that neuer fingred groat,
wln 0103Would make a miracle of thus much coyne:
wln 0104But he whose steele-bard coffers are cramb’d full,
wln 0105And all his life time hath bin tired,
wln 0106Wearying his fingers ends with telling it,
wln 0107Would in his age be loath to labour so,
wln 0108And for a pound to sweat himselfe to death:
wln 0109Giue me the Merchants of the Indian Mynes,
wln 0110That trade in mettall of the purest mould;
wln 0111The wealthy Moore, that in the Easterne rockes
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wln 0112Without controule can picke his riches vp,
wln 0113And in his house heape pearle like pibble-stones:
wln 0114Receiue them free, and sell them by the weight,
wln 0115Bags of fiery Opals, Saphires, Amatists,
wln 0116Iacints, hard Topas, grasse-greene Emeraulds,
wln 0117Beauteous Rubyes, sparkling Diamonds,
wln 0118And seildsene costly stones of so great price,
wln 0119As one of them indifferently rated,
wln 0120And of a Carrect of this quantity,
wln 0121May serue in perill of calamity
wln 0122To ransome great Kings from captiuity.
wln 0123This is the ware wherein consists my wealth:
wln 0124And thus me thinkes should men of iudgement frame
wln 0125Their meanes of traffique from the vulgar trade,
wln 0126And as their wealth increaseth, so inclose
wln 0127Infinite riches in a little roome.
wln 0128But now how stands the wind?
wln 0129Into what corner peeres my Halcions bill?
wln 0130Ha, to the East? yes: See how stands the Vanes?
wln 0131East and by-South: why then I hope my ships
wln 0132I sent for Egypt and the bordering Iles
wln 0133Are gotten vp by Nilus winding bankes:
wln 0134Mine Argosie from Alexandria,
wln 0135Loaden with Spice and Silkes, now vnder saile,
wln 0136Are smoothly gliding downe by Candie shoare
wln 0137To Malta, through our Mediterranean sea.
wln 0138But who comes heare? How now.
wln 0139Enter a Merchant.
wln 0140Merch.Barabas, thy ships are safe,
wln 0141Riding in Malta Rhode: And all the Merchants
wln 0142With other Merchandize are safe arriu’d,
wln 0143And haue sent me to know whether your selfe
wln 0144Will come and custome them.
wln 0145Iew.The ships are safe thou saist, and richly fraught.
wln 0146Merch.They are.
wln 0147Iew.VVhy then goe bid them come ashore,
wln 0148And bring with them their bils of entry:
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wln 0149I hope our credit in the Custome-house
wln 0150Will serue as well as I were present there.
wln 0151Goe send ’vm threescore Camels, thirty Mules,
wln 0152And twenty Waggons to bring vp the ware.
wln 0153But art thou master in a ship of mine,
wln 0154And is thy credit not enough for that?
wln 0155Merch.The very Custome barely comes to more
wln 0156Then many Merchants of the Towne are worth,
wln 0157And therefore farre exceeds my credit, Sir.
wln 0158Iew.Goe tell ’em the Iew of Malta sent thee, man.
wln 0159Tush, who amongst ’em knowes not Barrabas?
wln 0160Merch.I goe.
wln 0161Iew.So then, there’s somewhat come.
wln 0162Sirra, which of my ships art thou Master off?
wln 0163Merch.Of the Speranza, Sir.
wln 0164Iew.And saw’st thou not mine Argosie at Alexandria
wln 0165Thou couldst not come from Egypt, or by Caire
wln 0166But at the entry there into the sea,
wln 0167Where Nilus payes his tribute to the maine,
wln 0168Thou needs must saile by Alexandria.
wln 0169Merch.I neither saw them, nor inquir’d of them.
wln 0170But this we heard some of our sea-men say,
wln 0171They wondred how you durst with so much wealth
wln 0172Trust such a crazed Vessell, and so farre.
wln 0173Iew.Tush; they are wise, I know her and her strength:
wln 0174By goe, goe thou thy wayes, discharge thy Ship,
wln 0175And bid my Factor bring his loading in.
wln 0176And yet I wonder at this Argosie,
wln 0177Enter a second Merchant.
wln 01782. Merch.Thine Argosie from Alexandria,
wln 0179Know Barabas doth ride in Malta Rhode.
wln 0180Laden with riches, and exceeding store
wln 0181Of Persian silkes, of gold, and Orient Perle:
wln 0182Iew.How chance you came not with those other ships
wln 0183That sail’d by Egypt?
wln 01842 Merch.Sir we saw ’em not.
wln 0185Iew.Belike they coasted round by Candie shoare
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wln 0186About their Oyles, or other businesses.
wln 0187But ’twas ill done of you to come so farre
wln 0188Without the ayd or conduct of their ships.
wln 01892. Merch.Sir, we were wafted by a Spanish Fleet
wln 0190That neuer left vs till within a league,
wln 0191That had the Gallies of the Turke in chase.
wln 0192Iew.Oh they were going vp to Sicily: well, goe
wln 0193And bid the Merchants and my men dispatch
wln 0194And come ashore, and see the fraught discharg’d.
wln 0195Merch.I goe.Exit.
wln 0196Iew.Thus trowles our fortune in by land and Sea,
wln 0197And thus are wee on euery side inrich’d:
wln 0198These are the Blessings promis’d to the Iewes,
wln 0199And herein was old Abrams happinesse:
wln 0200What more may Heaven doe for earthly man
wln 0201Then thus to powre out plenty in their laps,
wln 0202Ripping the bowels of the earth for them,
wln 0203Making the Sea their seruants, and the winds
wln 0204To driue their substance with successefull blasts?
wln 0205Who hateth me but for my happinesse?
wln 0206Or who is honour’d now but for his wealth?
wln 0207Rather had I a Iew be hated thus,
wln 0208Then pittied in a Christian pouerty:
wln 0209For I can see no fruits in all their faith,
wln 0210But malice, falshood, and excessiue pride,
wln 0211Which me thinkes fits not their profession.
wln 0212Happily some haplesse man hath conscience,
wln 0213And for his conscience liues in beggery.
wln 0214They say we are a scatter’d Nation:
wln 0215I cannot tell, but we haue scambled vp
wln 0216More wealth by farre then those that brag of faith.
wln 0217There’s Kirriah Iairim, the great Iew of Greece,
wln 0218Obed in Bairseth, Nones in Portugall,
wln 0219My selfe in Malta, some in Italy,
wln 0220Many in France, and wealthy euery one:
wln 0221I, wealthier farre then any Christian.
wln 0222I must confesse we come not to be Kings:
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wln 0223That’s not our fault: Alas, our number’s few,
wln 0224And Crownes come either by succession
wln 0225Or vrg’d by force; and nothing violent,
wln 0226Oft haue I heard tell, can be permanent.
wln 0227Giue vs a peacefull rule, make Christians Kings,
wln 0228That thirst so much for Principality.
wln 0229I haue no charge, nor many children,
wln 0230But one sole Daughter, whom I hold as deare
wln 0231As Agamemnon did his Iphigen:
wln 0232And all I haue is hers. But who comes here?
wln 0233Enter three Iewes.
wln 02341.Tush, tell not me ’twas done of policie.
wln 02352.Come therefore let vs goe to Barrabas;
wln 0236For he can counsell best in these affaires;
wln 0237And here he comes.
wln 0238Iew.Why how now Countrymen?
wln 0239Why flocke you thus to me in multitudes?
wln 0240What accident’s betided to the Iewes?
wln 02411.A Fleet of warlike Gallyes, Barabas,
wln 0242Are come from Turkey, and lye in our Rhode:
wln 0243And they this day sit in the Counsell-house
wln 0244To entertaine them and their Embassie.
wln 0245Iew.Why let ’em come, so they come not to warre;
wln 0246Or let ’em warre, so we be conquerors:
wln 0247Nay, let ’em combat, conquer, and kill all,Aside.
wln 0248So they spare me, my daughter, and my wealth.
wln 02491.Were it for confirmation of a League,
wln 0250They would not come in warlike manner thus.
wln 02512.I feare their comming will afflict vs all.
wln 0252Iew.Fond men, what dreame you of their multitudes?
wln 0253What need they treat of peace that are in league?
wln 0254The Turkes and those of Malta are in league.
wln 0255Tut, tut, there is some other matter in’t.
wln 02561.Why, Barabas, they come for peace or warre.
wln 0257Iew.Happily for neither, but to passe along
wln 0258Towards Venice by the Adriatick Sea;
wln 0259With whom they haue attempted many times,
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wln 0260But neuer could effect their Stratagem.
wln 02613.And very wisely sayd, it may be so.
wln 02622.But there’s a meeting in the Senate-house,
wln 0263And all the Iewes in Malta must be there.
wln 0264Iew.Vmh; All the Iewes in Malta must be there?
wln 0265I, like enough, why then let euery man
wln 0266Prouide him, and be there for fashion-sake.
wln 0267If any thing shall there concerne our state
wln 0268Assure your selues I’le looke vnto my selfe.aside,
wln 02691.I know you will; well brethren let vs goe.
wln 02702.Let’s take our leaues; Farewell good Barabas.
wln 0271Iew.Doe so; Farewell Zaareth, farewell Temainte.
wln 0272And Barabas now search this secret out.
wln 0273Summon thy sences, call thy wits togethre:
wln 0274These silly men mistake the matter cleane.
wln 0275Long to the Turke did Malta contribute;
wln 0276Which Tribute all in policie, I feare,
wln 0277The Turkes haue let increase to such a summe,
wln 0278As all the wealth of Malta cannot pay;
wln 0279And now by that aduantage thinkes, belike,
wln 0280To seize vpon the Towne: I, that he seekes.
wln 0281How ere the world goe, I’le make sure for one,
wln 0282And seeke in time to intercept the worst,
wln 0283Warily garding that which I ha got.
wln 0284Ego mihimet sum semper proximas.
wln 0285Why let ’em enter, let ’em take the Towne.
wln 0286Enter Gouernors of Malta, Knights met by
wln 0287Bassoes of the Turke; Calymath.

