The Online Library of Liberty

A project of Liberty Fund, Inc.

• 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.

ACT THE FOURTH.

SCENE I.

Enter1BarabasandIthamore. Bells within.

Bar.

• There is no music to2 a Christian's knell:
• How sweet the bells ring now the nuns are dead,
• That sound at other times like tinkers' pans!
• I was afraid the poison had not wrought;
• Or, though it wrought, it would have done no good,
• For every year they swell, and yet they live;
• Now all are dead, not one remains alive.

Itha.

• That's brave, master, but think you it will not be known?

Bar.

• How can it, if we two be secret?

Itha.

• For my part fear you not.

  10

Bar.

• I'd cut thy throat if I did.

Itha.

• And reason too.
• But here's a royal monastery hard by;
• Good master, let me poison all the monks.

Bar.

• Thou shalt not need, for now the nuns are dead They'll die with grief.

Itha.

• Do you not sorrow for your daughter's death?

Bar.

• No, but I grieve because she lived so long.
• An Hebrew born, and would become a Christian!
• Cazzo,1diabolo.

  20

• Enter the two Friars.

Itha.

• Look, look, master, here come two religious caterpillars.

Bar.

• I smelt 'em ere they came.

Itha.

• God-a-mercy, nose! come, let's begone.

F. Barn.

• Stay, wicked Jew, repent, I say, and stay.

Bar.

• I fear they know we sent the poisoned broth.

Itha.

• And so do I, master; therefore speak 'em fair.

F. Barn.

• Barabas, thou hast—

F. Jac.

• Ay, that thou hast—

  30

Bar.

• True, I have money, what though I have?

F. Barn.

• Thou art a—

F. Jac.

• Ay, that thou art, a—

Bar.

• What needs all this? I know I am a Jew.

F. Barn.

• Thy daughter—

F. Jac.

• Ay, thy daughter—

Bar.

• O speak not of her! then I die with grief.

F. Barn.

• Remember that—

F. Jac.

• Ay, remember that—

  39

Far.

• I must needs say that I have been a great usurer.

F. Barn.

• Thou hast committed—

Bar.

• Fornication—but that
• Was in anothen country: and besides,
• The wench is dead.

F. Barn.

• Ay, but, Barabas,
• Remember Mathias and Don Lodowick.

Bar.

• Why, what of them?

F. Barn.

• I will not say that by a forged challenge they met.

Bar.

• She has confest, and we are both undone,
• My bosom inmate!1 but I must dissemble.—
• [Aside.

  50

• O holy friars, the burthen of my sins
• Lie heavy on my soul; then pray you tell me,
• Is't not too late now to turn Christian?
• I have been zealous in the Jewish faith,
• Hard-hearted to the poor, a covetous wretch,
• That would for lucre's sake have sold my soul.
• A hundred for a hundred I have ta'en;
• And now for store of wealth may I compare
• With all the Jews in Malta; but what is wealth?
• I am a Jew, and therefore am I lost.

  60

• Would penance serve for this my sin,
• I could afford to whip myself to death—

Itha.

• And so could I; but penance will not serve.

Bar.

• To fast, to pray, and wear a shirt of hair,
• And on my knees creep to Jerusalem.
• Cellars of wine, and sollers2 full of wheat,
• Warehouses stuft with spices and with drugs,
• Whole chests of gold, in bullion, and in coin,
• Besides I know not how much weight in pearl,
• Orient and round, have I within my house;

  70

• At Alexandria, merchandise unsold:1
• But yesterday two ships went from this town,
• Their voyage will be worth ten thousand crowns.
• In Florence, Venice, Antwerp, London, Seville,
• Frankfort, Lubeck, Moscow, and where not,
• Have I debts owing; and in most of these,
• Great sums of money lying in the banco;
• All this I'll give to some religious house
• So I may be baptized, and live therein.

F. Jac.

• O good Barabas, come to our house.

  80

F. Barn.

• O no, good Barabas, come to our house;
• And, Barabas, you know—

Bar.

• I know that I have highly sinned.

F. Jac.

• O Barabas, their laws are strict.

Bar.

• I know they are, and I will be with you.
• [To F. Jac.

