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Barabas discovered in his counting-house, with heaps of gold before him.

Barabas

So that of thus much that return was made:

And of the third part of the Persian ships,

There was the venture summed and satisfied.

As for those Sabans, and the men of Uz,

That bought my Spanish oils and wines of Greece

Here have I purst their paltry silverlings.

Fie, what a trouble ’tis to count this trash

Well fare the Arabians, who so richly pay

The things they traffic for with wedge of gold,

Whereof a man may easily in a day

Tell that which may maintain him all his life.

The needy groom, that never fingered groat,

Would make a miracle of thus much coin:

But he whose steel-barred coffers are crammed full,

And all his lifeetime hath been tired,

Wearying his fingers’ ends with telling it,

Would in his age be loath to labour so,

And for a pound to sweat himself to death.

Give me the merchants of the Indian mines,

That trade in metal of the purest mould;

The wealthy Moor, that in the eastern rocks

Without control can pick his riches up,

And in his house heap pearl like pebble-stones,

Receive them free, and sell them by the weight;

Bags of fiery opals, sapphires, amethysts,

Jacinths, hard topaz, grass-green emeralds,

Beauteous rubies, sparkling diamonds,

And seld-seen costly stones of so great price,

As one of them, indifferently rated,

And of a carat of this quantity,

May serve in peril of calamity

To ransom great kings from captivity.

This is the ware wherein consists my wealth;

And thus methinks should men of judgment frame

Their means of traffic from the vulgar trade,

And, as their wealth increaseth, so enclose

Infinite riches in a little room.

But now how stands the wind?

Into what corner peers my halcyon’s bill?

Ha! to the east? yes: see how stand the vanes?

East and by south: why then I hope my ships

I sent for Egypt and the bordering isles

Are gotten up by Nilus’ winding banks:

Mine argosy from Alexandria,

Loaden with spice and silks, now under sail,

Are smoothly gliding down by Candy shore

To Malta, through our Mediterranean sea.⁠—

But who comes here?

Enter a Merchant.

How now?

Merchant

Barabas, thy ships are safe,

Riding in Malta-road: and all the merchants

With other merchandise are safe arrived,

And have sent me to know whether yourself

Will come and custom them.

Barabas

The ships are safe thou say’st, and richly fraught.

Merchant

They are.

Barabas

Why then go bid them come ashore,

And bring with them their bills of entry:

I hope our credit in the custom-house

Will serve as well as I were present there.

Go send ’em threescore camels, thirty mules,

And twenty waggons, to bring up the ware.

But art thou master in a ship of mine,

And is thy credit not enough for that?

Merchant

The very custom barely comes to more

Than many merchants of the town are worth,

And therefore far exceeds my credit, sir.

Barabas

Go tell ’em the Jew of Malta sent thee, man:

Tush! who amongst ’em knows not Barabas?

Merchant

I go.

Barabas

So, then, there’s somewhat come.

Sirrah, which of my ships art thou master of?

Merchant

Of the Speranza, sir.

Barabas

And saw’st thou not

Mine argosy at Alexandria?

Thou could’st not come from Egypt, or by Caire,

But at the entry there into the sea,

Where Nilus pays his tribute to the main,

Thou needs must sail by Alexandria.

Merchant

I neither saw them, nor inquired of them:

But this we heard some of our seamen say,

They wondered how you durst with so much wealth

Trust such a crazed vessel, and so far.

Barabas

Tush, they are wise! I know her and her strength.

But go, go thou thy ways, discharge thy ship,

And bid my factor bring his loading in.

Exit Merchant.

And yet I wonder at this argosy.

Enter a Second Merchant.

Second Merchant

Thine argosy from Alexandria,

Know, Barabas, doth ride in Malta-road,

Laden with riches, and exceeding store

Of Persian silks, of gold, and orient pearl.

Barabas

How chance you came not with those other ships

That sailed by Egypt?

Second Merchant

Sir, we saw ’em not.

Barabas

Belike they coasted round by Candy shore

About their oils, or other businesses.

But ’twas ill done of you to come so far

Without the aid or conduct of their ships.