wln 0288Gouer.Now Bassoes, what demand you at our hands?
wln 0289Bass.Know Knights of Malta, that we came from Rhodes
wln 0290From Cyprus, Candy, and those other Iles
wln 0291That lye betwixt the Mediterranean seas.
wln 0292Gov.What’s Cyprus, Candy, and those other Iles
wln 0293To vs, or Malta? What at our hands demand ye?
wln 0294Calim.The ten yeares tribute that remaines vnpaid.
wln 0295Gov.Alas, my Lord, the summe is ouergreat,
wln 0296I hope your Highnesse will consider vs.
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wln 0297Calim.I wish, graue Gouernours ’twere in my power
wln 0298To fauour you, but ’tis my fathers cause,
wln 0299Wherein I may not, nay I dare not dally.
wln 0300Gov.Then giue vs leaue, great Selim-Calymath.
wln 0301Caly.Stand all aside, and let the Knights determine,
wln 0302And send to keepe our Gallies vnder-saile,
wln 0303For happily we shall not tarry here:
wln 0304Now Gouernours how are you resolu’d?
wln 0305Gov.Thus: Since your hard conditions are such
wln 0306That you will needs haue ten yeares tribute past,
wln 0307We may haue time to make collection
wln 0308Amongst the Inhabitants of Malta for’t.
wln 0309Bass.That’s more then is in our Commission.
wln 0310Caly.What Callapine a little curtesie.
wln 0311Let’s know their time, perhaps it is not long;
wln 0312And ’tis more Kingly to obtaine by peace
wln 0313Then to enforce conditions by constraint.
wln 0314What respit aske you Gouernours?
wln 0315Gov.But a month.
wln 0316Caly.We grant a month, but see you keep your promise.
wln 0317Now lanch our Gallies backe againe to Sea,
wln 0318VVhere wee’ll attend the respit you haue tane,
wln 0319And for the mony send our messenger.
wln 0320Farewell great Gouernors, and braue Knights of Malta.
wln 0321Exeunt.
wln 0322Gov.And all good fortune wait on Calymath.
wln 0323Goe one and call those Iewes of Malta hither:
wln 0324VVere they not summon’d to appeare to day.
wln 0325Officer.They were, my Lord, and here they come.
wln 0326Enter Barabas, and three Iewes.
wln 03271 Knight.Haue you determin’d what to say to them?
wln 0328Gov.Yes, giue me leaue, and Hebrwes now come neare.
wln 0329From the Emperour of Turkey is arriu’d
wln 0330Great Selim-Calymath, his Highnesse sonne,
wln 0331To leuie of vs ten yeares tribute past,
wln 0332Now then here know that it concerneth vs:
wln 0333Bar.Then good my Lord, to keepe your quiet still,
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wln 0334Your Lordship shall doe well to let them haue it.
wln 0335Gov.Soft Barabas, there’s more longs too’t than so.
wln 0336To what this ten yeares tribute will amount
wln 0337That we haue cast, but cannot compasse it
wln 0338By reason of the warres, that robb’d our store;
wln 0339And therefore are we to request your ayd.
wln 0340Bar.Alas, my Lord, we are no souldiers:
wln 0341And what’s our aid against so great a Prince?
wln 03421 Kni.Tut, Iew, we know thou art no souldier;
wln 0343Thou art a Merchant, and a monied man,
wln 0344And ’tis thy mony, Barabas, we seeke.
wln 0345Bar.How, my Lord, my mony?
wln 0346Gov.Thine and the rest.
wln 0347For to be short, amongst you ’tmust be had,
wln 0348Iew.Alas, my Lord, the most of vs are poore.
wln 0349Gov.Then let the rich increase your portions:
wln 0350Bar.Are strangers with your tribute to be tax’d?
wln 03512 Kni.Haue strangers leaue with vs to get their wealth?
wln 0352Then let them with vs contribute.
wln 0353Bar.How, equally?
wln 0354Gov.No, Iew, like infidels.
wln 0355For through our sufferance of your hatefull liues,
wln 0356Who stand accursed in the sight of heauen,
wln 0357These taxes and afflictions are befal’ne,
wln 0358And therefore thus we are determined;
wln 0359Reade there the Articles of our decrees.
wln 0360Reader.First, the tribute mony of the Turkes shall all be
wln 0361Leuyed amongst the Iewes, and each of them to pay one
wln 0362Halfe of his estate.
wln 0363Bar.How, halfe his estate? I hope you meane not mine.
wln 0364Gov.Read on.
wln 0365Read.Secondly, hee that denies to pay, shal straight be- (come
wln 0366A Christian.
wln 0367Bar.How a Christian? Hum, what’s here to doe?
wln 0368Read.Lastly, he that denies this, shall absolutely lose al he has.
wln 0369All 3 Iewes.Oh my Lord we will giue halfe.
wln 0370Bar.Oh earth-mettall’d villaines, and no Hebrews born!
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wln 0371And will you basely thus submit your selues
wln 0372To leaue your goods to their arbitrament?
wln 0373Gov.Why Barabas wilt thou be christned[ · ]
wln 0374Bar.No, Gouernour, I will be no conuertite.
wln 0375Gov,Then pay thy halfe.
wln 0376Bar.Why know you what you did by this deuice?
wln 0377Halfe of my substance is a Cities wealth.
wln 0378Governour, it was not got so easily;
wln 0379Nor will I part so slightly therewithall.
wln 0380Gov.Sir, halfe is the penalty of our decree,
wln 0381Either pay that, or we will seize on all.
wln 0382Bar.Corpo di deo; stay, you shall haue halfe,
wln 0383Let me be vs’d but as my brethren are.
wln 0384Gov.No, Iew, thou hast denied the Articles,
wln 0385And now it cannot be recall’d.
wln 0386Bar,Will you then steale my goods?
wln 0387Is theft the ground of your Religion?
wln 0388Gov.No, Iew, we take particularly thine
wln 0389To saue the ruine of a multitude:
wln 0390And better one want for a common good,
wln 0391Then many perish for a priuate man:
wln 0392Yet Barrabas we will not banish thee,
wln 0393But here in Malta, where thou gotst thy wealth,
wln 0394Liue still; and if thou canst, get more.
wln 0395Bar.Christians; what, or how can I multiply?
wln 0396Of nought is nothing made.
wln 03971 Knight.From nought at first thou camst to little welth,
wln 0398From little vnto more, from more to most:
wln 0399If your first curse fall heauy on thy head,
wln 0400And make thee poore and scorn[ * ]d of all the world,
wln 0401’Tis not our fault, but thy inherent sinne.
wln 0402Bar.What? bring you Scripture to confirm your wronge?
wln 0403Preach me not out of my possessions.
wln 0404Some Iewes are wicked, as all Christians are:
wln 0405But say the Tribe that I descended of
wln 0406Were all in generall cast away for sinne,
wln 0407Shall I be tryed by their transgression?
