An Hebrew born, and would become a Christian!
Cazzo, diabolo.
Look, look, master; here come two religious caterpillars.
I smelt ’em ere they came.
God-a-mercy, nose! come, let’s begone.
Stay, wicked Jew, repent, I say, and stay.
Thou hast offended, therefore must be damned.
I fear they know we sent the poisoned broth.
And so do I, master; therefore speak ’em fair.
Barabas, thou hast—
Ay, that thou hast—
True, I have money, what though I have?
Thou art a—
Ay, that thou art, a—
What needs all this? I know I am a Jew.
Thy daughter—
Ay, thy daughter—
O speak not of her! then I die with grief.
Remember that—
Ay, remember that—
I must needs say that I have been a great usurer.
Thou hast committed—
Fornication—but that was in another country;
And besides, the wench is dead.
Ay, but, Barabas,
Remember Mathias and Don Lodowick.
Why, what of them?
I will not say that by a forged challenge they met.
She has confessed, and we are both undone,
My bosom inmate! but I must dissemble.—Aside.
O holy friars, the burden of my sins
Lie heavy on my soul; then pray you tell me,
Is’t not too late now to turn Christian?
I have been zealous in the Jewish faith,
Hard-hearted to the poor, a covetous wretch,
That would for lucre’s sake have sold my soul;
A hundred for a hundred I have ta’en;
And now for store of wealth may I compare
With all the Jews in Malta; but what is wealth?
I am a Jew, and therefore am I lost.
Would penance serve to atone for this my sin,
I could afford to whip myself to death—
And so could I; but penance will not serve.
To fast, to pray, and wear a shirt of hair,
And on my knees creep to Jerusalem.
Cellars of wine, and sollars63 full of wheat,
Warehouses stuffed with spices and with drugs,
Whole chests of gold in bullion, and in coin,
Besides I know not how much weight in pearl,
Orient and round, have I within my house;
At Alexandria merchandise unsold:
But yesterday two ships went from this town,
Their voyage will be worth ten thousand crowns.
In Florence, Venice, Antwerp, London, Seville,
Frankfort, Lubeck, Moscow, and where not,
Have I debts owing; and, in most of these,
Great sums of money lying in the banco;
All this I’ll give to some religious house.
So I may be baptized, and live therein.
O good Barabas, come to our house.
O no, good Barabas, come to our house;
And, Barabas, you know—
I know that I have highly sinned:
You shall convert me, you shall have all my wealth.
O Barabas, their laws are strict.
I know they are, and I will be with you.
They wear no shirts, and they go barefoot too.
Then ’tis not for me; and I am resolved
You shall confess me, and have all my goods. To Friar Barnadine.
Good Barabas, come to me.
You see I answer him, and yet he stays;
Rid him away, and go you home with me.
I’ll be with you to-night.
Come to my house at one o’clock this night.
You hear your answer, and you may be gone.
Why, go, get you away.
I will not go for thee.
Not! then I’ll make thee go.
How! dost call me rogue?
Part ’em, master, part ’em.
This is mere frailty: brethren, be content.
Friar Barnardine, go you with Ithamore:
You know my mind, let me alone with him. Aside to Friar Barnadine.
Why does he go to thy house? let him be gone.
I’ll give him something, and so stop his mouth.
I never heard of any man but he
Maligned 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. O Jacomo, fail not, but come.
But, Barabas, who shall be your godfathers?
For presently you shall be shrived.
Marry, the Turk64 shall be one of my godfathers,
But not a word to any of your covent.65
I warrant thee, Barabas.
So, now the fear is past, and I am safe,
For he that shrived her is within my house;
What if I murdered him ere Jacomo comes?
Now I have such a plot for both their lives
As never Jew nor Christian knew the like:
One turned 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.
Scene II
Enter Barabas and Ithamore.66 | |
Barabas |
Ithamore, tell me, is the friar asleep? |
Ithamore |
Yes; and I know not what the reason is |
Barabas |
No; ’tis an order which the friars use: |
Ithamore |
No, none can hear him, cry he ne’er so loud. |
Barabas |
Why, true, therefore did I place him there: |
Ithamore |
You loiter, master; wherefore stay we thus? |
Barabas |
Come |