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• Publisher's Notice
• To My Worthy Friend , Master Thomas Hammon, of Gray's Inn , &c.
• Persons Represented.
• The Jew of Malta.
• Act the First.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Act the Second.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Act the Third.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Scene VI.
• Act the Fourth.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Scene VI.
• Act the Fifth.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Edward the Second.
• Act the First.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Act the Second.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Act the Third.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Act the Fourth.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Scene VI.
• Act the Fifth.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Scene VI.
• The Massacre At Paris.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Scene V.
• Scene VI.
• Scene VII.
• Scene VIII.
• Scene IX.
• Scene X.
• Scene XI.
• Scene XII.
• Scene XIII.
• Scene XIV.
• Scene XV.
• Scene XVI.
• Scene XVII.
• Scene XVIII.
• Scene XIX.
• Scene XX.
• Scene XXI.
• Scene XXII.
• Scene XXIII.
• Scene XXIV.
• The Tragedy of Dido, Queen of Carthage.
• Act I.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Act II.
• Scene I.
• Act III.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene III.
• Scene IV.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.
• Scene II.
• Scene Iii
• Scene IV.
• Scene V
• Act V.
• Scene I.

SCENE V.

Enter1 Governor, Del Bosco, Knights, Basso.

Gov.

• Welcome, great Basso;2 how fares Calymath,
• What wind thus drives you into Malta Road?

Bas.

• The wind that bloweth all the world besides,
• Desire of gold.

Gov.

• Desire of gold, great sir?
• That's to be gotten in the Western Ind:
• In Malta are no golden minerals.

Bas.

• To you of Malta thus saith Calymath:
• The time you took for respite is at hand,
• For the performance of your promise passed,
• And for the tribute-money I am sent.

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Gov.

• Basso, in brief, 'shalt have no tribute here,
• Nor shall the heathens live upon our spoil:
• First will we raze the city walls ourselves,
• Lay waste the island, hew the temples down,
• And, shipping off our goods to Sicily,
• Open an entrance for the wasteful sea,
• Whose billows beating the resistless banks,
• Shall overflow it with their refluence.

Bas.

• Well, Governor, since thou hast broke the league
• By flat denial of the promised tribute,

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• Talk not of razing down your city walls,
• You shall not need trouble yourselves so far,
• For Selim Calymath shall come himself,
• And with brass bullets batter down your towers,
• And turn proud Malta to a wilderness
• For these intolerable wrongs of yours;
• And so farewell.

Gov.

• Farewell:
• And now, ye men of Malta, look about,
• And let's provide to welcome Calymath:

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• Close your portcullis, charge your basilisks,
• And as you profitably take up arms,
• So now courageously encounter them;
• For by this answer, broken is the league,
• And naught is to be looked for now but wars,
• And naught to us more welcome is than wars.
• [Exeunt.

[1]Scene: the Senate-house.

[2]Old ed. “Bashaws.” (I have kept the spelling “Basso” throughout.)