Second Merchant

Sir, we were wafted by a Spanish fleet,

That never left us till within a league,

That had the galleys of the Turk in chase.

Barabas

O!⁠—they were going up to Sicily:⁠—

Well, go,

And bid the merchants and my men despatch

And come ashore, and see the fraught discharged.

Second Merchant

I go.

Exit.

Barabas

Thus trowls our fortune in by land and sea,

And thus are we on every side enriched:

These are the blessings promised to the Jews,

And herein was old Abraham’s happiness:

What more may Heaven do for earthly man

Than thus to pour out plenty in their laps,

Ripping the bowels of the earth for them,

Making the seas their servants, and the winds

To drive their substance with successful blasts?

Who hateth me but for my happiness?

Or who is honoured now but for his wealth?

Rather had I, a Jew, be hated thus,

Than pitied in a Christian poverty:

For I can see no fruits in all their faith,

But malice, falsehood, and excessive pride,

Which methinks fits not their profession.

Haply some hapless man hath conscience,

And for his conscience lives in beggary.

They say we are a scattered nation:

I cannot tell, but we have scambled up

More wealth by far than those that brag of faith:

There’s Kirriah Jairim, the great Jew of Greece,

Obed in Bairseth, Nones in Portugal,

Myself in Malta, some in Italy,

Many in France, and wealthy every one;

Ay, wealthier far than any Christian.

I must confess we come not to be kings;

That’s not our fault: alas, our number’s few,

And crowns come either by succession,

Or urged by force; and nothing violent,

Oft have I heard tell, can be permanent.

Give us a peaceful rule; make Christians kings,

That thirst so much for principality.

I have no charge, nor many children,

But one sole daughter, whom I hold as dear

As Agamemnon did his Iphigen;

And all I have is hers. But who comes here?

Enter three Jews.

First Jew

Tush, tell not me; ’twas done of policy.

Second Jew

Come, therefore, let us go to Barabas,

For he can counsel best in these affairs;

And here he comes.

Barabas

Why, how now, countrymen!

Why flock you thus to me in multitudes?

What accident’s betided to the Jews?

First Jew

A fleet of warlike galleys, Barabas,

Are come from Turkey, and lie in our road:

And they this day sit in the council-house

To entertain them and their embassy.

Barabas

Why, let ’em come, so they come not to war;

Or let ’em war, so we be conquerors.⁠—

Nay, let ’em combat, conquer, and kill all!

So they spare me, my daughter, and my wealth. Aside.

First Jew

Were it for confirmation of a league,

They would not come in warlike manner thus.

Second Jew

I fear their coming will afflict us all.

Barabas

Fond men, what dream you of their multitudes?

What need they treat of peace that are in league?

The Turks and those of Malta are in league.

Tut, tut, there is some other matter in’t.

First Jew

Why, Barabas, they come for peace or war.

Barabas

Haply for neither, but to pass along

Towards Venice by the Adriatic sea;

With whom they have attempted many times,

But never could effect their stratagem.

Third Jew

And very wisely said. It may be so.

Second Jew

But there’s a meeting in the senate-house,

And all the Jews in Malta must be there.

Barabas

Hum; all the Jews in Malta must be there?

Ay, like enough, why then let every man

Provide him, and be there for fashion-sake.

If any thing shall there concern our state,

Assure yourselves I’ll look⁠—unto myself. Aside.

First Jew

I know you will. Well, brethren, let us go.

Second Jew

Let’s take our leaves. Farewell, good Barabas.

Barabas

Farewell, Zaareth; farewell, Temainte.

Exeunt three Jews.

And, Barabas, now search this secret out;

Summon thy senses, call thy wits together:

These silly men mistake the matter clean.

Long to the Turk did Malta contribute;

Which tribute all in policy, I fear,

The Turk has let increase to such a sum

As all the wealth of Malta cannot pay;

And now by that advantage thinks, belike

To seize upon the town: ay, that he seeks.

Howe’er the world go, I’ll make sure for one,

And seek in time to intercept the worst,

Warily guarding that which I ha’ got.

Ego mihimet sum semper proximus.

Why, let ’em enter, let ’em take the town.

Exit.