Act
II
Scene
I
Enter Barabas, with a light.
Barabas
Thus, like the sad presaging raven, that tolls
The sick man’s passport in her hollow beak,
And in the shadow of the silent night
Doth shake contagion from her sable wings,
Vexed and tormented runs poor Barabas
With fatal curses towards these Christians.
The incertain pleasures of swift-footed time
Have ta’en their flight, and left me in despair;
And of my former riches rests no more
But bare remembrance; like a soldier’s scar,
That has no further comfort for his maim.—
O thou, that with a fiery pillar led’st
The sons of Israel through the dismal shades,
Light Abraham’s offspring; and direct the hand
Of Abigail this night! or let the day
Turn to eternal darkness after this!
No sleep can fasten on my watchful eyes,
Nor quiet enter my distempered thoughts,
Till I have answer of my Abigail.
Enter Abigail above.
Abigail
Now have I happily espied a time
To search the plank my father did appoint;
And here, behold, unseen, where I have found
The gold, the pearls, and jewels, which he hid.
Barabas
Now I remember those old women’s words,
Who in my wealth would tell me winter’s tales,
And speak of spirits and ghosts that glide by night
About the place where treasure hath been hid:
And now methinks that I am one of those:
For, whilst I live, here lives my soul’s sole hope,
And, when I die, here shall my spirit walk.
Abigail
Now that my father’s fortune were so good
As but to be about this happy place;
’Tis not so happy: yet, when we parted last,
He said he would attend me in the morn.
Then, gentle sleep, where’er his body rests,
Give charge to Morpheus that he may dream
A golden dream, and of the sudden wake,
Come and receive the treasure I have found.
Barabas
Bueno para todos mi ganado no era:
As good go on as sit so sadly thus.
But stay: what star shines yonder in the east?
The loadstar of my life, if Abigail.
Who’s there?
Abigail
Who’s that?
Barabas
Peace, Abigail, ’tis I.
Abigail
Then, father, here receive thy happiness.
Barabas
Hast thou’t?
Abigail
Here, Throws down bags. hast thou’t?
There’s more, and more, and more.
Barabas
O my girl,
My gold, my fortune, my felicity!
Strength to my soul, death to mine enemy!
Welcome the first beginner of my bliss!
O Abigail, Abigail, that I had thee here too!
Then my desires were fully satisfied:
But I will practice thy enlargement thence:
O girl! O gold! O beauty! O my bliss!
Hugs the bags.
Abigail
Father, it draweth towards midnight now,
And ’bout this time the nuns begin to wake;
To shun suspicion, therefore, let us part.
Barabas
Farewell, my joy, and by my fingers take
A kiss from him that sends it from his soul.
Exit Abigail above.
Now, Phoebus, ope the eye-lids of the day,
And, for the raven, wake the morning lark,
That I may hover with her in the air;
Singing o’er these, as she does o’er her young.
Hermoso placer de los dineros.
Exit.
Scene
II
Enter Ferneze, Martin del Bosco, and Knights.
Ferneze
Now, captain, tell us whither thou art bound?
Whence is thy ship that anchors in our road?
And why thou cam’st ashore without our leave?
Martin del Bosco
Governor of Malta, hither am I bound;
My ship, the Flying Dragon, is of Spain,
And so am I: Del Bosco is my name;
Vice-admiral unto the Catholic King.
First Knight
’Tis true, my lord, therefore entreat him well.
Martin del Bosco
Our fraught is Grecians, Turks, and Afric Moors.
For late upon the coast of Corsica,
Because we vailed not to the Turkish fleet,
Their creeping galleys had us in the chase:
But suddenly the wind began to rise,
And then we luffed and tacked, and fought at ease:
Some have we fired, and many have we sunk;
But one amongst the rest became our prize:
The captain’s slain; the rest remain our slaves,
Of whom we would make sale in Malta here.
Ferneze
Martin del Bosco, I have heard of thee;
Welcome to Malta, and to all of us;
But to admit a sale of these thy Turks
We may not, nay, we dare not give consent
By reason of a tributary league.
First Knight
Del Bosco, as thou lov’st and honour’st us,
Persuade our governor against the Turk;
This truce we have is but in hope of gold,
And with that sum he craves might we wage war.
Martin del Bosco
Will Knights of Malta be in league with Turks,
And buy it basely too for sums of gold?
My lord, remember that, to Europe’s shame,
The Christian Isle of Rhodes, from whence you came,
Was lately lost, and you were stated here
To be at deadly enmity with Turks.
Ferneze
Captain, we know it, but our force is small.
Martin del Bosco
What is the sum that Calymath requires?
Ferneze
A hundred thousand crowns.
Martin del Bosco
My lord and king hath title to this isle,
And he means quickly to expel you hence;
Therefore be ruled by me, and keep the gold:
I’ll write unto his majesty for aid,
And not depart until I see you free.
Ferneze
On this condition shall thy Turks be sold:
Go, officers, and set them straight in show.—
Exeunt Officers.
Bosco, thou shalt be Malta’s general;
We and our warlike Knights will follow thee
Against these barb’rous misbelieving Turks.
Martin del Bosco
So shall you imitate those you succeed:
For when their hideous force environed Rhodes,
Small though the number was that kept the town,
They fought it out, and not a man survived
To bring the hapless news to Christendom.
Ferneze
So will we fight it out: come, let’s away:
Proud daring Calymath, instead of gold,
We’ll send thee bullets wrapt in smoke and fire:
Claim tribute where thou wilt, we are resolved,
Honour is bought with blood, and not with gold.