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wln 0408The man that dealeth righteously shall liue:
wln 0409And which of you can charge me otherwise?
wln 0410Gov.Out wretched Barabas, sham’st thou not thus
wln 0411To iustifie thy selfe, as if we knew not
wln 0412Thy profession? If thou rely vpon thy righteousnesse,
wln 0413Be patient and thy riches will increase.
wln 0414Excesse of wealth is cause of covetousnesse:
wln 0415And couetousnesse, oh ’tis a monstrous sinne.
wln 0416Bar.I, but theft is worse: tush, take not from me then,
wln 0417For that is theft; and if you rob me thus,
wln 0418I must be forc’d to steale and compasse more.
wln 04191 Kni.Graue Gouernors, list not to his exclames:
wln 0420Conuert his mansion to a Nunnery,Enter Officers.
wln 0421His house will harbour many holy Nuns.
wln 0422Gov.It shall be so: now Officers haue you done?
wln 0423Offic.I, my Lord, we haue seiz’d vpon the goods
wln 0424And wares of Barabas, which being valued
wln 0425Amount to more then all the wealth in Malta.
wln 0426And of the other we haue seized halfe.
wln 0427Then wee’ll take order for the residue.
wln 0428Bar.Well then my Lord, say, are you satisfied?
wln 0429You haue my goods, my mony, and my wealth,
wln 0430My ships, my store, and all that I enioy’d;
wln 0431And hauing all, you can request no more;
wln 0432Vnlesse your vnrelenting flinty hearts
wln 0433Suppresse all pitty in your stony breasts,
wln 0434And now shall move you to bereave my life.
wln 0435Gov.No, Barabas, to staine our hands with blood
wln 0436Is farre from vs and our profession.
wln 0437Bar.Why I esteeme the iniury farre lesse,
wln 0438To take the liues of miserable men,
wln 0439Then be the causers of their misery.
wln 0440You haue my wealth the labour of my life,
wln 0441The comfort of mine age, my childrens hope,
wln 0442And therefore ne’re distinguish of the wrong.
wln 0443Gov.Content thee, Barabas, thou hast nought but right.
wln 0444Bar.Your extreme right does me exceeding wrong:
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wln 0445But take it to you i’th deuils name.
wln 0446Gov.Come, let vs in, and gather of these goods
wln 0447The mony for this tribute of the Turke.
wln 04481 Knight,’Tis necessary that be look’d vnto:
wln 0449For if we breake our day, we breake the league,
wln 0450And that will proue but simple policie.Exeunt,
wln 0451Bar.I, policie? that’s their profession,
wln 0452And not simplicity, as they suggest.
wln 0453The plagues of Egypt, and the curse of heauen,
wln 0454Earths barrennesse, and all mens hatred
wln 0455Inflict vpon them, thou great Primas Motor.
wln 0456And here vpon my knees, striking the earth,
wln 0457I banne their soules to everlasting paines
wln 0458And extreme tortures of the fiery deepe,
wln 0459That thus haue dealt with me in my distresse.
wln 04601 Iew.Oh yet be patient, gentle Barabas.
wln 0461Bar.Oh silly brethren, borne to see this day!
wln 0462Why stand you thus vnmou’d with my laments?
wln 0463Why weepe you not to thinke vpon my wrongs?
wln 0464Why pine not I, and dye in this distresse?
wln 04651 Iew.Why, Barabas, as hardly can we brooke
wln 0466The cruell handling of our selues in this:
wln 0467Thou seest they haue taken halfe our goods.
wln 0468Bar.Why did you yeeld to their extortion?
wln 0469You were a multitude, and I but one,
wln 0470And of me onely haue they taken all.
wln 04711 Iew.Yet brother Barabas remember Iob,
wln 0472Bar.What tell you me of Iob? I wot his wealth
wln 0473Was written thus: he had seuen thousand sheepe,
wln 0474Three thousand Camels, and two hundred yoake
wln 0475Of labouring Oxen, and fiue hundred
wln 0476Shee Asses: but for euery one of those,
wln 0477Had they beene valued at indifferent rate,
wln 0478I had at home, and in mine Argosie
wln 0479And other ships that came from Egypt last,
wln 0480As much as would haue bought his beasts and him,
wln 0481And yet haue kept enough to liue vpon;
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wln 0482So that not he, but I may curse the day,
wln 0483Thy fatall birth-day, forlorne Barabas;
wln 0484And henceforth wish for an eternall night,
wln 0485That clouds of darknesse may inclose my flesh,
wln 0486And hide these extreme sorrowes from mine eyes:
wln 0487For onely I haue toyl’d to inherit here
wln 0488The months of vanity and losse of time,
wln 0489And painefull nights haue bin appointed me.
wln 04902 Iew.Good Barabas be patient.
wln 0491Bar.I, I pray leave me in my patience.
wln 0492You that were ne’re possest of wealth, are pleas’d with (want.
wln 0493But giue him liberty at least to mourne,
wln 0494That in a field amidst his enemies,
wln 0495Doth see his souldiers slaine, himselfe disarm’d,
wln 0496And knowes no meanes of his recouerie:
wln 0497I, let me sorrow for this sudden chance,
wln 0498’Tis in the trouble of my spirit I speake;
wln 0499Great iniuries are not so soone forgot.
wln 05001 Iew.Come, let vs leaue him in his irefull mood,
wln 0501Our words will but increase his extasie.
wln 05022 Iew.On then: but trust me ’tis a misery
wln 0503To see a man in such affliction:
wln 0504Farewell Barabas.Exeunt.
wln 0505Bar.I, fare you well.
wln 0506See the simplicitie of these base slaues,
wln 0507Who for the villaines haue no wit themselues,
wln 0508Thinke me to be a senselesse lumpe of clay
wln 0509That will with euery water wash to dirt:
wln 0510No, Barabas is borne to better chance,
wln 0511And fram’d of finer mold then common men,
wln 0512That measure nought but by the present time.
wln 0513A reaching thought will search his deepest wits,
wln 0514And cast with cunning for the time to come:
wln 0515For euils are apt to happen euery day
wln 0516But whither wends my beauteous Abigall?
wln 0517Enter Ahigall the Iewes daughter.
wln 0518Oh what has made my louely daughter sad?
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wln 0519What? woman, moane not for a little losse:
wln 0520Thy father has enough in store for thee.
wln 0521Abig.Not for my selfe, but aged Barabas:
wln 0522Father, for thee lamenteth Abigaile:
wln 0523But I will learne to leaue these fruitlesse teares.
wln 0524And vrg’d thereto with my afflictions,
wln 0525With fierce exclaimes run to the Senate-house,
wln 0526And in the Senate reprehend them all,
wln 0527And rent their hearts with tearing of my haire,
wln 0528Till they reduce the wrongs done to my father.
wln 0529Bar.No, Abigail, things past recouery
wln 0530Are hardly cur’d with exclamations.
wln 0531Be silent, Daughter, sufferance breeds ease,
wln 0532And time may yeeld vs an occasion
wln 0533Which on the sudden cannot serue the turne.
wln 0534Besides, my girle, thinke me not all so fond
wln 0535As negligently to forgoe so much
wln 0536Without prouision for thy selfe and me.
wln 0537Ten thousand Portagues, besides great Perles,
wln 0538Rich costly Iewels, and Stones infinite,
wln 0539Fearing the worst of this before it fell,
wln 0540I closely hid.
wln 0541Abig.Where father?
wln 0542Bar.In my house my girle.
wln 0543Abig.Then shall they ne’re be seene of Barrabas:
wln 0544For they haue seiz’d vpon thy house and wares.
wln 0545Bar.But they will giue me leaue once more, I trow,
wln 0546To goe into my house.
wln 0547Abig.That may they not:
wln 0548For there I left the Gouernour placing Nunnes,
wln 0549Displacing me; and of thy house they meane
wln 0550To make a Nunnery, where none but their owne sect
wln 0551Must enter in; men generally barr’d.
wln 0552Bar.My gold, my gold, and all my wealth is gone.
wln 0553You partiall heauens, haue I deseru’d this plague?
wln 0554What will you thus oppose me, lucklesse Starres,
wln 0555To make me desperate in my pouerty?
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wln 0556And knowing me impatient in distresse
wln 0557Thinke me so mad as I will hang my selfe,
wln 0558That I may vanish ore the earth in ayre,
wln 0559And leaue no memory that e’re I was.
wln 0560No, I will liue; nor loath I this my life:
wln 0561And since you leaue me in the Ocean thus
wln 0562To sinke or swim, and put me to my shifts,
wln 0563I’le rouse my senses, and awake my selfe.
wln 0564Daughter, I haue it: thou perceiu’st the plight
wln 0565Wherein these Christians haue oppressed me:
wln 0566Be rul’d by me, for in extremitie
wln 0567We ought to make barre of no policie.
wln 0568Abig.Father, what e’re it be to iniure them
wln 0569That haue so manifestly wronged vs,
wln 0570What will not Abigall attempt?
wln 0571Bar.Why so; then thus, thou toldst me they haue turn’d (my house
wln 0572Into a Nunnery, and some Nuns are there.
wln 0573Abig.I did.
wln 0574Bar.Then Abigall, there must my girle
wln 0575Intreat the Abbasse to be entertain’d.
wln 0576Abig.How, as a Nunne?
wln 0577Bar.I, Daughter, for Religion
wln 0578Hides many mischiefes from suspition.
wln 0579Abig.I, but father they will suspect me there.
wln 0580Bar.Let ’em suspect, but be thou so precise
wln 0581As they may thinke it done of Holinesse.
wln 0582Intreat ’em faire, and giue them friendly speech,
wln 0583And seeme to them as if thy sinnes were great,
wln 0584Till thou hast gotten to be entertain’d.
wln 0585Abig.Thus father shall I much dissemble.
wln 0586Bar.Tush, as good dissemble that thou neuer mean’st
wln 0587As first meane truth, and then dissemble it,
wln 0588A counterfet profession is better
wln 0589Then vnseene hypocrisie.
wln 0590Abig.Well father, say I be entertain’d,
wln 0591What then shall follow?
wln 0592Bar.This shall follow then;
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wln 0593There haue I hid close underneath the plancke
wln 0594That runs along the vpper chamber floore,
wln 0595The gold and Iewels which I kept for thee.
wln 0596But here they come; be cunning Abigall.
wln 0597Abig.Then father goe with me.