F Barn.

• They wear no shirts, and they go barefoot too.

Bar.

• Then 'tis not for me; and I am resolved
• [To F. Barn.
• You shall confess me, and have all my goods.

F. Jac.

• Good Barabas, come to me.

  90

Bar.

• You see I answer him, and yet he stays;
• [To F. Barn.
• Rid him away, and go you home with me.

F. Jac.

• I'll be with you to-night.

Bar.

• Come to my house at one o'clock this night.
• [To F. Jac.

F. Jac.

• You hear your answer, and you may be gone.

F. Barn.

• Why, go get you away.

F. Jac.

• I will not go for thee.

F. Barn.

• Not! then I'll make thee go.

F. Jac.

• How, dost call me rogue?
• [They fight.

Itha.

• Part 'em, master, part 'em.

  100

Bar.

• This is mere frailty, brethren; be content.
• Friar Barnardine, go you with Ithamore:
• You1 know my mind, let me alone with him.
• [Aside to F. Barn.

F. Jac.

• Why does he go to thy house? let him begone.

Bar.

• I'll give him something and so stop his mouth.
• [ExitIthamorewith F. Barn.
• I never heard of any man but he
• Maligned the order of the Jacobins:
• But do you think that I believe his words?
• Why, brother, you converted Abigail;
• And I am bound in charity to requite it,

  110

• And so I will. O Jacomo, fail not, but come.

F. Jac.

• But, Barabas, who shall be your godfathers,
• For presently you shall be shrived.

Bar.

• Marry, the Turk2 shall be one of my godfathers,
• But not a word to any of your covent.3

F. Jac.

• I warrant thee, Barabas.
• [Exit.

Bar.

• So, now the fear is past, and I am safe:
• For he that shrived her is within my house,
• What if I murdered him ere Jacomo comes?
• Now I have such a plot for both their lives

  120

• As never Jew nor Christian knew the like;
• One turned my daughter, therefore he shall die;
• The other knows enough to have my life,
• Therefore 'tis not requisite he should live.
• But are not both these wise men to suppose
• That I will leave my house, my goods, and all
• To fast and be well whipt? I'll none of that.
• Now Friar Barnardine I come to you,
• I'll feast you, lodge you, give you fair words,
• And after that, I and my trusty Turk—

  130

• No more but so: it must and shall be done.
• [Exit.

SCENE II.

Enter1BarabasandIthamore.

Bar.

• Ithamore, tell me, is the friar asleep?

Itha.

• Yes; and I know not what the reason is,
• Do what I can he will not strip himself,
• Nor go to bed, but sleeps in his own clothes;
• I fear me he mistrusts what we intend.

Bar.

• No, 'tis an order which the friars use:
• Yet, if he knew our meanings, could he 'scape?

Itha.

• No, none can hear him, cry he ne'er so loud.

Bar.

• Why, true, therefore did I place him there:
• The other chambers open towards the street.

  10

Itha.

• You loiter, master, wherefore stay we thus?
• O how I long to see him shake his heels.

Bar.

• Come on, sirrah.
• Off with your girdle, make a handsome noose;
• [Ithamoremakes a noose in his girdle. They put it round the Friar's neck.
• Friar, awake!

F. Barn.

• What, do you mean to strangle me?

Itha.

• Yes, 'cause you use to confess.

Bar.

• Blame not us but the proverb, Confess and be hanged; pull hard.

F. Barn.

• What, will you have1 my life?

  20

Bar.

• Pull hard, I say; you would have had my goods.

Itha.

• Ay, and our lives too, therefore pull amain.
• [They strangle him
• 'Tis neatly done, sir, here's no print at all.

Bar.

• Then it is as it should be; take him up.

Itha.

• Nay, master, be ruled by me a little [Stands up the body]; so, let him lean upon his staff; excellent! he stands as if he were begging of bacon.

Bar.

• Who would not think but that this friar lived?
• What time o' night is't now, sweet Ithamore?

Itha.

• Towards one.

  30

Bar.

• Then will not Jacomo be long from hence.
• [Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Enter1 Friar Jacomo.

