The Jew of Malta.
Joco.
Villaines, I am a sacred person, touch me not.
Bar.
The Law shall touch you, we'll but lead you, we.
'Las I could weepe at your calamity.
Take in the staffe too, for that must be showne:
Law wils that each particular be knowne.Exeunt.
Enter Curtezant, and Pilia-borza.
Curt.
Pilia-borza, didst thou meet with Ithimore?
Pil.
I did.
Curt.
And didst thou deliver my letter?
Pil.
I did.
Curt.
And what think'st thou, will he come?
Pil.
I think so, and yet I cannot tell, for at the reading of
The letter, he look'd like a man of another world.
Curt.
Why so?
Pil.
That such a base slave as he should be saluted by such
A tall man as I am, from such a beautifull dame as you.
Curt.
And what said he?
Pil.
Not a wise word, only gave me a nod, as who shold
say, Is it euen so; and so I left him, being driven to a
Non-plus at the critical aspect of my terrible countenance.
Curt.
And where didst meet him?
Pil.
Upon mine owne free-hold within 40 foot of the
Gallowes, conning his neck-verse I take it, looking of a
Fryars Execution, whom I saluted with an old hempen
proverb, Hidie tibi, cras mihi, and so I left him to the mercy
Of the Hangman: but the Exercise being done, see where
He comes.
Enter Ithimore.
Ith.
I never knew a man take his death so patiently as
This Fryar; he was ready to leape off e're the halter was
About his necke; and when the Hangman had put on his
Hempen Tippet, he made such haste to his prayers, as if
Hee had had another Cure to serve; well, goe whither
He will, I'le be none of his followers in haste:
And now I thinke on't, going to the execution, a fellow
Met me with a muschatoes like a Ravens wing, and
A Dagger with a hilt like a warming-pan, and he
Gave