wln 0598Bar.No, Abigall, in this
wln 0599It is not necessary I be seene.
wln 0600For I will seeme offended with thee for’t.
wln 0601Be close, my girle, for this must fetch my gold.
wln 0602Enter three Fryars and two Nuns.
wln 06031 Fry.Sisters, we now are almost at the new made Nun- (nery.
wln 06041 Nun.The better; for we loue not to be seene:
wln 0605’Tis 30 winters long since some of vs
wln 0606Did stray so farre amongst the multitude.
wln 06071 Fry.But, Madam, this house
wln 0608And waters of this new made Nunnery
wln 0609Will much delight you.
wln 0610Nun.It may be so: but who comes here?
wln 0611Abig.Grave Abbasse, and you happy Virgins guide,
wln 0612Pitty the state of a distressed Maid.
wln 0613Abb.What art thou daughter?
wln 0614Abig.The hopelesse daughter of a haplesse Iew,
wln 0615The Iew of Malta, wretched Barabas;
wln 0616Sometimes the owner of a goodly house,
wln 0617Which they haue now turn’d to a Nunnery.
wln 0618Abb.Well, daughter, say, what is thy suit with vs?
wln 0619Abig.Fearing the afflictions which my father feeles,
wln 0620Proceed from sinne, or want of faith in vs,
wln 0621I’de passe away my life in penitence,
wln 0622And be a Nouice in your Nunnery,
wln 0623To make attonement for my labouring soule.
wln 06241. Fry.No doubt, brother, but this proceedeth of the (spirit.
wln 06252 Fry.I, and of a moving spirit too, brother; but come,
wln 0626Let vs intreat she may be entertain’d.
wln 0627Abb.Well, daughter, we admit you for a Nun.
wln 0628Abig.First let me as a Novice learne to frame
wln 0629My solitary life to your streight lawes,
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wln 0630And let me lodge where I was wont to lye,
wln 0631I doe not doubt by your divine precepts
wln 0632And mine owne industry, but to profit much.
wln 0633Bar.As much I hope as all I hid is worth.aside.
wln 0634Abb.Come daughter, follow vs.
wln 0635Bar.Why how now Abigall, what mak’st thou
wln 0636Amongst these hateful Christians?
wln 06371 Fry.Hinder her not, thou man of little faith,
wln 0638For she has mortified her selfe.
wln 0639Bar.How, mortified!
wln 06401 Fry.And is admitted to the Sister-hood.
wln 0641Bar.Child of perdition, and thy fathers shame,
wln 0642What wilt thou doe among these hatefull fiends?
wln 0643I charge thee on my blessing that thou leaue
wln 0644These diuels, and their damned heresie.
wln 0645Abig.Father giue me
wln 0646Bar.Nay backe, Abigall,
wln 0647And thinke vpon the Iewels and the gold,
{Whispers
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wln 0648The boord is marked thus that couers it.
wln 0649Away accursed from thy fathers sight.
wln 06501 Fry.Barabas, although thou art in mis-beleefe,
wln 0651And wilt not see thine owne afflictions,
wln 0652Yet let thy daughter be no longer blinde.
wln 0653Bar.Blind, Fryer, I wrecke not thy perswasions.
wln 0654The boord is marked thus that couers it,
wln 0655For I had rather dye, then see her thus.
wln 0656Wilt thou forsake mee too in my distresse,
wln 0657Seduced Daughter, Goe forget net.aside to her.
wln 0658Becomes it Iewes to be so credulous,
wln 0659To morrow early Il’e be at the doore.aside to her.
wln 0660No come not at me, if thou wilt be damn’d,
wln 0661Forget me, see me not, and so be gone.
wln 0662Farewell, Remember to morrow morning.aside.
wln 0663Out, out thou wretch.
wln 0664Enter Mathias.
wln 0665Math.Whose this? Faire Abigall the rich Iewes daugh- (ter
wln 0666Become a Nun, her fathers sudden fall
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wln 0667Has humbled her and brought her downe to this:
wln 0668Tut, she were fitter for a tale of loue
wln 0669Then to be tired out with Orizons:
wln 0670And better would she farre become a bed
wln 0671Embraced in a friendly louers armes,
wln 0672Then rise at midnight to a solemne masse.

wln 0673Enter Lodowicke.
wln 0674Lod.Why how now Don Mathias, in a dump?
wln 0675Math.Beleeue me, Noble Lodowicke, I haue seene
wln 0676The strangest sight, in my opinion,
wln 0677That euer I beheld.
wln 0678Lod.What wast I prethe?
wln 0679Math.A faire young maid scarce 14 yeares of age,
wln 0680The sweetest flower in Citherea’s field,
wln 0681Cropt from the pleasures of the fruitfull earth,
wln 0682And strangely metamorphis’d Nun.
wln 0683Lod.But say, What was she?
wln 0684Math.Why the rich Iewes daughter.
wln 0685Lod.What Barabas, whose goods were lately seiz’d?
wln 0686Is she so faire?
wln 0687Math.And matchlesse beautifull;
wln 0688As had you seene her ’twould haue mou’d your heart,
wln 0689Tho countermin’d with walls of brasse, to loue,
wln 0690Or at the least to pitty.
wln 0691Lod.And if she be so faire as you report,
wln 0692’Twere time well spent to goe and visit her:
wln 0693How say you, shall we?
wln 0694Math,I must and will, Sir, there’s no remedy.
wln 0695Lod.And so will I too, or it shall goe hard.
wln 0696Farewell Mathias.
wln 0697Mat.Farewell Lodowicke.Exeunt.



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wln 0698Actus Secundus.

wln 0699Enter Barabas with a light.

wln 0700Bar.THus like the sad presaging Rauen that tolls
wln 0701The sicke mans passeport in her hollow beake,
wln 0702And in the shadow of the silent night
wln 0703Doth shake contagion from her sable wings;
wln 0704Vex’d and tormented runnes poore Barabas
wln 0705With fatall curses towards these Christians.
wln 0706The incertaine pleasures of swift-footed time
wln 0707Haue tane their flight, and left me in despaire;
wln 0708And of my former riches rests no more
wln 0709But bare remembrance; like a souldiers skarre,
wln 0710That has no further comfort for his maime.
wln 0711Oh thou that with a fiery piller led’st
wln 0712The sonnes of Israel through the dismall shades,
wln 0713Light Abrahams off-spring; and direct the hand
wln 0714Of Abigall this night; or let the day
wln 0715Turne to eternall darkenesse after this:
wln 0716No sleepe can fasten on my watchfull eyes,
wln 0717Nor quiet enter my distemper’d thoughts,
wln 0718Till I haue answer of my Abigall.
wln 0719Enter Abigall aboue.
wln 0720Abig.Now haue I happily espy’d a time
wln 0721To search the plancke my father did appoint;
wln 0722And here behold (vnseene) where I haue found
wln 0723The gold, the perles, and Iewels which he hid.
wln 0724Bar.Now I remember those old womens words,
wln 0725Who in my wealth wud tell me winters tales,
wln 0726And speake of spirits and ghosts that glide by night
wln 0727About the place where Treasure hath bin hid:
wln 0728And now me thinkes that I am one of those:
wln 0729For whilst I liue, here liues my soules sole hope,
wln 0730And when I dye, here shall my spirit walke.
wln 0731Abig.Now that my fathers fortune were so good
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wln 0732As but to be about this happy place;
wln 0733’Tis not so happy: yet when we parted last,
wln 0734He said he wud attend me in the morne.
wln 0735Then, gentle sleepe, where e’re his bodie rests,
wln 0736Give charge to Morpheus that he may dreame
wln 0737A golden dreame, and of the sudden walke,
wln 0738Come and receiue the Treasure I haue found.
wln 0739Bar.Birn para todos, my ganada no er:
wln 0740As good goe on, as fit so sadly thus.
wln 0741But stay, what starre shines yonder in the East?
wln 0742The Loadstarre of my life, if Abigall.
wln 0743Who’s there?
wln 0744Abig.Who’s that?
wln 0745Bar.Peace, Abigal, ’tis I.
wln 0746Abig.Then father here receiue thy happinesse.
wln 0747Bar.Hast thou’t?Throwes downe bags,
wln 0748Abig.Here,
wln 0749Hast thou’t?
wln 0750There’s more, and more, and more.
wln 0751Bar.Oh my girle,
wln 0752My gold, my fortune, my felicity;
wln 0753Strength to my soule, death to mine enemy;
wln 0754Welcome the first beginner of my blisse:
wln 0755Oh Aigal, Abigal, that I had thee here too,
wln 0756Then my desires were fully satisfied,
wln 0757But I will practise thy enlargement thence:
wln 0758Oh girle, oh gold, oh beauty, oh my blisse!hugs his bags
wln 0759Abig.Father, it draweth towards midnight now,
wln 0760And ’bout this time the Nuns begin to wake;
wln 0761To shun suspition, therefore, let vs part.
wln 0762Bar.Farewell my ioy, and by my fingers take
wln 0763A kisse from him that sends it from his soule.
wln 0764Now Phœbus ope the eye-lids of the day,
wln 0765And for the Rauen wake the morning Larke,
wln 0766That I may houer with her in the Ayre;
wln 0767Singing ore these, as she does ore her young.
wln 0768Hermoso Piarer, de les Denireh.Exeunt.