F. Jac.

• This is the hour wherein I shall proceed;
• O happy hour,2 wherein I shall convert
• An infidel, and bring his gold into our treasury!
• But soft, is not this Barnardine? it is;
• And, understanding I should come this way,
• Stands here a purpose, meaning me some wrong,
• And intercept my going to the Jew.
• Barnardine!
• Wilt thou not speak? thou think'st I see thee not;
• Away, I'd wish thee, and let me go by:

  10

• No, wilt thou not? nay, then, I'll force my way;
• And see, a staff stands ready for the purpose:
• As thou lik'st that, stop me another time.
• [Strikes him and he falls.
• EnterBarabasandIthamore.

Bar.

• Why, how now, Jacomo, what hast thou done?

F. Jac.

• Why, stricken him that would have struck at me.

Bar.

• Who is it?
• Barnardine? now out, alas! he's slain.

Itha.

• Ay, master, he's slain; look how his brains drop out on's nose.

F. Jac.

• Good sirs, I have done 't, but nobody knows it but you two—I may escape.

  21

Bar.

• So might my man and I hang with you for company.

Itha.

• No, let us bear him to the magistrates.

F. Jac.

• Good Barabas, let me go.

Bar.

• No, pardon me; the law must have its course.
• I must be forced to give in evidence,
• That being importuned by this Barnardine
• To be a Christian, I shut him out,
• And there he sat: now I, to keep my word,

  30

• And give my goods and substance to your house,
• Was up thus early; with intent to go

Itha.

• Fie upon 'em, master; will you turn Christian when holy friars turn devils and murder one another?

Bar.

• No, for this example I'll remain a Jew:
• Heaven bless me; what! a friar a murderer?
• When shall you see a Jew commit the like?

Itha.

• Why, a Turk could ha' done no more.

Bar.

• To-morrow is the sessions; you shall to it.

  40

• Come, Ithamore, let's help to take him hence.

F. Jac.

• Villains, I am a sacred person; touch me not.

Bar.

• The law shall touch you, we'll but lead you, we:
• 'Las I could weep at your calamity.
• Take in the staff too, for that must be shown:
• Law wills that each particular be known.
• [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Enter1BellamiraANDPilia-Borsa.

Bell.

• Pilia-Borsa, did'st thou meet with Ithamore?

Pilia.

• I did.

Bell.

• And didst thou deliver my letter?

Pilia.

• I did.

Bell.

• And what think'st thou? will he come?

Pilia.

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

Bell.

• Why so?

Pilia.

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

  12

Bell.

• And what said he?

Pilia.

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

Bell.

• And where didst meet him?

Pilia.

• Upon mine own freehold, within forty feet of the gallows, conning his neck-verse,2 I take it, looking of a friar's execution, whom I saluted with an old hempen proverb, Hodie tibi, cras mihi, and so I left him to the mercy of the hangman: but the exercise1 being done, see where he comes.

  24

• EnterIthamore.

Itha.

• I never knew a man take his death so patiently as this friar; he was ready to leap off ere the halter was about his neck; and when the hangman had put on his hempen tippet, he made such haste to his prayers, as if he had had another cure to serve; well, go whither he will, I'll be none of his followers in haste: and, now I think on't, going to the execution, a fellow met me with a muschatoes2 like a raven's wing, and a dagger with a hilt like a warming-pan, and he gave me a letter from one Madam Bellamira, saluting me in such sort as if he had meant to make clean my boots with his lips; the effect was, that I should come to her house. I wonder what the reason is; it may be she sees more in me than I can find in myself: for she writes further, that she loves me ever since she saw me, and who would not requite such love? Here's her house, and here she comes, and now would I were gone; I am not worthy to look upon her.

  41

Pilia.

• This is the gentleman you writ to.

Itha.

• Gentleman! he flouts me; what gentry can be in a poor Turk of tenpence?3 I'll be gone.
• [Aside.

Bell.

• Is't not a sweet-faced youth, Pilia?

Itha.

• Again, “sweet youth;” [Aside]—did not you, sir, bring the sweet youth a letter?

Pilia.

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

  50

Bell.

• Though woman's modesty should hale me back, I can withhold no longer; welcome, sweet love.

