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_Bar._ He knows it already. [_Aside._
_Itha._ 'Tis a strange thing of that Jew, he lives upon pickled gra.s.shoppers and sauced mushrooms.
_Bar._ What a slave's this? the Governor feeds not as I do. [_Aside._
_Itha._ He never put on clean s.h.i.+rt since he was circ.u.mcised.
_Bar._ O rascal! I change myself twice a day. [_Aside._ 70
_Itha._ The hat he wears, Judas left under the elder[137]
when he hanged himself.
_Bar._ 'Twas sent me for a present from the great Cham. [_Aside._
_Pilia._ A musty[138] slave he is; whither now, fiddler?
_Bar._ _Pardonnez moi, monsieur_, me[139] be no well. [_Exit._
_Pilia._ Farewell, fiddler: one letter more to the Jew.
_Bell._ Prythee, sweet love, one more, and write it sharp.
_Itha._ No, I'll send by word of mouth now; bid him deliver thee a thousand crowns, by the same token, that the nuns loved rice,--that Friar Barnardine slept in his own clothes; any of 'em will do it. 81
_Pilia._ Let me alone to urge it, now I know the meaning.
_Itha._ The meaning has a meaning; come let's in: To undo a Jew is charity, and not sin.
[_Exeunt._
ACT THE FIFTH.
SCENE I.
_Enter_[140] Governor, Knights, _and_ MARTIN DEL BOSCO.
_Gov._ Now, gentlemen, betake you to your arms, And see that Malta be well fortified; And it behoves you to be resolute; For Calymath, having hovered here so long, Will win the town or die before the walls.
_Knights._ And die he shall, for we will never yield.
_Enter_ BELLAMIRA _and_ PILIA-BORSA.
_Bell._ O, bring us to the Governor.
_Gov._ Away with her; she is a courtesan.
_Bell._ Whate'er I am, yet, Governor, hear me speak; I bring thee news by whom thy son was slain: 10 Mathias did it not; it was the Jew.
_Pilia._ Who, besides the slaughter of these gentlemen, Poisoned his own daughter and the nuns, Strangled a friar, and I know not what Mischief besides.
_Gov._ Had we but proof of this----
_Bell._ Strong proof, my lord; his man's now at my lodging, That was his agent; he'll confess it all.
_Gov._ Go fetch him straight [_Exeunt_ Officers]; I always feared that Jew. 20
_Enter_ Officers _with_ BARABAS _and_ ITHAMORE.
_Bar._ I'll go alone; dogs, do not hale me thus.
_Itha._ Nor me neither, I cannot outrun you, constable: O my belly!
_Bar._ One dram of powder more had made all sure; What a d.a.m.ned slave was I! [_Aside._
_Gov._ Make fires, heat irons, let the rack be fetched.
_Knights._ Nay, stay, my lord, 't may be he will confess?
_Bar._ Confess! what mean you, lords, who should confess?
_Gov._ Thou and thy Turk; 'twas you that slew my son.
_Itha._ Guilty, my lord, I confess: your son and Mathias were both contracted unto Abigail; [he] forged a counterfeit challenge. 31
_Bar._ Who carried that challenge?
_Itha._ I carried it, I confess; but who writ it? Marry, even he that strangled Barnardine, poisoned the nuns, and his own daughter.
_Gov._ Away with him, his sight is death to me.
_Bar._ For what, you men of Malta? hear me speak: She is a courtesan, and he a thief, And he my bondman. Let me have law, For none of this can prejudice my life. 40
_Gov._ Once more, away with him; you shall have law.
_Bar._ Devils, do your worst, I live in spite of you. [_Aside._ As these have spoke, so be it to their souls!-- I hope the poisoned flowers will work anon. [_Aside._ [_Exeunt._
_Enter the_ Mother _of_ MATHIAS.
_Mother._ Was my Mathias murdered by the Jew?
Ferneze, 'twas thy son that murdered him.
_Gov._ Be patient, gentle madam, it was he.
He forged the daring challenge made them fight.
_Mother._ Where is the Jew? where is that murderer?