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wln 0769Enter Governor, Martin del Bosco, the knights.
wln 0770Gov.Now Captaine tell vs whither thou art bound?
wln 0771Whence is thy ship that anchors in our Rhoad?
wln 0772And why thou cam’st ashore without our leaue?
wln 0773Bosc.Governor of Malta, hither am I bound;
wln 0774My Ship, the flying Dragon, is of Spaine,
wln 0775And so am I, Delbosco is my name;
wln 0776Vizadmirall vnto the Catholike King.
wln 07771 Kni.’Tis true, my Lord, therefore intreat him well.
wln 0778Bosc.Our fraught is Grecians, Turks, and Africk Moores.
wln 0779For late vpon the coast of Corsica,
wln 0780Because we vail’d not to the Spanish Fleet,
wln 0781Their creeping Gallyes had vs in the chase:
wln 0782But suddenly the wind began to rise,
wln 0783And then we left, and tooke, and fought at ease:
wln 0784Some have we fir’d, and many haue we sunke;
wln 0785But one amongst the rest became our prize:
wln 0786The Captain’s slaine, the rest remaine our slaues,
wln 0787Of whom we would make sale in Malta here.
wln 0788Gov.Martin del Bosco, I haue heard of thee;
wln 0789Welcome to Malta, and to all of vs;
wln 0790But to admit a sale of these thy Turkes
wln 0791We may not, nay we dare not giue consent
wln 0792By reason of a Tributary league.
wln 07931 Kni.Delbosco, as thou louest and honour’st vs,
wln 0794Perswade our Gouernor against the Turke;
wln 0795This truce we haue is but in hope of gold,
wln 0796And with that summe he craues might we wage warre.
wln 0797Bosc.Will Knights of Malta be in league with Turkes,
wln 0798And buy it basely too for summes of gold?
wln 0799My Lord, Remember that to Europ’s shame,
wln 0800The Christian Ile of Rhodes, from whence you came,
wln 0801Was lately lost, and you were stated here
wln 0802To be at deadly enmity with Turkes
wln 0803Gov.Captaine we know it, but our force is small:
wln 0804Bosc.What is the summe that Calymath requires?
wln 0805Gov.A hundred thousand Crownes.
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wln 0806Bosc.My Lord and King hath title to this Isle,
wln 0807And he meanes quickly to expell you hence;
wln 0808Therefore be rul’d by me, and keepe the gold:
wln 0809I’le write unto his Maiesty for ayd,
wln 0810And not depart vntill I see you free.
wln 0811Gov.On this condition shall thy Turkes be sold.
wln 0812Goe Officers and set them straight in shew.
wln 0813Bosco, thou shalt be Malta’s Generall;
wln 0814We and our warlike Knights will follow thee
wln 0815Against these barbarous mis-beleeuing Turkes.
wln 0816Bosc.So shall you imitate those you succeed:
wln 0817For when their hideous force inuiron’d Rhodes,
wln 0818Small though the number was that kept the Towne,
wln 0819They fought it out, and not a man suruiu’d
wln 0820To bring the haplesse newes to Christendome.
wln 0821Gov.So will we fight it out; come, let’s away:
wln 0822Proud-daring Calymath, instead of gold,
wln 0823Wee’ll send the bullets wrapt in smoake and fire:
wln 0824Claime tribute where thou wilt, we are resolu’d,
wln 0825Honor is bought with bloud and not with gold.Extunt
wln 0826Enter Officers with slaues.
wln 08271 Off.This is the Market-place, here let ’em stand:
wln 0828Feare not their sale, for they’ll be quickly bought.
wln 08292 Off.Euery ones price is written on his backe,
wln 0830And so much must they yeeld or not be sold.Ent. Bar.
wln 08311 Off.Here comes the Iew, had not his goods bin seiz’d,
wln 0832He’de giue vs present mony for them all.
wln 0833Enter Barabas.
wln 0834Bar,In spite of these swine-eating Christians,
wln 0835(Vnchosen Nation, neuer circumciz’d;
wln 0836Such as poore villaines were ne’re thought vpon
wln 0837Till Titus and Vespasian conquer’d vs.)
wln 0838Am I become as wealthy as I was:
wln 0839They hop’d my daughter would ha bin a Nun;
wln 0840But she’s at home, and I haue bought a house
wln 0841As great and faire as is the Gouernors;
wln 0842And there in spite of Malta will I dwell:
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wln 0843Hauing Fernezes hand, whose heart I’le haue;
wln 0844I, and his sonnes too, or it shall goe hard.
wln 0845I am not of the Tribe of Levy, I,
wln 0846That can so soone forget an iniury.
wln 0847We Iewes can fawne like Spaniels when we please;
wln 0848And when we grin we bite, yet are our lookes
wln 0849As innocent aud harmelesse as a Lambes.
wln 0850I learn’d in Florence how to kisse my hand,
wln 0851Heave vp my shoulders when they call me dogge,
wln 0852And ducke as low as any bare-foot Fryar,
wln 0853Hoping to see them starue vpon a stall,
wln 0854Or else be gather’d for in our Synagogue;
wln 0855That when the offering-Bason comes to me,
wln 0856Euen for charity I may spit intoo’t.
wln 0857Here comes Don Lodowicke the Gouernor’s sonne,
wln 0858One that I loue for his good fathers sake.
wln 0859Enter Lodowicke.
wln 0860Lod.I heare the wealthy Iew walked this way;
wln 0861I’le seeke him out, and so insinuate,
wln 0862That I may haue a sight of Abigall;
wln 0863For Don Mathias tels me she is faire.
wln 0864Bar.Now will I shew my selfe to haue more of the Ser- (pent
wln 0865Then the Doue; that is, more knaue than foole.
wln 0866Lod.Yond walks the Iew, now for faire Abigall.
wln 0867Bar.I, I, no doubt but shee’s at your command.
wln 0868Lod.Barabas, thou know’st I am the Gouernors sonne.
wln 0869Bar.I wud you were his father too, Sir, that’s al the harm
wln 0870I wish you: the slaue looks like a hogs cheek new sindg’d.
wln 0871Lod.Whither walk’st thou Barabas?
wln 0872Bar.No further: ’tis a custome held with vs,
wln 0873That when we speake with Gentiles like to you,
wln 0874We turne into the Ayre to purge our selues:
wln 0875For vnto vs the Promise doth belong.
wln 0876Lod.Well, Barabas, canst helpe me to a Diamond?
wln 0877Bar.Oh, Sir, your father had my Diamonds.
wln 0878Yet I haue one left that will serve your turne:
wln 0879I meane my daughter: but e’re he shall haue her
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wln 0880I’le sacrifice her on a pile of wood.aside.
wln 0881I ha the poyson of the City for him, and the
wln 0882White leprosie.
wln 0883Lod.What sparkle does it give without a foile?
wln 0884Bar.The Diamond that I talke of, ne’r was foild:
wln 0885But when he touches it, it will be foild:
wln 0886Lord Lodowicke, it sparkles bright and faire.
wln 0887Lod.Is it square or pointed, pray let me know.
wln 0888Bar.Pointed it is, good Sir, but not for you.aside
wln 0889Lod.I like it much the better.
wln 0890Brr.So doe I too.
wln 0891Lod.How showes it by night?
wln 0892BarOut shines Cinthia’s rayes:
wln 0893Yeu’le like it better farre a nights than dayes.aside.
wln 0894Lod.And what’s the price?
wln 0895Bar.Your life and if you haue it. Oh my Lord
wln 0896We will not iarre about the price; come to my house
wln 0897And I will giu’t your honour with a vengeance.aside
wln 0898Lod.No, Barabas, I will deserue it first.
wln 0899Bar.Good Sir, your father has deseru’d it at my hands,
wln 0900Who of meere charity and Christian ruth,
wln 0901To bring me to religious purity,
wln 0902And as it were in Catechising sort,
wln 0903To make me mindfull of my mortall sinnes,
wln 0904Against my will, and whether I would or no,
wln 0905Seiz’d all I had, and thrust me out a doores,
wln 0906And made my house a place for Nuns most chast.
wln 0907Lod.No doubt your soule shall reape the fruit of it.
wln 0908Bar.I, but my Lord, the haruest is farre off:
wln 0909And yet I know the prayers of those Nuns
wln 0910And holy Fryers, hauing mony for their paines,
wln 0911Are wondrous; and indeed doe no man good:aside.
wln 0912And seeing they are not idle, but still doing,
wln 0913’Tis likely they in time may reape some fruit,
wln 0914I meane in fulnesse of perfection.
wln 0915Lod.Good Barabas glance not at our holy Nuns.
wln 0916Bar.No, but I doe it through a burning zeale,
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wln 0917Hoping ere long to set the house a fire;
wln 0918For though they doe a while increase and multiply,aside.
wln 0919I’le haue a saying to that Nunnery.