Itha.

• Now am I clean, or rather foully out of the way.
• [Aside.

Bell.

• Whither so soon?

Itha.

• I'll go steal some money from my master to make me handsome [Aside].—Pray pardon me, I must go and see a ship discharged.

Bell.

• Canst thou be so unkind to leave me thus?

Pilia.

• And ye did but know how she loves you, sir.

Itha.

• Nay, I care not how much she loves me. Sweet Bellamira, would I had my master's wealth for thy sake.

Pilia.

• And you can have it, sir, an if you please.

  63

Itha.

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

Pilia.

• And is't not possible to find it out?

Itha.

• By no means possible.

Bell.

• What shall we do with this base villain then?
• [Aside toPilia-Borsa.

Pilia.

• Let me alone; do you but speak him fair.—
• [Aside to her.
• But [sir] you know some secrets of the Jew,

  71

• Which, if they were revealed, would do him harm.

Itha.

• Ay, and such as—Go to, no more. I'll make him send me half he has, and glad he scapes so too.
• [Pen and ink.1
• I'll write unto him; we'll have money straight.

Pilia.

• Send for a hundred crowns at least.

Itha.

• Ten hundred thousand crowns—Master Barabas,
• [Writing.

Pilia.

• Write not so submissively, but threatening him.

Itha.

• Sirrah, Barabas, send me a hundred crowns.

Pilia.

• Put in two hundred at least.

Itha.

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

  83

Pilia.

• Tell him you will confess.

Itha.

• Otherwise I'll confess all—Vanish, and return in a twinkle.

Pilia.

• Let me alone; I'll use him in his kind.
• [ExitPilia-Borsa.

Itha.

• Hang him, Jew!

Bell.

• Now, gentle Ithamore, lie in my lap.
• Where are my maids? provide a running2 banquet;

  90

• Send to the merchant, bid him bring me silks,
• Shall Ithamore, my love, go in such rags?

Itha.

• And bid the jeweller come hither too.

Bell.

• I have no husband, sweet; I'll marry thee.

Itha.

• Content, but we will leave this paltry land,
• And sail from hence to Greece, to lovely Greece.
• I'll be thy Jason, thou my golden fleece;
• Where painted carpets o'er the meads are hurled,
• And Bacchus' vineyards overspread the world;
• Where woods and forests go in goodly green,
• I'll be Adonis, thou shalt be Love's Queen.
• The meads, the orchards, and the primrose-lanes,
• Instead of sedge and reed, bear sugar-canes:
• Thou in those groves, by Dis above,
• Shalt live with me and be my love.

Bell.

• Whither will I not go with gentle Ithamore?
• EnterPilia-Borsa.

Itha.

• How now! hast thou the gold?

Pilia.

• Yes.

Itha.

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

Pilia.

• At reading of the letter, he stared and stamped and turned aside. I took him by the beard,1 and looked upon him thus; told him he were best to send it; then he hugged and embraced me.

  114

• Itha, Rather for fear than love.

Pilia.

• Then, like a Jew, he laughed and jeered, and told me he loved me for your sake, and said what a faithful servant you had been.

Itha.

• The more villain he to keep me thus; here's goodly'parel, is there not?

  120

Pilia.

• To conclude, he gave me ten crowns.

Itha.

• But ten? I'll not leave him worth a grey groat.
• Give me a ream1 of paper; we'll have a kingdom of gold for't.

Pilia.

• Write for five hundred crowns.

Itha.

• [Writing.] Sirrah, Jew, as you love your life sena five hundred crowns, and give the bearer one hundred.
• Tell him I must have't.

Pilia.

• I warrant your worship shall have't.

Itha.

• And if he ask why I demand so much, tell him I scorn to write a line under a hundred crowns.

  131

Pilia.

• You'd make a rich poet, sir. I am gone.
• [Exit.

Itha.

• Take thou the money; spend it for my sake.

Bell.

• 'Tis not thy money, but thyself I weigh:
• Thus Bellamira esteems of gold. [Throws it on the floor.
• But thus of thee.
• [Kisses him.

Itha.

