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BosC. Governor of Malta, hither am I bound;
3 Km. 'Tistrue, my lord, therefore intreat him well.
Bosc. Our fraught is Grecians, Turks, and Africk
Foi late upon the coast of Corsica,
Gov. Martin del Bosco, I have heard of thee;
1 Km. Del Bosco, as thou lov'st and honour's! us,
Bosc. Will knights of Malta be in league with
And buy it basely too for sums of gold?
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,
Gov. On this condition shall thy Turks be sold.
BosC. So shall you imita'e 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:
Fear not their sale, for they'll be quickly bought.
2 Off. Every one's price is written on his back, And so much must they yield or not be sold.
1 Off. Here comes the Jew, had not his goods
He'd give us present money for them all.
Bah. In spite of these swine-eating Christians,
Here comes Don Lodowick the governor's son,
Lod. I hear the wealthy Jew walked this way;
Bar. Now will I shew myself to have more of the
Than the dove; that is, more knave than fool. Lod. Yond' walks the Jew, now for fair Abigail. Bar. Aye, aye, no doubt but she's at your command. . Lod. Barabas, thou know'st I am the governor's
son. Bar. I would you were his father too, sir, that's
all the harm
I wish you: the slave looks like a hog's cheek, new singed. [Aside.
Lod. Whither walk'st thou, Barabas?
Lod. Well, Barabas, canst help me to a diamond?
I mean my daughter: but e'er he shall have her
I'll sacrifice her on a pile of wood.
I have the poison of the city for him, and the
White leprosy. [Aside.
Lod. What sparkle does it give without a foil?
Bar. The diamond that I talk of, ne'er was foil'd: But when he touches it, it will be foil'd: Lord Lodowick, it sparkles bright and fair.
Lod. Is it square or pointed, pray let me know.
Bar. Pointed it is, good sir,—but not for you.
Loo. I like it much the better.
Bar. So do I too.
Lod. How shows it by night?
Bar. Outshines Cynthia's rays: You'll like it better far a nights than days. [Aside.
Lod. And what's the price?
Bar. Your life and it' you have it. Oh my Lord We will not jar about the price; come to my house And I will give't your honour—with a vengeance.
Lod. No, Barabas, I will deserve it first.
Bar. Good sir, your father has deserv'd it at my
Who of mere charity and Christian truth,
Loo. No doubt your soul shall reap the fruit of it.
Bar. Aye, but my lord, the harvest is far off: