The Jew of Malta.
Math.
Suffer me, Barabas, but to follow him.
Bar.
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.
Math.
For this I'le have his heart.
Bar.
Doe so; loe here I giue thee Abigall.
Math.
What greater gift can poore Mathias have?
Shall Lodowicke rob me of so faire a love?
My life is not so deare as Abigall.
Bar.
My heart misgives me, that to crosse your love,
Hee's with your mother, therefore after him.
Math.
What, is he gone unto my mother?
Bar.
Nay, if you will, stay till she comes her selfe.
Math.
I cannot stay; for if my mother come,
Shee'll dye with griefe. Exit.
Abig.
I cannot take my leave of him for teares:
Father, why have you thus incenst them both?
Bar.
What's that to thee?
Abig.
I'le make 'em friends againe.
Bar.
You'll make 'em friends? are there not Jewes
Enow in Malta.
But thou must dote upon a Christian?
Abig.
I will have Don Mathias, he is my love.
Bar.
Yes, you shall have him: Goe put her in.
Ith.
I, I'le put her in.
Bar.
Now tell me, Ithimore, how lik'st thou this?
Ith.
Faith Master, I thinke by this
You purchase both their lives; is it not so?
Bar.
True; and it shall be cunningly perform'd.
Ith.
Oh, master, that I might have a hand in this.
Bar.
I, so thou shalt, 'tis thou must doe the deed:
Take this and beare it to Mathias streight,
And tell him that it comes from Lodowicke.
Ith.
'Tis poyson'd, is it not?
Bar.
No, no, and yet it might be done that way:
It is a challenge feign'd from Lodowicke.
Ith.
Feare not, I'le so set his heart a fire, that he
Shall