• That kiss again; she runs division2 of my lips.
• What an eye she casts on me? It twinkles like a star.

Bell.

• Come, my dear love, let's in and sleep together.

Itha.

• O, that ten thousand nights were put in one, that we might sleep seven years together afore we wake.

Bell.

• Come, amorous wag, first banquet, and then sleep.
• [Exeunt.

  142

SCENE V.

Enter3Barabas, reading a letter.

Bar.

• “Barabas, send me three hundred crowns.”
• Plam Barabas: O, that wicked courtesan!

• He was not wont to call me Barabas.
• ” Or else I will confess: “ay, there it goes:
• But, if I get him, coupe de gorge for that.
• He sent a shaggy tottered1 staring slave,
• That when he speaks draws out his grisly beard,
• And winds it twice or thrice about his ear;2
• Whose face has been a grindstone for men's swords;
• His hands are hacked, some fingers cut quite off;

  10

• Who, when he speaks, grunts like a hog, and looks
• Like one that is employed in catzerie3
• And crossbiting,4 —such a rogue
• As is the husband to a hundred whores:
• And I by him must send three hundred crowns!
• Well, my hope is, he will not stay there still;
• And when he comes: O, that he were but here!
• EnterPilia-Borsa.

Pilia.

• Jew, I must have more gold.

Bar.

• Why, want'st thou any of thy tale?

Pilia.

• No; but three hundred will not serve his turn.

  20

Bar.

• Not serve his turn, sir?

Pilia.

• No, sir; and, therefore, I must have five hundred more.

Bar.

• I'll rather—

Pilia.

• O good words, sir, and send it you were best; see, there's his letter.
• [Gives letter.

Bar.

• Might he not as well come as send; pray bid him come and fetch it; what he writes for you, ye shall have straight.

Pilia.

• Ay, and the rest too, or else—

  30

Bar.

• I must make this villain away.
• [Aside.
• Please you dine with me, sir;—and you shall be most heartily poisoned.
• [Aside.

Pilia.

• No, God-a-mercy. Shall I have these crowns?

Bar.

• I cannot do it, I have lost my keys.

Pilia.

• O, if that be all, I can pick ope your locks.

Bar.

• Or climb up to my counting-house window: you know my meaning.

Pilia.

• I know enough, and therefore talk not to me of your counting-house. The gold, or know, Jew, it is in my power to hang thee.

  41

Bar.

• I am betrayed.
• [Aside.
• 'Tis not five hundred crowns that I esteem,
• I am not moved at that: this angers me,
• That he who knows I love him as myself,
• Should write in this imperious vein. Why, sir,
• You know I have no child, and unto whom
• Should I leave all but unto Ithamore?

Pilia.

• Here's many words, but no crowns: the crowns!

  50

Bar.

• Commend me to him, sir, most humbly,
• And unto your good mistress, as unknown.

Pilia.

• Speak, shall I have 'em, sir?

Bar.

• Sir, here they are.
• O, that I should part with so much gold!
• [Aside.
• Here, take 'em, fellow, with as good a will—
• As I would see thee hang'd [Aside]; O, love stops my breath:
• Never loved man servant as I do Ithamore.

Pilia.

• I know it, sir.

Bar.

• Pray, when, sir, shall I see you at my house?

Pilia.

• Soon enough, to your cost, sir. Fare you well.

  60

• [Exit.

Bar.

• Nay, to thine own cost, villain, if thou com'st.
• Was ever Jew tormented as I am?
• To have a shag-rag knave to come,—
• Three hundred crowns,—and then five hundred crowns!
• Well, I must seek a means to rid 'em all,
• And presently; for in his villainy
• He will tell all he knows, and I shall die for't
• I have it:
• I will in some disguise go see the slave,
• And how the villain revels with my gold.

  70

• [Exit.

SCENE VI.

Enter1Bellamira, Ithamore, andPilia-Borsa.

Bell.

• I'll pledge thee, love, and therefore drink it off.

Itha.

• Say'st thou me so? have at it; and do you hear?
• [Whispers.

Bell.

• Go to, it shall be so.

Itha.

• Of that condition I will drink it up.
• Here's to thee.

