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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.