The Jew of Malta.
First for his Army, they are sent before,
Enter'd the Monastery, and underneath
In severall places are field-pieces pitch'd,
Bombards, whole Barrels full of Gunpowder,
That on the sudden shall dissever it,
And batter all the stones about their eares,
Whence none can possibly escape alive:
Now as for Calymath and his consorts,
Here have I made a dainty Gallery,
The floore whereof, this Cable being cut,
Doth fall asunder; so that it doth sinke
Into a deepe pit past recovery.
Here, hold that knife, and when thou seest he comes,
And with his Bashawes shall be blithely set,
A warning-peece shall be shot off from the Tower,
To give thee knowledge when to cut the cord,
And fire the house; say, will not this be brave?
Gov.
Oh excellent! here, hold thee, Barabas,
I trust thy word, take what I promis'd thee.
Bar.
No, Governor, I'le satisfie thee first,
Thou shalt not live in doubt of any thing.
Stand close, for here they come: why, is not this
A kingly kinde of trade to purchase Townes
By treachery, and sell 'em by deceit?
Now tell me, worldlings, underneath the summe,
If greater falshood ever has bin done.
Enter Calymath and Bashawes.
Caly.
Come, my Companion-Bashawes, see I pray
How busie Barrabas is there above
To entertaine us in his Gallery;
Let us salute him, Save thee, Barabas.
Bar.
Welcome great Calymath.
Gov.
How the slave jeeres at him?
Bar.
Will't please thee, mighty Selim-Calymath,
To ascend our homely stayres?
Caly.
I, Barabas, come Bashawes, attend.
Gov.
Stay, Calymath;
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