Bell.1

• Nay, I'll have all or none.

Itha.

• There, if thou lov'st me do not leave a drop.

Bell.

• Love thee! fill me three glasses.

Itha.

• Three and fifty dozen, I'll pledge thee.

Pilia.

• Knavely spoke, and like a knight-at-arms.

Itha.

• Hey, Rivo2Castiliano! a man's a man.

  10

Bell.

• Now to the Jew.

Itha.

• Ha! to the Jew, and send me money he3 were best.

Pilia.

• What would'st thou do if he should send thee none?

Itha.

• Do nothing; but I know what I know; he's a murderer.

Bell.

• I had not thought he had been so brave a man.

Itha.

• You knew Mathias and the Governor's son; he and I killed 'em both, and yet never touched 'em.

Pilia.

• O, bravely done.

  20

Itha.

• I carried the broth that poisoned the nuns; and he and I, snickle hand too fast,4 strangled a friar.

Bell.

• You two alone!

Itha.

• We two, and 'twas never known, nor never shall be for me.

Pilia.

• This shall with me unto the Governor.
• [Aside toBellamira.

Bell.

• And fit it should: but first let's ha' more gold.
• [Aside.
• Come, gentle Ithamore, lie in my lap.

Itha.

• Love me little, love me long; let music rumble
• Whilst I in thy incony1 lap do tumble.

  30

• EnterBarabas, with a lute, disguised.

Bell.

• A French musician; come, let's hear your skill?

Bar.

• Must tuna my lute for sound, twang, twang, first.

Itha.

• Wilt drink, Frenchman? here's to thee with a—Pox on this drunken hiccup!

Bar.

• Gramercy, monsieur.

Bell.

• Prythee, Pilia-Borsa, bid the fiddler give me the posy in his hat there.

Pilia.

• Sirrah, you must give my mistress your posy.

Bar.

• A votre commandement, madame.

  40

Bell.

• How sweet, my Ithamore, the flowers smell.

Itha.

• Like thy breath, sweetheart, no violet like 'em.

Pilia.

• Foh! methinks they stink like a hollyhock.

Bar.

• So, now I am revenged upon 'em all.
• The scent thereof was death; I poisoned it.
• [Aside.

Itha.

• Play, fiddler, or I'll cut your cat's guts into chitterlings.

Bar.

• Pardonnez moi, be no in tune yet; so now, now all be in.

Itha.

• Give him a crown, and fill me out more wine.

  50

Pilia.

• There's two crowns for thee, play.

Bar.

• How liberally the villain gives me mine own gold.
• [Aside.

Pilia.

• Methinks he fingers very well.

Bar.

• So did you when you stole my gold.
• [Aside.

Pilia.

• How swift he runs.

Bar.

• You run swifter when you threw my gold out of my window.
• [Aside.

Bell.

• Musician, hast been in Malta long?

Bar.

• Two, three, four month, madam.

  60

Itha.

• Dost not know a Jew, one Barabas?

Bar.

• Very mush; monsieur, you no be his man?

Pilia.

• His man?

Itha.

• I scorn the peasant; tell him so.

Bar.

• He knows it already.
• [Aside.

Itha.

• 'Tis a strange thing of that Jew, he lives upon pickled grasshoppers and sauced mushrooms.

Bar.

• What a slave's this? the Governor feeds not as I do.
• [Aside.

Itha.

• He never put on clean shirt since he was circumcised.

  70

Bar.

• O rascal! I change myself twice a day.
• [Aside.

Itha.

• The hat he wears, Judas left under the elder1 when he hanged himself.

Bar.

• 'Twas sent me for a present from the great Cham.
• [Aside.

Pilia.

• A musty2 slave he is; whither now, fiddler?

Bar.

• Pardonnez moi, monsieur, me3 be no well.
• [Exit.

Pilia.

• Farewell, fiddler: one letter more to the Jew.

Bell.

• Prythee, sweet love, one more, and write it sharp.

  80

Itha.

• No, I'll send by word of mouth now; bid him deliver thee a thousand crowns, by the same token, that the nuns loved rice,—that Friar Barnardine slept in his own clothes; any of 'em will do it.

