I cannot feast my men in Malta-walls,
Except he place his tables in the streets.
Know, Selim, that there is a monastery
Which standeth as an outhouse to the town:
There will he banquet them; but thee at home,
With all thy bassoes and brave followers.
Well, tell the governor we grant his suit,
We’ll in this summer evening feast with him.
I shall, my lord.
And now, bold bassoes, let us to our tents,
And meditate how we may grace us best
To solemnize our governor’s great feast.
Scene V
| Enter Ferneze, Knights and Martin del Bosco.101 | |
| Ferneze |
In this, my countrymen, be ruled by me, |
| First Knight |
Rather than thus to live as Turkish thralls,103 |
| Ferneze |
On, then, begone. |
| Knights |
Farewell, grave governor! |
| Exeunt on one side Knights and Martin del Bosco; on the other Ferneze. |
Scene VI
| Enter, above, Barabas, with a hammer, very busy; and Carpenters.104 | |
| Barabas |
How stand the cords? how hang these hinges? fast? |
| First Carpenter |
All fast. |
| Barabas |
Leave nothing loose, all levelled to my mind. |
| First Carpenter |
We shall, my lord, and thank you. |
| Exeunt Carpenters. | |
| Barabas |
And, if you like them, drink your fill and die: |
| Enter Messenger. | |
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Now, sirrah, what, will he come? |
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| Messenger |
He will; and has commanded all his men |
| Barabas |
Then now are all things as my wish would have ’em; |
| Enter Ferneze. | |
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Now, governor, the sum. |
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| Ferneze |
With free consent, a hundred thousand pounds. |
| Barabas |
Pounds say’st thou, governor? well, since it is no more, |
| Ferneze |
O, excellent! here, hold thee, Barabas |
| Barabas |
No, governor; I’ll satisfy thee first, |
| Firenze retires. | |
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Why, is not this |
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| Enter Calymath and Bassoes. | |
| Calymath |
Come, my companion bassoes: see, I pray, |
| Barabas |
Welcome, great Calymath! |
| Ferneze |
How the slave jeers at him! Aside. |
| Barabas |
Will ’t please thee, mighty Selim Calymath, |
| Calymath |
Ay, Barabas;— |
| Ferneze |
Coming forward. Stay, Calymath! |
| Knight |
Within. Sound a charge there! |
| A charge sounded within. Ferneze cuts the cord: the floor of the gallery gives way, and Barabas falls into a cauldron placed in a pit. | |
| Enter Martin del Bosco and Knights. | |
| Calymath |
How now! what means this? |
| Barabas |
Help, help me! Christians, help! |
| Ferneze |
See, Calymath! this was devised for thee! |
| Calymath |
Treason! treason! bassoes, fly! |
| Ferneze |
No, Selim, do not fly; |
| Barabas |
O, help me, Selim! help me, Christians! |
| Ferneze |
Should I in pity of thy plaints or thee, |
| Barabas |
You will not help me, then? |
| Ferneze |
No, villain, no. |
| Barabas |
And, villains, know you cannot help me now.— |
| Calymath |
Tell me, you Christians, what doth this portend? |
| Ferneze |
This train he laid to have entrapped thy life; |
| Calymath |
Was this the banquet he prepared for us? |
| Ferneze |
Nay, Selim, stay; for, since we have thee here, |
| Calymath |
