Front Page Titles (by Subject) SCENE III. - The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 2
SCENE III. - Christopher Marlowe, The Works of Christopher Marlowe, vol. 2 
The Works of Christopher Marlowe, ed. A.H. Bullen (London: John C. Nimmo, 1885). Vol. 2.
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Enter Officers withIthamoreand other slaves.
- This is the market-place, here let 'em stand:
- Fear not their sale, for they'll be quickly bought.
- Every one's price is written on his back,
- And so much must they yield or not be sold.
- Here comes the Jew; had not his goods been seized,
- He'd given us present money for them all.
- In spite of these swine-eating Christians,—
- Unchosen nation, never circumcised,
- Such as (poor villains!) were ne'er thought upon
- Till Titus and Vespasian conquered us,—
- Am I become as wealthy as I was:
- They hoped my daughter would ha' been a nun;
- 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;
- Ay, 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 learned in Florence how to kiss my hand,
- Heave up my shoulders when they call me dog,
- And duck as low as any barefoot friar;
- Hoping to see them starve upon a stall,
- Or else be gathered for in our Synagogue,
- That, when the offering-basin comes to me,
- Even for charity I may spit into't.
- Here comes Don Lodowick, the Governor's son,
- One that I love for his good father's sake.
- I hear the wealthy Jew walkèd this way:
- I'll seek him out, and so insinuate,
- That I may have a sight of Abigail;
- Now will I show myself
- To have more of the serpent than the dove;
- That is—more knave than fool.
- Yond' walks the Jew; now for fair Abigail.
- Ay, ay, no doubt but she's at your command.
- Barabas, thou know'st I am the Governor's son.
- 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.
- Whither walk'st thou, Barabas?
- No farther: 'tis a custom held with us,
- That when we speak with Gentiles like to you,
- We turn into the air to purge ourselves:
- For unto us the promise doth belong.
- Well, Barabas, canst help me to a diamond?
- O, sir, your father had my diamonds.
- Yet I have one left that will serve your turn:—
- I mean my daughter: but ere he shall have her
- I'll sacrifice her on a pile of wood.
- I ha' the poison of the city [?] for him,
- And the white leprosy.
- What sparkle does it give without a foil?
- The diamond that I talk of ne'er was foiled:—
- But when he touches it, it will be foiled:—
- Lord Lodowick, it sparkles bright and fair.
- Is it square or pointed, pray let me know.
- Pointed it is, good sir—but not for you.
- I like it much the better.
- Outshines Cynthia's rays:
- You'll like it better far o' nights than days.
- Your life an' if you have it. [Aside.] O my lord,
- We will not jar about the price; come to my house
- And I will give't your honour—with a vengeance.
- No, Barabas, I will deserve it first.
- Good sir,
- Your father has deserved 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,
- No doubt your soul shall reap the fruit of it.
- Ay, but, my lord, the harvest is far off
- And yet I know the prayers of those nuns
- And holy friars, having money for their pains,
- Are wondrous;—and indeed do no man good:
- And seeing they are not idle, but still doing,
- 'Tis likely they in time may reap some fruit,
- I mean in fulness of perfection.
- Good Barabas, glance not at our holy nuns.
- No, but I do it through a burning zeal,—
- Hoping ere long to set the house afire;
- For though they do a while increase and multiply,
- I'll have a saying to that nunnery.—
- As for the diamond, sir, I told you of,
- Come home and there's no price shall make us part,
- Even for your honourable father's sake.—
- It shall go hard but I will see your death.—
- But now I must be gone to buy a slave.
- And, Barabas, I'll bear thee company.
- Come then—here's the market-place.
- What's the price of this slave? Two hundred crowns!
- Do the Turks weigh so much?
- Sir, that's his price.
- What, can he steal that you demand so much?
- Belike he has some new trick for a purse;
- And if he has, he is worth three hundred plates,
- So that, being bought, the town-seal might be got
- To keep him for his lifetime from the gallows:
- The sessions day is critical to thieves,
- And few or none 'scape but by being purged.
- Rat'st thou this Moor but at two hundred plates?
- Why should this Turk be dearer than that Moor?
- Because he is young and has more qualities.
- What, hast the philosopher's stone? and thou hast, break my head with it, I'll forgive thee.
- No, sir; I can cut and shave.
- Let me see, sirrah, are you not an old shaver?
- Alas, sir! I am a very youth.
- A youth? I'll buy you, and marry you to Lady Vanity, if you do well.
- I will serve you, sir.
- Some wicked trick or other. It may be, under colour of shaving, thou'lt cut my throat for my goods. Tell me, hast thou thy health well?