Pilia.

• Let me alone to urge it, now I know the meaning.

Itha.

• The meaning has a meaning; come let's in:
• To undo a Jew is charity, and not sin.
• [Exeunt.

[1]Scene: a street.

[2]I.e., compared to.

[1]A vulgar Italian oath. (Old ed. “Catho diabola.”)

[1]Old ed. “inmates.”

[2]Upper rooms; lofts. The word is still used in some parts of the country.

[1]Dyce reads “untold,”

[1]This line and the next are given to Ithamore in the old copy.

[2]Ithamore.

[3]The old form (preserved in “Covent Garden”) of “convent”

[1]Scene: a room in Barabas' house. In the 4to. this scene is a continuation of the former.

[1]Old ed. “save.” Perhaps we should read:—“What will you? save my life!”

[1]Scene the front of Barabas' house.

[2]I am tempted to arrange the verse thus:—

• “O happy hour,
• Wherein I shall convert an infidel,
• And bring his gold into our treasury!”

[1]Scene: a balcony of Bellamira's house.

[2]The verse read by criminals to entitle them to “benefit of clergy.” The first words of the 51st Psalm were commonly chosen.

[1]Sermon. Cf. Richard III., iii. 2:—

• “I thank thee, good Sir John, with all my heart;
• I am in debt for your last exercise.”

[2]I.e., a pair of mustachios.

[3]The contemptuous expression “Turk of tenpence” is found in Dekker's Satiromastix, &c.

[1]In old ed. these words are printed as part of the text. I have followed Dyce in printing them as a stage-direction.

[2]So the old ed.—Dyce and Cunningham read “cunning;” but the expression “running banquet” (akin to our “hasty meal”) occurs in Henry VIII., i. 4, 1. 13.

[1]So modern editors. Old ed. “sterd.”

[1]Dyce observes that “realm” was often written “ream.” Marlowe was not much addicted to quibbling.

[2]A musical term.

[3]Scene a room in Barabas' house.

[1]“Tottered” and “tattered” are used indifferently by old writers.

[2]Cf. a somewhat similar description of a ruffian in Arden of Feversham:—

• “A lean-faced writhen knave,
• Hawk-nosed and very hollow-eyed,
• With mighty furrows in his stormy brow,
• Long hair down his shoulders curled;
• His chin was bare, but on his upper lip
• A mutchado which he wound about his ear.”

[3]A word formed from “catso.”

[4]Swindling.

[1]Scene: the balcony of Bellamira's house.

[1]Old ed. Pil.

[2]The origm of this boisterous exclamation is uncertain. Gifford suggested that it was corrupted from the Spanish rio, which is figuratively used for a large quantity of liquor. Dyce quotes from the anonymous comedy, Look about you:—

• ” And Ryvo will he cry and Castile too.”

[3]Old ed. “you.”

[4]A corrupt passage. “Snickle” is a North-country word for “noose.” Cunningham proposed “snickle hard and fast.”

[1]Old ed. “incoomy.” The word “incony” (which is found in Love's Labour's Lost, &c.) means “delicate, dainty.” It has been doubtfully derived from the North-country “canny” or “conny” (in the sense of pretty), the prefix “in” having an intensive force.

[1]Dyce quotes from Sir John Mandeville:—“And fast by is zit the tree of Eldre that Judas henge him self upon for despeyt that he hadde when he solde and betrayed our Lorde.”—Voiage and Travell, &c., p. 112, ed. 1725. “That Judas hanged himself,” says Sir Thomas Browne, “much more that he perished thereby, we shall not raise a doubt. Although Jansemus, discoursing the point, produceth the testimony of Theophylact and Euthymius that he died not by the gallows but under a cart-wheel; and Baronius also delivereth, this was the opinion of the Greeks and derived as high as Papias one of the disciples of John. Although, also, how hardly the expression of Matthew is reconcileable unto that of Peter, and that he plainly hanged himself, with that, that falling headlong he burst asunder in the midst—with many other the learned Grotius plainly doth acknowledge.”—Vulgar Errors, vii. II.

[2]Old ed. “masty.” Dyce “nasty.”

[3]Old ed. “we.”