wln 0920As for the Diamond, Sir, I told you of,
wln 0921Come home and there’s no price shall make vs part,
wln 0922Euen for your Honourable fathers sake.
wln 0923It shall goe hard but I will see your death,aside.
wln 0924But now I must be gone to buy a slaue.
wln 0925Lod.And, Barabas, I’le beare thee company.
wln 0926Bar.Come then, here’s the marketplace; whats the price
wln 0927Of this slaue, 200 Crowns? Do the Turke weigh so much?
wln 0928Off.Sir, that’s his price.
wln 0929Bar.What, can he steale that you demand so much?
wln 0930Belike he has some new tricke for a purse;
wln 0931And if he has, he is worth 300 plats.
wln 0932So that, being bought, the Towne-seale might be got
wln 0933To keepe him for his life time from the gallowes.
wln 0934The Sessions day is criticall to theeues,
wln 0935And few or none scape but by being purg’d.
wln 0936Lod.Ratest thou this Moore but at 200 plats?
wln 09371 Off.No more, my Lord.
wln 0938Bar.Why should this Turke be dearer then that Moore?
wln 0939Off.Because he is young and has more qualities.
wln 0940Bar.What, hast the Philosophers stone? and thou hast,
wln 0941Breake my head with it, I’le forgiue thee.
wln 0942Itha.No Sir, I can cut and shaue.
wln 0943Bar.Let me see, sirra, are you not an old shauer?
wln 0944Ith.Alas, Sir, I am a very youth.
wln 0945Bar.A youth? I’le buy you, and marry you to Lady va- (nity
wln 0946If you doe well.
wln 0947Ith.I will serue you, Sir.
wln 0948Bar.Some wicked trick or other. It may be vnder colour
wln 0949Of shauing, thou’lt cut my throat for my goods.
wln 0950Tell me, hast thou thy health well?
wln 0951Ith.I, passing well.
wln 0952Bar.So much the worse; I must haue one that’s sickly,
wln 0953And be but for sparing vittles: ’tis not a stone of beef a day
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wln 0954Will maintaine you in these chops; let me see one
wln 0955That’s some what leaner.
wln 09561 Off.Here’s a leaner, how like you him?
wln 0957Bar.Where was thou borne?
wln 0958Itha.In Trace; brought vp in Arabia.
wln 0959Bar.So much the better, thou art for my turne,
wln 0960An hundred Crownes, I’le haue him; there’s the coyne.
wln 09611 Off.Then marke him, Sir, and take him hence.
wln 0962Bar.I, marke him, you were best, for this is he
wln 0963That by my helpe shall doe much villanie.
wln 0964My Lord farewell: Come Sirra you are mine.
wln 0965As for the Diamond it shall be yours;
wln 0966I pray, Sir, be no stranger at my house,
wln 0967All that I haue shall be at your command.
wln 0968Enter Mathias, Mater.
wln 0969Math.What makes the Iew and Lodowicke so priuate?
wln 0970I feare me ’tis about faire Abigall.
wln 0971Bar.Yonder comes Don Mathias, let vs stay;
wln 0972He loues my daughter, and she holds him deare:
wln 0973But I haue sworne to frustrate both their hopes,
wln 0974And be reveng’d upon the Gouernor.
wln 0975Mater.This Moore is comeliest, is he not? speake son.
wln 0976Math.No, this is the better, mother, view this well.
wln 0977Bar.Seeme not to know me here before your mother
wln 0978Lest she mistrust the match that is in hand:
wln 0979When you haue brought her home, come to my house;
wln 0980Thinke of me as thy father; Sonne farewell.
wln 0981Math.But wherefore talk’d Don Lodowick with you?
wln 0982Bar.Tush man, we talk’d of Diamonds, not of Abigal.
wln 0983Mater.Tell me, Mathias, is not that the Iew?
wln 0984Bar.As for the Comment on the Machabees
wln 0985I haue it, Sir, and ’tis at your command.
wln 0986Math.Yes, Madam, and my talke with him was
wln 0987About the borrowing of a booke or two.
wln 0988Mater.Conuerse not with him, he is cast off from hea- (uen.
wln 0989Thou hast thy Crownes, fellow, come let’s away.exeunt
wln 0990Math.Sirra, Iew, remember the booke.
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wln 0991Bar.Marry will I, Sir.
wln 0992Off.Come, I haue made a reasonable market, let’s away.
wln 0993Bar.Now let me know thy name, and there withall
wln 0994Thy birth, condition, and profession.
wln 0995Ithi.Faith, Sir, my birth is but meane, my name’s Ithimer,
wln 0996My profession what you please.
wln 0997Bar.Hast thou no Trade? then listen to my words,
wln 0998And I will teach that shall sticke by thee:
wln 0999First be thou voyd of these affections,
wln 1000Compassion, loue, vaine hope, and hartlesse feare,
wln 1001Be mou’d at nothing, see thou pitty none,
wln 1002But to [ * ]hy selfe smile when the Christians moane.
wln 1003Ithi.Oh braue, master, I worship your nose for this.
wln 1004Bar.As for my selfe, I walke abroad a nights
wln 1005And kill sicke people groaning under walls:
wln 1006Sometimes I goe about and poyson wells;
wln 1007And now and then, to cherish Christian theeves,
wln 1008I am content to lose some of my Crownes;
wln 1009That I may, walking in my Gallery,
wln 1010See ’em goe pinion’d along by my doore.
wln 1011Being young I studied Physicke, and began
wln 1012To practise first vpon the Italian;
wln 1013There I enric’d the Priests with burials,
wln 1014And alwayes kept the Sexton’s armes in vre
wln 1015With digging graues and ringing dead mens knels:
wln 1016And after that was I an Engineere,
wln 1017And in the warres ’twixt France and Germanie,
wln 1018Vnder pretence of helping Charles the fifth,
wln 1019Slew friend and enemy with my stratagems.
wln 1020Then after that was I an Vsurer,
wln 1021And with extorting, cozening, forfeiting,
wln 1022And tricks belonging vnto Brokery,
wln 1023I fill’d the Iailes with Bankrouts in a yeare,
wln 1024And with young Orphans planted Hospitals,
wln 1025And euery Moone made some or other mad,
wln 1026And now and then one hang himselfe for griefe,
wln 1027Pinning vpon his breast a long great Scrowle
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wln 1028How I with interest tormented him.
wln 1029But marke how I am blest for plaguing them,
wln 1030I haue as much coyne as will buy the Towne.
wln 1031But tell me now, How hast thou spent thy time?
wln 1032Ithi.Faith, Master, in setting Christian villages on fire,
wln 1033Chaining of Eunuches, binding gally-slaues.
wln 1034One time I was an Hostler in an Inne,
wln 1035And in the night time secretly would I steale
wln 1036To trauellers Chambers, and there cut their throats:
wln 1037Once at Ierusalem, where the pilgrims kneel’d,
wln 1038I strowed powder on the Marble stones,
wln 1039And therewithall their knees would ranckle, so
wln 1040That I haue laugh’d agood to see the cripples
wln 1041Goe limping home to Christendome on stilts.
wln 1042Bar.Why this is something: make account of me
wln 1043As of thy fellow; we are villaines both:
wln 1044Both circumcized, we hate Christians both:
wln 1045Be true and secret, thou shalt want no gold.
wln 1046But stand aside, here comes Don Lodowicke.
wln 1047Enter Lodowicke.
wln 1048Lod.Oh Barabas well met; where is the Diamond
wln 1049You told me of?
wln 1050Bar.I haue it for you, Sir; please you walke in with me:
wln 1051What, ho, Abigall; open the doore I say.
wln 1052Enter Abigall.
wln 1053Abig.In good time, father, here are letters come
wln 1054From Ormus, and the Post stayes here within.
wln 1055Bar.Giue me the letters, daughter, doe you heare?
wln 1056Entertaine Lodowicke the Gouernors sonne
wln 1057With all the curtesie you can affoord;
wln 1058Prouided, that you keepe your Maiden-head.
wln 1059Vse him as if he were a Philistine.aside.
wln 1060Dissemble, sweare, protest, vow to loue him,
wln 1061He is not of the seed of Abraham.

wln 1062I am a little busie, Sir, pray pardon me.
wln 1063Abigall, bid him welcome for my sake.
wln 1064Abig.For your sake and his own he’s welcome hither.
