SceneII

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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.