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Bar. I smelt 'em ere they came.
Itha. God-a-mercy nose; come let's begone.
2 Fri. Stay, wicked Jew, repent, I say, and stay.
1 Fri. Thou hast offended, therefore must be
Bar. I fear they know we sent the poison'd broth. Itha. And so do I, master, therefore speak 'em fair.
2 Fri. Thou hast
1 Fri. Aye, that thou hast
Bar. True, I have money, what though I have? •2 Fri. Thou art a
1 Fri. Aye, that thou art a
Bar. What needs all this? I know I am a Jew.
2 Fri. Thy daughter
1 Fri. Aye, thy daughter,
Ba R. Oh speak not of her, then I die with grief.
2 Fri. Remember that
1 Fri. Aye, remember that
Bar. I must needs say that I have been a great usurer.
2 Fri. Thou hast committed
Bar. Fornication, but that was in another country: And besides, the wench is dead.
2 Fri. Aye, but Barabas remember Mathias and
Don Lodowick. Bar. Why, what of them? 2 Fri. I will not say that by a forged challenge
Bar. She has confest, and we are both undone; My bosom inmates! (but I must dissemble.) [dside. 0 holy Friars, the burthen of my sins
Lies heavy on my soul; then pray you, tell me,
1 have been zealous in the Jewish faith,
And now for store of wealth may 1 compare
Itha. And so could I; but penance will not serve.
Bar. To fast, to pray, and wear a shirt of hair,
1 Fri. Oh good Barabas come to our house.
2 Fri. Oh no, good Barabas, come to our house; And Barabas, you know—
Ba R. I know that I have highly sinn'd,
1 Fri. Oh Barabas, their laws are strict.
2 Fri. They wear no shirts, and they go bare-foot
Bar. Then 'tis not for me; and I am resolv'd You shall confess me, and have all my goods. 1 Fri. Good Barabas come to me. Bar. You see I answer him, and yet he stays; Rid him away, and go you home with me. 2. Fri. I'll be with you to night. Bar. Come to my house at one o'clock this night.
1 Fri. You hear your answer, and you may be
2 Fri. Why, go get you away.
1 Fri. I will not go for thee.
2 Fri. Not, then I'll make thee go.
1 Fri. How, dost call me rogue? [They fight.
Itha. Part 'em, master, part 'era.
Bar. This is mere frailty, brethren, be content. Friar Barnardine, go you with Ithamore.
Itha. You know my mind, let me alone with him; Why does he go to thy house, let him begone.
Bar. I'll give him something and so stop his mouth. [Exit Ithamore, with the friar. I never heard of any man but he
Malign'd the order of the Jacobins:
But do you think that I believe his words?
Why, brother, you converted Abigail;
And I am bound in charity to requite it,
And so I will. Oh Jacomo, fail not but come.
Fri. But, Barabas, who shall be your godfathers, For presently you shall be shriv'd.
Bar. Marry the Turk shall be one of my godfathers, But not a word to any of your convent.
Fri. I warrant thee, Barabas. [Exit.
Bar. So, now the fear is past, and I am safe: For he that shriv'd her is within my house, What if I murder'd him e'er Jacomo comes? Now I have such a plot for both their lives, As never Jew nor Christian knew the like: One turn'd my daughter, therefore he shall die; The other knows enough to have my life, Therefore 'tis not requisite he should live. But are not both these wise men to suppose That I will leave my house, my goods, and all, To fast and be well whipt; I'll none of that. Now Friar Barnardine I come to you, I'll feast you, lodge you, give you fair words, And after that, I and my trusty Turk— No more but so: it must and shall be done. [Exit.
Bar. Ithamore, tell me, is the friar asleep?
Itha. Yes; and I know not what the reason is. Do what I can he will not strip himself, Nor go to bed, but sleeps in his own clothes; I fear me he mistrusts what we intend.
Bar. No, 'tis an order which the friars use: Yet if he knew our meanings, could he 'scape?
Itha. No, none can hear him, cry he ne'er so loud.
Bar. Why true, therefore did I place him there: The other chambers open towards the street.
Itha. You loiter, master, wherefore stay me thus? Oh how I long to see him shake his heels.
Bar. Come on, sirrah,
Off with your girdle, make a handsome noose;
Fki. What do you mean to strangle me?
Itha. Yes, 'cause you use to confess.
Bar. Blame not us but the proverb, confess and be hang'd pull hard.
Fri. What, will you have my life?
Bar. Pull hard, I say, you would have had my goods.
Itha. Aye, and our lives too, therefore pull
'Tis neatly done, sir, here's no print at all.