- So much the worse; I must have one that's sickly, an't be but for sparing victuals: 'tis not a stone of beef a day will maintain you in these chops; let me see one that's somewhat leaner.
- Here's a leaner, how like you him?
- In Thrace; brought up in Arabia.
- So much the better, thou art for my turn.
- An hundred crowns? I'll have him; there's the coin.
- Then mark him, sir, and take him hence.
- Ay, mark him, you were best, for this is he
- That by my help shall do much villainy.
- My lord, farewell: Come, sirrah, you are mine.
- As for the diamond, it shall be yours;
- I pray, sir, be no stranger at my house,
- All that I have shall be at your command.
- EnterMathiasand his Mother.
- What makes the Jew and Lodowick so private?
- I fear me 'tis about fair Abigail.
- Yonder comes Don Mathias, let us stay;
- He loves my daughter, and she holds him dear:
- But I have sworn to frustrate both their hopes,
- And be revenged upon the Governor.
- This Moor is comeliest, is he not? speak, son.
- No, this is the better, mother; view this well.
- Seem not to know me here before your mother,
- Lest she mistrust the match that is in hand:
- When you have brought her home, come to my house;
- Think of me as thy father; son, farewell.
- But wherefore talked Don Lodowick with you?
- Tush! man, we talked of diamonds, not of Abigail.
- Tell me, Mathias, is not that the Jew?
- As for the comment on the Maccabees,
- I have it, sir, and 'tis at your command.
- Yes, madam, and my talk with him was [but]
- About the borrowing of a book or two.
- Converse not with him, he's cast off from heaven.
- Thou hast thy crowns, fellow; come, let's away.
- Sirrah, Jew, remember the book.
- Marry will I, sir.
- [ExeuntMathiasand his Mother.
- Come, I have made
- A reasonable market; let's away.
- [Exeunt Officers with slaves.
- Now let me know thy name, and therewithal
- Thy birth, condition, and profession.
- Faith, sir, my birth is but mean: my name's
- Ithamore, my profession what you please.
- Hast thou no trade? then listen to my words,
- 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 moved at nothing, see thou pity none,
- But to thyself smile when the Christians moan.
- O brave! master, I worship your nose for this.
- As for myself, I walk abroad o' 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 pinioned along by my door.
- Being young, I studied physic, and began
- To practise first upon the Italian;
- There I enriched the priests with burials,
- And always kept the sextons' arms in ure
- With digging graves and ringing 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 filled 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 hang 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;
- I have as much coin as will buy the town.
- But tell me now, how hast thou spent thy time?
- 'Faith, master,
- In setting Christian villages on fire,
- Chaining of eunuchs, binding galley-slaves.
- One time I was an hostler 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 kneeled,
- I strewèd powder on the marble stones,
- And therewithal their knees would rankle so
- That I have laughed a-good to see the cripples
- Go limping home to Christendom on stilts.
- Why this is something: make account of me
- As of thy fellow; we are villains both:
- Both circumcisèd, we hate Christians both:
- Be true and secret, thou shalt want no gold.
- But stand aside, here comes Don Lodowick.
- O Barabas, well met;
- Where is the diamond you told me of?
- I have it for you, sir; please you walk in with me:
- What ho, Abigail! open the door, I say.
- In good time, father; here are letters come
- From Ormus, and the post stays here within.
- 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 maidenhead.
- Use him as if he were a Philistine,
- Dissemble, swear, protest, vow love to 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.
- For your sake and his own he's welcome hither.
- Daughter, a word more; kiss him, speak him fair,
- And like a cunning Jew so cast about,
- That ye be both made sure ere you come out.
- O father! Don Mathias is my love.
- 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 upon the account.
- The account is made, for Lodowick [he ] dies.
- My factor sends me word a merchant's fled
- That owes me for a hundred tun of wine:
- I weigh it thus much [snapping his fingers]; I have wealth enough.
- For now by this has he kissed Abigail;
- And she vows love to him, and he to her.
- As sure as heaven rained manna for the Jews,
- So sure shall he and Don Mathias die:
- His father was my chiefest enemy.
- Whither goes Don Mathias? stay awhile.
- Whither, but to my fair love Abigail?
- Thou know'st, and Heaven can witness this is true,
- That I intend my daughter shall be thine.
- Ay, Barabas, or else thou wrong'st me much.
- O, 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.
- She? No, Mathias, no, but sends them back,
- And when he comes, she locks herself up fast;
- Yet through the keyhole will he talk to her,
- While she runs to the window looking out,
- When you should come and hale him from the door.
- Even now as I came home, he slipt me in,
- And I am sure he is with Abigail.
- Not for all Malta, therefore sheathe 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 ere he goes
- As he shall have small hopes of Abigail.
