Scene
I
Enter Bellamira.
Bellamira
Since this town was besieged, my gain grows cold:
The time has been, that but for one bare night,
A hundred ducats have been freely given:
But now against my will I must be chaste;
And yet I know my beauty doth not fail.
From Venice merchants, and from Padua
Were wont to come rare-witted gentlemen,
Scholars I mean, learned and liberal;
And now, save Pilia-Borza, comes there none,
And he is very seldom from my house;
And here he comes.
Enter Pilia-Borza.
Pilia-Borza
Hold thee, wench, there’s something for thee to spend. Shews a bag of silver.
Bellamira
’Tis silver. I disdain it.
Pilia-Borza
Ay, but the Jew has gold,
And I will have it, or it shall go hard.
Bellamira
Tell me, how cam’st thou by this?
Pilia-Borza
’Faith, walking the back-lanes, through the gardens, I chanced to cast mine eye up to the Jew’s counting-house, where I saw some bags of money, and in the night I clambered up with my hooks, and, as I was taking my choice, I heard a rumbling in the house; so I took only this, and run my way: but here’s the Jew’s man.
Bellamira
Hide the bag.
Enter Ithamore.
Pilia-Borza
Look not towards him, let’s away; zoons, what a looking thou keep’st; thou’lt betray’s anon.
Exeunt Bellamira and Pilia-Borza.
Ithamore
O, the sweetest face that ever I beheld! I know she is a courtesan by her attire: now would I give a hundred of the Jew’s crowns that I had such a concubine.
Well, I have delivered the challenge in such sort,
As meet they will, and fighting die; brave sport.
Exit.