The Jew of Malta.
Convert my father that he may be sav'd,
And witnesse that I dye a Christian.
2 Fry.
I, and a Virgin too, that grieves me most:
But I must to the Jew and exclaime on him,
And make him stand in feare of me.
Enter 1 Fryar.
1 Fry.
Oh brother, all the Nuns are dead, let's bury them.
2 Fry.
First helpe to bury this, then goe with me
And helpe me to exclaime against the Jew.
1 Fry.
Why? what has he done?
2 Fry.
A thing that makes me tremble to unfold.
1 Fry.
What haa he crucified a child?
2 Fry.
No, but a worse thing: 'twas told me in shrift,
Thou know'st 'tis death and if it be reveal'd.
Come let's away. Exeunt.
Actus Quartus.
Enter Barabas. Itha.Bells within.
Bar. There is no musicke to a Christians knell:
How sweet the Bels ring now the Nuns are dead
That sound at other times like Tinkers pans?
I was afraid the poyson had not wrought;
Or though it wrought, it would have done no good,
For every yeare they swell, and yet they live;
Now all are dead, not one remaines alive.
Ith.
That's brave Mr. but think you it wil not be known
Bar.
How can it if we two be secret.
Ith.
For my part feare you not.
Bar.
I'de cut thy throat if I did.
Ith.
And reason too; but here's a royall Monastry hard
By, good master let me poyson all the Monks.
Bar.
Thou shalt not need, for now the Nuns are dead,
They'll
