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LOD. And so will I too, or it shall go hard.

Farewell Mathias.

MATH. Farewell, Lodowick.

[Exeunt.

ACT THE SECOND.

SCENE I.

Enter BARABAS, with a light.

BAR. Thus like the sad presaging raven that tolls
The sick man's passport in her hollow beak,
And in the shadow of the silent night
Doth shake contagion from her sable wings;
Vex'd and tormented runs poor Barabas
With fatal curses towards these Christians.
The uncertain pleasures of swift-footed time
Have ta'en their flight, and left me in despair;
And of my
former riches rests no more
But bare remembrance; like a soldier's scar,
That hath no further comfort for his maim.
Oh thou, that with a fiery pillar led'st

The sons of Israel through the dismal shades,
Light Abraham's offspring; and direct the hand
Of Abigail this night; or let the day
Turn to eternal darkness after this:

No sleep can fasten on my watchful eyes,
Nor quiet enter my distemper'd thoughts,
Till I have answer of my Abigail.

Enter ABIGAIL, above.

ABIG. Now have I happily espy'd a time To search the plank my father did appoint; And here behold, unseen, where I have found The gold, the pearls, and jewels, which he hid. BAR. Now I remember those old women's words, Who in my wealth would tell me winter's tales, And speak of spirits and ghosts that glide by night About the place where treasure had been hid : And now methinks that I am one of those : For whilst I live, here lives my soul's sole hope, And when I die, here shall my spirit walk.

ABIG. Now that my father's fortune were so good As but to be about this happy place;

'Tis not so happy: yet when we parted last,
He said he would attend me in the morn.
Then, gentle sleep, where'er his body rests,
Give charge to Morpheus that he may dream,
A golden dream, and of the sudden wake,
Come and receive the treasure I have found.

BAR. Bueno para todos mi ganado no era :
As good go on, as sit so sadly thus.

But stay, what star shines yonder in the east?
The loadstar of my life, if Abigail.

Who's there?

ABIG. Who's that?

BAR. Peace, Abigail, 'tis I.

ABIG. Then, father, here receive thy happiness.

[Throws down bags.

BAR. Hast thou't?

ABIG. Here, hast thou't?
There's more, and more, and more.

Bar. Oh, my girl,
My gold, my fortune, my felicity ;
Strength to my soul, death to mine enemy;
Welcome the first beginner of my bliss :
Oh, Abigail, Abigail, that I had thee here too,
Then my desires were fully satisfied, ,
But I will practice thy enlargement thence:
Oh girl, oh gold, oh beauty, oh my bliss !

[Hugs his bags.
ABIG. Father, it draweth towards midnight now,
And 'bout this time the nuns begin to wake;
To shun suspicion, therefore, let us part.

Bar. Farewell my joy, and by my fingers take
A kiss from him that sends it from his soul.
Now Phæbus ope the eye-lids of the day,
And for the raven wake the morning lark,
That I may hover with her in the air;
Singing o'er these, as she does o'er her young.
Hermoso placer el del dinero.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.
Enter GOVERNOR, MARTIN DEL Bosco, and

KNIGHTS.
Gov. Now captain tell us whither thou art bound?
Whence is thy ship that anchors in our road?
And why thou cam’st ashore without our leave?

Bosc. Governor of Malta, hither am I bound;
My ship, the Flying Dragon, is of Spain,
And so am I, Del Bosco is my name;
Vice-admiral unto the catholic king.

> KNI.'Tis true, my lord, therefore intreat him well. Bosc. Our fraught is Grecians, Turks, and Africk

Moors.
For late upon the coast of Corsica,
Because we vail'd not to the Spanish fleet,
Their creeping gallies had us in the chase :
But suddenly the wind began to rise,
And then we left, and took, and fought at ease :
Some have we fir’d, and many have we sunk;
But one amongst the rest became our prize :
The captain's slain, the rest remain our slaves,
Of whom we would make sale in Malta here.

Gov. Martin del Bosco, I have heard of thee;
Welcome to Malta, and to all of us;
But to admit a sale of these thy Turks
We may not, nay we dare not give consent
By reason of a tributary league.

1 Kni. Del Bosco, as thou lov'st and honour'st us,
Persuade our governor against the Turk;
This truce we have is but in hope of gold,
And with that sum he craves might we wage war.
Bosc. Will knights of Malta be in league with

Turks,
And buy it basely too for sums of gold?
My lord, remember that to Europe's shame,

The Christian Isle of Rhodes, from whence you came,
Was lately lost, and you were stated here
To be at deadly enmity with Turks.

Gov. Captain we know it, but our force is small.
Bosc. What is the sum that Calymath requires ?
Gov. A hundred thousand crowns.

Bos. My lord and king hath title to this Isle,
And he means quickly to expel you hence;
Therefore be ruld by me, and keep the gold :
I'll write unto his majesty for aid,
And not depart until I see you free.

Gov. On this condition shall thy Turks be sold.
Go officers and set them straight in shew.
Bosco, thou shalt be Malta's general ;
We and our warlike knights will follow thee
Against these barabarous mis-believing Turks.

Bosc. So shall you imitate those you succeed : For when their hideous force environ'd Rhodes, Small though the number was that kept the town, They fought it out, and not a man surviv'd To bring the hapless news to Christendom.

Gov. So will we fight it out; come, let's away: Proud daring Calymath, instead of gold, We'll send thee bullets wrapt in smoke and fire : Claim tribute where thou wilt, we are resolv'd, Honor is bought with blood and not with gold.

[Exeunt. Enter OFFICERS with slaves. 1 OFF. This is the Market-place, here let 'em

stand :

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