Scene
II
Enter Barabas and Ithamore.
Barabas
Ithamore, tell me, is the friar asleep?
Ithamore
Yes; and I know not what the reason is
Do what I can he will not strip himself,
Nor go to bed, but sleeps in his own clothes;
I fear me he mistrusts what we intend.
Barabas
No; ’tis an order which the friars use:
Yet, if he knew our meanings, could he ’scape?
Ithamore
No, none can hear him, cry he ne’er so loud.
Barabas
Why, true, therefore did I place him there:
The other chambers open towards the street.
Ithamore
You loiter, master; wherefore stay we thus?
O, how I long to see him shake his heels!
Barabas
Come on, sirrah.
Off with your girdle, make a handsome noose.
Ithamore takes off his girdle, and ties a noose on it.
Friar, awake! They put the noose round the Friar’s neck.
Friar Barnadine
What, do you mean to strangle me?
Ithamore
Yes, ’cause you use to confess.
Barabas
Blame not us, but the proverb, Confess and be hanged; pull hard.
Friar Barnadine
What, will you have my life?
Barabas
Pull hard, I say; you would have had my goods.
Ithamore
Ay, and our lives too, therefore pull amain. They strangle him.
’Tis neatly done, sir, here’s no print at all.
Barabas
Then is it as it should be; take him up.
Ithamore
Nay, master, be ruled by me a little. Stands the body upright against the wall, and puts a staff in its hand.
So, let him lean upon his staff; excellent! he stands as if he were begging of bacon.
Barabas
Who would not think but that this friar lived?
What time o’ night is’t now, sweet Ithamore?
Ithamore
Towards one.
Barabas
Then will not Jacomo be long from hence.
Exeunt.