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wln 1065Bar.Daughter, a word more; kisse him, speake him faire,
wln 1066And like a cunning Iew so cast about,
wln 1067That ye be both made sure e’re you come out.
wln 1068Abig.Oh father, Don Mathias is my loue.
wln 1069Bar.I know it: yet I say make loue to him;
wln 1070Doe, it is requisite it should be so.
wln 1071Nay on my life it is my Factors hand,
wln 1072But goe you in, I’le thinke vpon the account:
wln 1073The account is made, for Lodowicke dyes.
wln 1074My Factor sends me word a Merchant’s fled
wln 1075That owes me for a hundred Tun of Wine:
wln 1076I weigh it thus much; I haue wealth enough.
wln 1077For now by this has he kist Abigall;
wln 1078And she vowes loue to him, and hee to her.
wln 1079As sure as heauen rain’d Manna for the Iewes,
wln 1080So sure shall he and Don Mathias dye:
wln 1081His father was my chiefest enemie.
wln 1082Whither goes Don Mathias? stay a while.
wln 1083Enter Mathias.
wln 1084Math.Wither but to my faire loue Abigall?
wln 1085Bar.Thou know’st, and heauen can witnesse it is true,
wln 1086That I intend my daughter shall be thine.
wln 1087Math.I, Barabas, or else thou wrong’st me much:
wln 1088Bar.Oh heauen forbid I should haue such a thought.
wln 1089Pardon me though I weepe; the Gouernors sonne
wln 1090Will, whether I will or no, haue Abigall:
wln 1091He sends her letters, bracelets, jewels, rings.
wln 1092Math.Does she receiue them?
wln 1093Bar.Shee? No, Mathias, no, but sends them backe,
wln 1094And when he comes, she lockes her selfe vp fast;
wln 1095Yet through the key[ · ]hole will he talke to her,
wln 1096While she runs to the window looking out
wln 1097When you should come and hale him from the doore:
wln 1098Math.Oh treacherous Lodowicke!
wln 1099Bar.Even now as I came home, he slipt me in,
wln 1100And I am sure he is with Abigall.
wln 1101Math.I’le rouze him thence.
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wln 1102Bar.Not for all Malta, therefore sheath your sword;
wln 1103If you loue me, no quarrels in my house;
wln 1104But steale you in, and seeme to see him not;
wln 1105I’le giue him such a warning e’re he goes
wln 1106As he shall haue small hopes of Abigall.
wln 1107Away, for here they come,
wln 1108Enter Lodowicke, Abigall.
wln 1109Math.What hand in hand, I cannot suffer this.
wln 1110Bar.Mathias, as thou lou’st me, not a word.
wln 1111Math.Well, let it passe, another time shall serue.
wln 1112Exit.
wln 1113Lod.Barabas, is not that the widowes sonne?
wln 1114Bar.I, and take heed, for he hath sworne your death.
wln 1115Lod.My death? what is the base borne peasant mad?
wln 1116BarNo, no, but happily he stands in feare
wln 1117Of that which you, I thinke, ne’re dreame vpon,
wln 1118My daughter here, a paltry silly girle.
wln 1119Lod.Why loues she Don Mathias?
wln 1120Bar.Doth she not with her smiling answer you?
wln 1121Abig.He has my heart, I smile against my will.
wln 1122Lod.Barabas, thou know’st I haue lou’d thy daughter (long.

wln 1123Bar.And so has she done you, euen from a child.
wln 1124Lod.And now I can no longer hold my minde.
wln 1125Bar.Nor I the affection that I beare to you.
wln 1126Lod.This is thy Diamond, tell me, shall I haue it?
wln 1127Bar.Win it, and weare it, it is yet vnsoyl’d,
wln 1128Oh but I know your Lordship wud disdaine
wln 1129To marry with the daughter of a Iew:
wln 1130And yer I’le giue her many a golden crosse
wln 1131With Christian posies round about the ring.
wln 1132Lod.’Tis not thy wealth, but her that I esteeme,
wln 1133Yet craue I thy consent.
wln 1134Bar.And mine you haue, yet let me talke to her;
wln 1135This off-spring of Cain, this Iebusite
wln 1136That neuer tasted of the Passeouer,
wln 1137Nor e’re shall see the land of Canaan,
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wln 1138Nor our Messias that is yet to come,aside.
wln 1139This gentle Magot Lodowicke I meane,
wln 1140Must be deluded: let him haue thy hand,
wln 1141But keepe thy heart till Don Mathias comes.
wln 1142Abig.What shall I be betroth’d to Lodowicke?
wln 1143Bar.It’s no sinne to deceiue a Christian;
wln 1144For they them selues hold it a principle,
wln 1145Faith is not to be held with Heretickes;
wln 1146But all are Hereticks that are not Iewes;
wln 1147This followes well, and therefore daughter feare not.
wln 1148I haue intreated her, and she will grant.
wln 1149Lod.Then gentle Abigal plight thy faith to me.
wln 1150Abig.I cannot chuse, seeing my father bids:
wln 1151Nothing but death shall part my loue and me.
wln 1152Lod.Now haue I that for which my soule hath long’d.
wln 1153Bar.So haue not I, but yet I hope I shall.aside.
wln 1154Abig.Oh wretched Abigal, what hast thee done?
wln 1155Lod.Why on the sudden is your colour chang’d?
wln 1156Abig.I know not, but farewell, I must be gone.
wln 1157Bar.Stay her, but let her not speake one word more.
wln 1158Lod.Mute a the sudden; here’s a sudden change.
wln 1159Bar.Oh muse not at it, ’tis the Hebrewes guize,
wln 1160That maidens new betroth’d should weepe a while:
wln 1161Trouble her not, sweet Lodowicke depart:
wln 1162Shee is thy wife, and thou shalt be mine heire.
wln 1163Lod.Oh, is’t the custome, then I am resolu’d:
wln 1164But rathe let the brightsome heauens be dim,
wln 1165And Natures beauty choake with stifeling clouds,
wln 1166Then my faire Abigal should frowne on me.
wln 1167There comes the villaine, now I’le be reueng’d.
wln 1168Enter Mathias.
wln 1169Bar.Be quiet Lodowicke, it is enough
wln 1170That I haue made thee sure to Abigal.
wln 1171Lod.Well, let him goe.Exit.
wln 1172Bar.Well, but for me, as you went in at dores
wln 1173You had bin stab’d, but not a word on’t now;
wln 1174Here must no speeches passe, nor swords be drawne.
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wln 1175Math.Suffer me, Barabas, but to follow him.
wln 1176Bar.No; so shall I, if any hurt be done,
wln 1177Be made an accessary of your deeds;
wln 1178Reuenge it on him when you meet him next.
wln 1179Math.For this I’le haue his heart.
wln 1180Bar.Doe so; loe here I giue thee Abigall.
wln 1181Math.What greater gift can poore Mathias haue?
wln 1182Shall Lodowicke rob me of so faire a loue?
wln 1183My life is not so deare as Abigall.
wln 1184Bar.My heart misgiues me, that to crosse your loue,
wln 1185Hee’s with your mother, therefore after him.
wln 1186Math.What, is he gone vnto my mother?
wln 1187Bar.Nay, if you will, stay till she comes her selfe.
wln 1188Math.I cannot stay; for if my mother come,
wln 1189Shee’ll dye with griefe.Exit.
wln 1190Abig.I cannot take my leaue of him for teares:
wln 1191Father, why haue you thus incenst them both?
wln 1192Bar.What’s that to thee?
wln 1193Abig.I’le make ’em friends againe.
wln 1194Bar.You’ll make ’em friends? are there not Iewes
wln 1195Enow in Malta.
wln 1196But thou must dote vpon a Christian?
wln 1197Abig.I will haue Don Mathias, he is my loue.
wln 1198Bar.Yes, you shall haue him: Goe put her in.
wln 1199Ith.I, I’le put her in.
wln 1200Bar.Now tell me, Ithimore, how lik’st thou this?
wln 1201Ith.Faith Master, I thinke by this
wln 1202You purchase both their liues; is it not so?
wln 1203Bar.True; and it shall be cunningly perform’d.
wln 1204Ith.Oh, master, that I might haue a hand in this.
wln 1205Bar.I, so thou shalt, ’tis thou must doe the deed:
wln 1206Take this and beare it to Mathias streight,
wln 1207And tell him that it comes from Lodowicke.
wln 1208Ith.’Tis poyson’d, is it not?
wln 1209Bar.No, no, and yet it might be done that way:
wln 1210It is a challenge feign’d from Lodowicke.
wln 1211Ith.Feare not, I’le so set his heart a fire, that he
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wln 1212Shall verily thinke it comes from him.
wln 1213Bar.I cannot choose but like thy readinesse:
wln 1214Yet be not rash, but doe it cunningly.
wln 1215Ith.As I behaue my selfe in this, imploy me hereafter.
wln 1216Bar.Away then.Exit.
wln 1217So, now will I goe in to Lodowicke,
wln 1218And like a cunning spirit feigne some lye,
wln 1219Till I haue set ’em both at enmitie.Exit





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wln 1221Enter a Curtezane.

