The Jew of Malta.
They'll dye with griefe.
Ith.
Doe you not sorrow for your daughters death?
Bar.
No, but I grieve because she liv'd so long an Hebrew Catho diabola.
Borne, and would become a Christian.
Enter the two Fryars.
Ith.
Look, look, Mr. here come two religious Caterpillers.
Bar.
I smelt 'em e're they came.
Ith.
God-a-mercy nose; come let's begone.
2 Fry.
Stay wicked Jew, repent, I say, and stay.
1 Fry.
Thou hast offended, therefore must be damn'd.
Bar.
I feare they know we sent the poyson'd broth.
Ith,
And so doe I, master, therefore speake 'em faire.
2.
Barabas, thou hast
1.
I, that thou hast
Bar.
True, I have mony, what though I have?
2.
Thou art a
1.
I, that thou art a
Bar.
What needs all this? I know I am a Jew.
2.
Thy daughter
1.
I, thy daughter,
Bar.
Oh speake not of her, then I dye with griefe.
2.
Remember that
1.
I, remember that
Bar.
I must needs say that I have beene a great usurer.
2.
Thou hast committed
Bar.
Fornication? but that was in another Country:
And besides, the Wench is dead.
2.
I, but Barabas remember Mathias and Don Lodowick.
Bar.
Why, what of them?
2.
I will not say that by a forged challenge they met.
Bar.
She has confest, and we are both undone;
My bosome inmates, but I must dissemble.aside.
Oh holy Fryars, the burthen of my sinnes
Lye heavy on my soule; then pray you tell me,
Is't not too late now to turne Christian?
I have beene zealous in the Jewish faith,
Hard harted to the poore, a covetous wretch,
That
