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Act Four, Scene One

Enter Barabas, Ithamore. Bells within.

Barabas
There is no musicke to a Christians knell:
How sweet the Bels ring now the Nuns are dead
That sound at other times like Tinkers pans?
I was afraid the poyson had not wrought;
Or though it wrought, it would have done no good,
For every yeare they swell, and yet they live;
Now all are dead, not one remaines alive.

Ithimore
That's brave, master, but think you it wil not be known?

Barabas
How can it if we two be secret.

Ithimore
For my part feare you not.

Barabas
I'de cut thy throat if I did.

Ithimore
And reason too;
But here's a royall Monastry hard by,
Good master let me poyson all the Monks.

Barabas
Thou shalt not need, for now the Nuns are dead.
They'll dye with griefe.

Ithimore
Doe you not sorrow for your daughters death?

Barabas
No, but I grieve because she liv'd so long.
An Hebrew bome, and would become a Christian?
Cazzo, diabolo.
Enter the two Fryars.

Ithimore
Look, look, master, here come two religious Caterpillers.

Barabas
I smelt 'em e're they came.

Ithimore
God-a-mercy nose; come let's begone.

2. Fryer
Stay wicked Jew, repent, I say, and stay.

1. Fryer
Thou hast offended, therefore must be damn'd.

Barabas
I feare they know we sent the poyson'd broth.

Ithimore
And so doe I, master, therefore speake 'em faire.

2. Fryar
Barabas, thou hast—

1. Fryar
I, that thou hast—

Barabas
True, I have mony, what though I have?

2. Fryar
Thou art a—

1. Fryar
I, that thou art a—

Barabas
What needs all this? I know I am a Jew.

2. Fryar
Thy daughter—

1. Fryar
I, thy daughter

Barabas
Oh speake not of her, then I dye with griefe.

2. Fryar
Remember that—

1. Fryar
I, remember that—

Barabas
I must needs say that I have beene a great usurer.

2. Fryar
Thou hast committed—

Barabas
Fornication? but that was in another Country:
And besides, the Wench is dead.

2. Fryar
I, but Barabas, remember Mathias and Don Lodowick.

Barabas
Why, what of them?

2. Fryar
I will not say that by a forged challenge they met.

Barabas
She has confest, and we are both undone,
My bosome inmate, but I must dissemble.
Aside.
Oh holy Fryars, the burthen of my sinnes
Lye heavy on my soule; then pray you tell me,
Is't not too late now to turne Christian?
I have beene zealous in the Jewish faith,
Hard harted to the poore, a covetous wretch,
That would for Lucars sake have sold my soule.
A hundred for a hundred I have tane;
And now for store of wealth may I compare
With all the Jewes in Malta but what is wealth?
I am a Jew, and therefore am I lost.
Would pennance serve for this my sinne,
I could afford to whip my selfe to death.

Ithimore
And so could I; but pennance will not serve.

Barabas
To fast, to pray, and weare a shirt of haire,
And on my knees creepe to Jerusalem.
Cellers of Wine, and Sollers full of Wheat,
Ware-houses stuft with spices and with drugs,
Whole Chests of Gold, in Bullion, and in Coyne,
Besides I know not how much weight in Pearle
Orient and round, have I within my house;
At Alexendria, Merchandize unsold:
But yesterday two ships went from this Towne,
Their voyage will be worth ten thousand Crownes.
In Florence, Venice, Antwerpe, London, Civill,
Frankeford, Lubecke, Mosco, and where not,
Have I debts owing; and in most of these,
Great summes of mony lying in the bancho;
All this I'le give to some religious house
So I may be baptiz'd and live therein.

1. Fryar
Oh good Barabas come to our house.

2. Fryar
Oh no, good Barabas come to our house.
And Barabas, you know—

Barabas
I know that I have highly sinn'd,
You shall convert me, you shall have all my wealth.
[Aside to 2. Fryar.]

1. Fryar
Oh Barabas, their Lawes are strict.

Barabas
I know they are, and I will be with you.
[Aside to 2. Fryar.]

1. Fryar
They weare no shirts, and they goe bare-foot too.

Barabas
Then 'tis not for me; and I am resolv'd
You shall confesse me, and have all my goods.
[Aside to 1. Fryar.]

2. Fryar
Good Barabas, come to me.

Barabas
You see I answer him, and yet he stayes;
Rid him away, and goe you home with me.
[Aside to 1. Fryar.]

2. Fryar
I'le be with you to night.

Barabas
Come to my house at one a clocke this night.
[Aside to 2. Fryar.]

1. Fryar
You heare your answer, and you may be gone.

2. Fryar
Why goe, get you away.

1. Fryar
I will not goe for thee.

2. Fryar
Not? then I'le make thee, rogue.

1. Fryar
How, cost call me rogue?
Fight.

Ithimore
Part 'em, master, part 'em.