wln 1222SInce this Towne was besieg’d, my gaine growes cold
wln 1223The time has bin, that but for one bare night
wln 1224A hundred Duckets haue bin freely giuen:
wln 1225But now against my will I must be chast.
wln 1226And yet I know my beauty doth not faile.
wln 1227From Venice Merchants, and from Padua,
wln 1228Were wont to come rare witted Gentlemen,
wln 1229Schollers I meane, learned and liberall;
wln 1230And now, saue Pilia-borza, comes there none,
wln 1231And he is very seldome from my house;
wln 1232And here he comes.
wln 1233Enter Pilia-borza.
wln 1234Pilia.Hold thee, wench, there’s something for thee to (spend.
wln 1235Curt.’Tis siluer, I disdaine it.
wln 1236Pilia.I, but the Iew has gold,
wln 1237And I will haue it or it shall goe hard.
wln 1238Curt.Tell me, how cam’st thou by this?
wln 1239Pilia.Faith, walking the backe lanes through the Gar- (dens
wln 1240I chanc’d to cast mine eye vp to the Iewes counting-house
wln 1241Where I saw some bags of mony, and in the night I
wln 1242Clamber’d vp with my hooks, and as I was taking
wln 1243My choyce, I heard a rumbling in the house; so I tooke
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wln 1244Onely this, and runne my way: but here’s the Iews man.
wln 1245Enter Ithimore.
wln 1246Curt.Hide the bagge.
wln 1247Pilia.Looke not towards him, let’s away:
wln 1248Zoon’s what a looking thou keep’st,
wln 1249Thou’lt betraye’s anon.
wln 1250Ith.O the sweetest face that euer I beheld! I know she is
wln 1251A Curtezane by her attire: now would I giue a hundred
wln 1252Of the Iewes Crownes that I had such a Concubine.
wln 1253Well, I haue deliuer’d the challenge in such sort,
wln 1254As meet they will, and fighting dye; braue sport.
wln 1255Exit.
wln 1256Enter Mathias.
wln 1257Math.This is the place, now Abigall shall see
wln 1258Whether Mathias holds her deare or no.
wln 1259Enter Lodow. reading.
wln 1260Math.What, dares the villain write in such base terms?
wln 1261Lod.I did it, and reuenge it if thou dar’st.
wln 1262Fight: Enter Barabas aboue.
wln 1263Bar.Oh brauely fought, and yet they thrust not home.
wln 1264Now Lodowicke, now Mathias, so;
wln 1265So now they haue shew’d themselues to be tall fellowes.
wln 1266Within,Part ’em, part ’em.
wln 1267Bar.I, part ’em now they are dead: Farewell, farewell.
wln 1268Exit.
wln 1269Enter Gouernor. Mater.
wln 1270Gov.What sight is this? my Lodowicke slaine!
wln 1271These armes of mine shall be thy Sepulchre.
wln 1272Mater,Who is this? my sonne Mathias slaine!
wln 1273Gov.Oh Lodowicke! hadst thou perish’d by the Turke,
wln 1274Wretched Ferneze might haue veng’d thy death.
wln 1275Mater.Thy sonne slew mine, and I’le reuenge his death.
wln 1276Gov.Looke, Katherin, looke, thy sonne gaue mine these (woũds
wln 1277Mat.O leaue to griue me, I am grieu’d enough.
wln 1278Gov.Oh that my sighs could turne to liuely breath;
wln 1279And these my teares to blood, that he might liue.
wln 1280Mater.Who made them enemies?
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wln 1281Gov.I know not, and that grieues me most of all.
wln 1282Mat.My sonne lou’d thine.
wln 1283Gov.And so did Lodowicke him.
wln 1284Mat.Lend me that weapon that did kill my sonne,
wln 1285And it shall murder me.
wln 1286Gov,Nay Madem stay, that weapon was my son’s,
wln 1287And on that rather should Ferneze dye.
wln 1288Mat.Hold, let’s inquire the causers of their deaths,
wln 1289That we may venge their blood vpon their heads.
wln 1290Gov.Then take them vp, and let them be interr’d
wln 1291Within one sacred monument of stone;
wln 1292Vpon which Altar I will offer vp
wln 1293My daily sacrifice of sighes and teares,
wln 1294And with my prayers pierce impartiall heauens,
wln 1295Till they the causers of our smarts,
wln 1296Which forc’d their hands diuide vnited hearts:
wln 1297Come, Katherina, our losses equall are,
wln 1298Then of true griefe let vs take equall share.
wln 1299Exeunt.
wln 1300Enter Ithimore.
wln 1301Ith.Why was there euer seene such villany, so neatly
wln 1302Plotted, and so well perform’d? both held in hand, and
wln 1303Flatly both beguil’d.
wln 1304Enter Abigall.
wln 1305Abig.Why how now Ithimore, why laugh’st thou so?
wln 1306Ith.Oh, Mistresse, ha ha ha.
wln 1307Abig.Why what ayl’st thou?
wln 1308Ith.Oh my master.
wln 1309Abig.Ha.
wln 1310Ith.Oh Mistris! I haue the brauest, grauest, secret, subtil
wln 1311Bottle-nos’d knaue to my Master, that euer Gentleman had
wln 1312Abig.Say, knaue, why rail’st vpon my father thus?
wln 1313Ith.Oh, my master has the brauest policy.
wln 1314Abig.Wherein?
wln 1315Ith.Why, know you not?
wln 1316Abig.Why no.
wln 1317Ith.Know you not of Mathia & Don Lodowick disaster?
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wln 1318Abig.No, what was it?
wln 1319Ith.Why the deuil inuented a challenge, my Mr. writ it,
wln 1320And I carried it, first to Lodowicke, and imprimis to Mathia.
wln 1321And then they met, as the story sayes,
wln 1322In dolefull wise they ended both their dayes.
wln 1323Abig.And was my father furtherer of their deaths?
wln 1324Ith.Am I Ithimore?
wln 1325Abig.Yes.
wln 1326Ith.So sure did your father write, & I cary the chalenge.
wln 1327Abig.Well, Ithimore, let me request thee this,
wln 1328Goe to the new made Nunnery, and inquire
wln 1329For any of the Fryars of St. Iaynes,
wln 1330And say, I pray them come and speake with me.
wln 1331Ith.I pray, mistris, wil you answer me to one question?
wln 1332Abig.Well, sirra, what is’t?
wln 1333Ith.A very feeling one; haue not the Nuns fine sport
wln 1334With the Fryars now and then?
wln 1335Abig.Go to, sirra sauce, is this your question? get ye gon
wln 1336Ith.I will forsooth, Mistris.Exit
wln 1337Abig.Hard-hearted Father, unkind Barabas,
wln 1338Was this the pursuit of thy policie?
wln 1339To make me shew them fauour seuerally,
wln 1340That by my fauour they should both be slaine?
wln 1341Admit thou lou’dst not Lodowicke for his sinne,
wln 1342Yet Don Mathias ne’re offended thee:
wln 1343But thou wert set vpon extreme reuenge,
wln 1344Because the Pryor dispossest thee once,
wln 1345And couldst not venge it, but vpon his sonne,
wln 1346Nor on his sonne, but by Mathias meanes;
wln 1347Nor on Mathias, but by murdering me.
wln 1348But I perceiue there is no loue on earth,
wln 1349Pitty in Iewes, nor piety in Turkes.
wln 1350But here Comes cursed Ithimore with the Fryar.
wln 1351Enter Ithimore. Fryar.
wln 1352Fry.Virgo, salve.
wln 1353Ith.When ducke you?
wln 1354Abig.Welcome graue Fryar Ithamore: begon,Exit
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wln 1355Know, holy Sir, I am bold to sollicite thee.
wln 1356Fry.Wherein?
wln 1357Abig.To get me be admitted for a Nun.
wln 1358Fry.Why Abigal it is not yet long since
wln 1359That I did labour thy admition,
wln 1360And then thou didst not like that holy life.
wln 1361Abig.Then were my thoughts so fraile & vnconfirm’d,
wln 1362And I was chain’d to follies of the world:
wln 1363But now experience, purchased with griefe,
wln 1364Has made me see the difference of things.
wln 1365My sinfull soule, alas, hath pac’d too long
wln 1366The fatall Labyrinth of misbeleefe,
wln 1367Farre from the Sonne that giues eternall life.
wln 1368Fry.Who taught thee this?
wln 1369Abig.The Abbasse of the house,
wln 1370Whose zealous admonition I embrace:
wln 1371Oh therefore, Iacomi, let me be one,
wln 1372Although unworthy of that Sister-hood.
wln 1373Fry.Abigal I will, but see, thou change no more,
wln 1374For that will be most heauy to thy soule.
wln 1375Abig.That was my father’s fault.
wln 1376Fry.Thy father’s, how?
wln 1377Abig.Nay, you shall pardon me: oh Barabas,
wln 1378Though thou deseruest hardly at my hands,
wln 1379Yet neuer shall these lips bewray thy life.
wln 1380Fry.Come, shall we goe?
wln 1381Abig.My duty waits on you.Exeunt.
wln 1382Enter Barabas reading a letter.
wln 1383Bar.What, Abigall become a Nunne againe?
wln 1384False, and vnkinde; what hast thou lost thy father?
wln 1385And all vnknowne, and vnconstrain’d of me,
wln 1386Art thou againe got to the Nunnery?
wln 1387Now here she writes, and wils me to repent.
wln 1388Repentance? Spurca: what pretendeth this?
wln 1389I feare she knowes (’tis so) of my deuice
wln 1390In Don Mathias and Lodovicoes deaths:
wln 1391If so, ’tis time that it be seene into:
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wln 1392For she that varies from me in beleefe
wln 1393Giues great presumption that she loues me not;
wln 1394Or louing, doth dislike of something done:
wln 1395But who comes here? Oh Ithimore come neere;
wln 1396Come neere my loue, come neere thy masters life,
wln 1397My trusty seruant, nay, my second life;
wln 1398For I haue now no hope but euen in thee;
wln 1399And on that hope my happinesse is