The Jew of Malta.
As but to be about this happy place;
'Tis not so happy: yet when we parted last,
He said he wud attend me in the morne.
Then, gentle sleepe, where e're his bodie rests,
Give charge to Morpheus that he may dreame
A golden dreame, and of the sudden walke,
Come and receive the Treasure I have found.
Bar.
Birn para todos, my ga nada no er:
As good goe on, as sit so sadly thus.
But stay, what starre shines yonder in the East?
The Loadstarre of my life, if Abigall.
Who's there?
Abig.
Who's that?
Bar.
Peace, Abigal, 'tis I.
Abig.
Then father here receive thy happinesse.
Bar.
Hast thou't? Throwes downe bags,
Abig.
Here,
Hast thou't?
There's more, and more, and more.
Bar.
Oh my girle,
My gold, my fortune, my felicity;
Strength to my soule, death to mine enemy;
Welcome the first beginner of my blisse:
Oh Aigal, Abigal, that I had thee here too,
Then my desires were fully satisfied,
But I will practise thy enlargement thence:
Oh girle, oh gold, oh beauty, oh my blisse! hugs his bags
Abig.
Father, it draweth towards midnight now,
And 'bout this time the Nuns begin to wake;
To shun suspition, therefore, let us part.
Bar.
Farewell my Joy, and by my fingers take
A kisse from him that sends it from his soule.
Now Phœbus ope the eye-lids of the day,
And for the Raven wake the morning Larke,
That I may hover with her in the Ayre;
Singing ore these, as she does ore her young.
Hermoso Piarer, de les Denirch. Exeunt.
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