Barabas
This is meere frailty, brethren, be content.
Fryar Barnardine goe you with Ithimore.
You know my mind, let me clone with him.
[Aside to 2. Fryar.]

1. Fryar
Why does he goe to thy house? let him begone.
Exit [Ithimore and 2. Fryar].

Barabas
I'le give him something and so stop his mouth.
I never heard of any man but he
Malign'd the order of the Jacobines:
But doe you thinke that I beleeve his words?
Why, Brother, you converted Abigall;
And I am bound in charitie to requite it,
And so I will, oh Jacomo, faile not but come.

1. Fryar
But Barabas, who shall be your godfathers,
For presently you shall be shriv'd.

Barabas
Marry the Turke shall be one of my godfathers,
But not a word to any of your Covent.

1. Fryar
I warrant thee, Barabas.
Exit.

Barabas
So, now the feare is past, and I am safe:
For he that shriv'd her is within my house.
What if I murder'd him e're 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 dye;
The other knowes 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 whips; I'le none of that.
Now Fryar Bernardine I come to you,
I'le feast you, lodge you, give you faire words,
And after that, I and my trusty Turke—
No more but so: it must and shall be done.
Ithimore, tell me, is the Fryar asleepe?
Enter Ithimore.

Ithimore
Yes; and I know not what the reason is
:
Doe what I can he will not strip himselfe,
Nor goe to bed, but sleepes in his owne clothes;
I feare me he mistrusts what we intend.

Barabas
No, 'tis an order which the Fryars use:
Yet if he knew our meanings, could he scape?

Ithimore
No, none can heare him, cry he ne're so loud.

Barabas
Why true, therefore did I place him there:
The other Chambers open towards the street.

Ithimore
You loyter, master, wherefore stay we thus?
Oh how I long to see him shake his heeles.

Barabas
Come on, sirra,
Off with your girdle, make a hansom noose;
Fryar, awake.

2. Fryar
What, doe you meane to strangle me?

Ithimore
Yes, 'cause you use to confesse.

Barabas
Blame not us but the proverb, Confes and be hang'd.
Pull hard.

2. Fryar
What, will you have my life?

Barabas
Pull hard, I say, you would have had my goods.

Ithimore
I, and our lives too, therefore pull amaine.
[Dies.]
'Tis neatly done, Sir, here's no print at all.

Barabas
Then is it as it should be, take him up.


Ithimore
Nay, master, be rul'd by me a little; so, let him leane
upon his staffe; excellent, he stands as if he were begging of
Bacon.

Barabas
Who would not thinke but that this Fryar liv'd?
What time a night is't now, sweet Ithimore?

Ithimore
Towards one.

Barabas
Then will not Jacomo be long from hence.
[They go aside.]
Enter [1. Fryar] Jacomo.

1. Fryar
This is the houre
Wherein I shall proceed; Oh happy houre,
Wherein I shall convert an Infidell,
And bring his gold into our treasury.
But soft, is not this Bernardine? it is;
And understanding I should come this way,
Stands here a purpose, meaning me some wrong,
And intercept my going to the Jew;
Bernardine
Wilt thou not speake? thou think'st I see thee not;
Away, I'de wish thee, and let me goe by:
No, wilt thou not? nay then I'le force my way;
And see, a staffe stands ready for the purpose:
As thou lik'st that, stop me another time.
Strike him, he fals. Enter [come forward] Barabas [and Ithimore].


Barabas
Why, how now Jacomo, what hast thou done?

1. Fryar
Why, stricken him that would have stroke at me.


Barabas
Who is it? Bernardine? now out alas,
He is slaine.


Ithimore
I, master, he's slain; look how his brains drop out on's
nose.

1. Fryar
Good sirs I have don't, but no body knowes it but you
two, I may escape.


Barabas
So might my man and I hang with you for company.


Ithimore
No, let us beare him to the Magistrates.

1. Fryar
Good Barabas let me goe.

Barabas
No, pardon me, the Law must have his course.
I must be forc'd to give in evidence,
That being importun'd by this Bernardine
To be a Christian, I shut him out,
And there he sate: now I to keepe my word,
And give my goods and substance to your house,
Was up thus early; with intent to goe
Unto your Friery, because you staid.


Ithimore
Fie upon 'em, master, will you turne Christian, when
holy Friars turne devils and murder one another.

Barabas
No, for this example I'le remaine a Jew:
Heaven blesse me; what, a Fryar a murderer?
When shall you see a Jew commit the like?

Ithimore
Why, a Turke could ha done no more.

Barabas
To morrow is the Sessions; you shall to it.
Come Ithimore, let's helpe to take him hence.

1. Fryar
Villaines, I am a sacred person, touch me not.

Barabas
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.

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