The Jew of Malta.
I'le sacrifice her on a pile of wood. aside.
I ha the poyson of the City for him, and the
White leprosie.
Lod.
What sparkle does it give without a foile?
Bar.
The Diamond that I talke of, ne'r was foild:
But when he touches it, it will be foild:
Lord Lodowicke, it sparkles bright and faire.
Lod.
Is it square or pointed, pray let me know.
Bar.
Pointed it is, good Sir,———but not for you.aside.
Lod.
I like it much the better.
Brr.
So doe I too.
Lod.
How showes it by night?
Bar.
Out shines Cinthia's rayes:
Yeu'le like it better farre a nights than dayes. aside.
Lod.
And what's the price?
Bar.
Your life and if you have it.———Oh my Lord
We will not jarre about the price; come to my house
And I will giv't your honour—with a vengeance. aside.
Lod.
No, Barabas, I will deserve it first.
Bar.
Good Sir, your father has deserv'd it at my hands,
Who of meere charity and Christian ruth,
To bring me to religious purity,
And as it were in Catechising sort,
To make me mindfull of my mortall sinnes,
Against my will, and whether I would or no,
Seiz'd all I had, and thrust me out a doores,
And made my house a place for Nuns most chast.
Lod.
No doubt your soule shall reape the fruit of it.
Bar.
I, but my Lord, the harvest is farre off:
And yet I know the prayers of those Nuns
And holy Fryers, having mony for their paines,
Are wondrous; and indeed doe no man good: aside.
And seeing they are not idle, but still doing,
'Tis likely they in time may reape some fruit,
I meane in fulnesse of perfection.
Lod.
Good Barabas glance not at our holy Nuns.
Bar.
No, but I doe it through a burning zeale,
Hoping