- Away, for here they come.
- What, hand in hand! I cannot suffer this.
- Mathias, as thou lovest me, not a word.
- Well, let it pass, another time shall serve.
- Barabas, is not that the widow's son?
- Ay, and take heed, for he hath sworn your death.
- My death? what, is the base-born peasant mad?
- No, no, but happily he stands in fear
- Of that which you, I think, ne'er dream upon,
- My daughter here, a paltry silly girl.
- Why, loves she Don Mathias?
- Doth she not with her smiling answer you?
- He has my heart; I smile against my will.
- Barabas, thou know'st I've loved thy daughter long.
- And so has she done you, even from a child.
- And now I can no longer hold my mind.
- Nor I the affection that I bear to you.
- This is thy diamond, tell me shall I have it?
- Win it, and wear it, it is yet unsoiled.
- O! but I know your lordship would disdain
- To marry with the daughter of a Jew;
- And yet I'll give her many a golden cross
- With Christian posies round about the ring.
- 'Tis not thy wealth, but her that I esteem.
- Yet crave I thy consent.
- And mine you have, yet let me talk to her.—
- This offspring of Cam, this Jebusite,
- That never tasted of the Passover,
- Nor e'er shall see the land of Canaan,
- Nor our Messias that is yet to come;
- This gentle maggot, Lodowick, I mean,
- Must be deluded: let him have thy hand,
- But keep thy heart till Don Mathias comes.
- What, shall I be betrothed to Lodowick?
- It's no sin to deceive a Christian;
- For they themselves hold it a principle,
- Faith is not to be held with heretics;
- But all are heretics that are not Jews;
- This follows well, and therefore, daughter, fear not.
- I have entreated her, and she will grant.
- Then, gentle Abigail, plight thy faith to me.
- I cannot choose, seeing my father bids.—
- Nothing but death shall part my love and me.
- Now have I that for which my soul hath longed.
- So have not I, but yet I hope I shall.
- O wretched Abigail, what hast thou done?
- Why on the sudden is your colour changed?
- I know not, but farewell, I must be gone.
- Stay her, but let her not speak one word more.
- Mute o' the sudden! here's a sudden change.
- O, muse not at it, 'tis the Hebrews' guise,
- That maidens new betrothed should weep awhile:
- Trouble her not; sweet Lodowick, depart:
- She is thy wife, and thou shalt be mine heir.
- O, is't the custom? then I am resolved:
- But rather let the brightsome heavens be dim,
- And nature's beauty choke with stifling clouds,
- Than my fair Abigail should frown on me.—
- There comes the villain, now I'll be revenged.
- Be quiet, Lodowick, it is enough
- That I have made thee sure to Abigail.
- Well, but for me, as you went in at doors
- You had been stabbed, but not a word on't now;
- Suffer me, Barabas, but to follow him.
- No; so shall I, if any hurt be done,
- Be made an accessary of your deeds;
- Revenge it on him when you meet him next.
- For this I'll have his heart.
- Do so; lo here I give thee Abigail.
- What greater gift can poor Mathias have?
- Shall Lodowick rob me of so fair a love?
- My life is not so dear as Abigail.
- My heart misgives me, that, to cross your love,
- He's with your mother; therefore after him.
- What, is he gone unto my mother?
- Nay, if you will, stay till she comes herself.
- I cannot stay; for if my mother come,
- She'll die with grief.
- I cannot take my leave of him for tears:
- Father, why have you thus incensed them both?
- I'll make 'em friends again.
- You'll make 'em friends!
- Are there not Jews enow in Malta,
- I will have Don Mathias, he is my love.
- Yes, you shall have him: go put her in.
- Ay, I'll put her in.
- [Puts her in.
- Now tell me, Ithamore, how lik'st thou this?
- Faith, master, I think by this
- You purchase both their lives; is it not so?
- True; and it shall be cunningly performed.
- O master, that I might have a hand in this.
- Ay, so thou shalt, 'tis thou must do the deed:
- Take this, and bear it to Mathias straight,
- [Gives a letter.
- And tell him that it comes from Lodowick.
- 'Tis poisoned, is it not?
- No, no, and yet it might be done that way:
- It is a challenge feigned from Lodowick.
- Fear not; I will so set his heart afire,
- That he shall verily think it comes from him.
- I cannot choose but like thy readiness:
- Yet be not rash, but do it cunningly.
- As I behave myself in this, employ me hereafter.
- Away then.
- So, now will I go in to Lodowick,
- And, like a cunning spirit, feign some lie,
- Till I have set 'em both at enmity.
ACT THE THIRD.
- “Realms and islands were
- As plates dropt from his pocket.”