Exeunt.
Scene
III
Enter Officers, with Ithamore and other Slaves.
First Officer
This is the market-place, here let ’em stand:
Fear not their sale, for they’ll be quickly bought.
Second Officer
Every one’s price is written on his back,
And so much must they yield, or not be sold.
First Officer
Here comes the Jew; had not his goods been seized,
He’d give us present money for them all.
Enter Barabas.
Barabas
In spite of these swine-eating Christians—
Unchosen nation, never circumcised,
Such as (poor villains!) such were ne’er thought upon
Till Titus and Vespasian conquered us—
Am I become as wealthy as I was:
They hoped my daughter would ha’ been a nun;
But she’s at home, and I have bought a house
As great and fair as is the governor’s;
And there, in spite of Malta, will I dwell,
Having Ferneze’s hand; whose heart I’ll have,
Ay, and his son’s too, or it shall go hard.
I am not of the tribe of Levi, I,
That can so soon forget an injury.
We Jews can fawn like spaniels when we please:
And when we grin we bite; yet are our looks
As innocent and harmless as a lamb’s.
I learned in Florence how to kiss my hand,
Heave up my shoulders when they call me dog,
And duck as low as any barefoot friar;
Hoping to see them starve upon a stall,
Or else be gathered for in our synagogue,
That, when the offering-basin comes to me,
Even for charity I may spit into’t.—
Here comes Don Lodowick, the governor’s son,
One that I love for his good father’s sake.
Enter Lodowick.
Lodowick
I hear the wealthy Jew walked this way:
I’ll seek him out, and so insinuate,
That I may have a sight of Abigail;
For Don Mathias tells me she is fair.
Barabas
Now will I show myself
To have more of the serpent than the dove;
That is, more knave than fool. Aside.
Lodowick
Yond’ walks the Jew; now for fair Abigail.
Barabas
Ay, ay, no doubt but she’s at your command. Aside.
Lodowick
Barabas, thou know’st I am the governor’s son.
Barabas
I would you were his father, too, sir;
That’s all the harm I wish you.—The slave looks
Like a hog’s cheek new singed. Aside.
Lodowick
Whither walk’st thou, Barabas?
Barabas
No further: ’tis a custom held with us,
That when we speak with Gentiles like to you,
We turn into the air to purge ourselves:
For unto us the promise doth belong.
Lodowick
Well, Barabas, canst help me to a diamond?
Barabas
O, sir, your father had my diamonds.
Yet I have one left that will serve your turn:—
I mean my daughter: but ere he shall have her
I’ll sacrifice her on a pile of wood.
I ha’ the poison of the city for him,
And the white leprosy. Aside.
Lodowick
What sparkle does it give without a foil?
Barabas
The diamond that I talk of ne’er was foiled:—
But, when he touches it, it will be foiled. Aside.
Lord Lodowick, it sparkles bright and fair.
Lodowick
Is it square or pointed? pray, let me know.
Barabas
Pointed it is, good sir—but not for you. Aside.
Lodowick
I like it much the better.
Barabas
So do I too.
Lodowick
How shows it by night?
Barabas
Outshines Cynthia’s rays:
You’ll like it better far o’ nights than days. Aside.
Lodowick
And what’s the price?
Barabas
Your life, an if you have it. Aside. O my lord,
We will not jar about the price; come to my house
And I will give’t your honour—with a vengeance. Aside.
Lodowick
No, Barabas, I will deserve it first.
Barabas
Good sir,
Your father has deserved it at my hands,
Who, of mere charity and Christian truth,
To bring me to religious purity,
And as it were in catechising sort,
To make me mindful of my mortal sins,
Against my will, and whether I would or no,
Seized all I had, and thrust me out o’ doors,
And made my house a place for nuns most chaste.
Lodowick
No doubt your soul shall reap the fruit of it.
Barabas
Ay, but, my lord, the harvest is far off.
And yet I know the prayers of those nuns
And holy friars, having money for their pains,
Are wondrous;—and indeed do no man good: Aside.
And seeing they are not idle, but still doing,
’Tis likely they in time may reap some fruit,
I mean in fullness of perfection.
Lodowick
Good Barabas, glance not at our holy nuns
Barabas
No, but I do it through a burning zeal—
Hoping ere long to set the house afire;
For though they do a while increase and multiply,
I’ll have a saying to that nunnery. Aside.
As for the diamond, sir, I told you of,
Come home, and there’s no price shall make us part,
Even for your honourable father’s sake—
It shall go hard but I will see your death. Aside.
But now I must be gone to buy a slave.
Lodowick
And, Barabas, I’ll bear thee company.
Barabas
Come, then—here’s the market-place.—
What’s the price of this slave? Two hundred crowns!
Do the Turks weigh so much?
First Officer
Sir, that’s his price.
Barabas
What, can he steal, that you demand so much?
Belike he has some new trick for a purse;
An if he has, he is worth three hundred plates,
So that, being bought, the town-seal might be got
To keep him for his lifetime from the gallows:
The sessions day is critical to thieves,
And few or none ’scape but by being purged.
Lodowick
Rat’st thou this Moor but at two hundred plates?
First Officer
No more, my lord.
Barabas
Why should this Turk be dearer than that Moor?
First Officer
Because he is young, and has more qualities.
Barabas
What, hast the philosopher’s stone? an thou hast, break my head with it, I’ll forgive thee.
Slave
No, sir; I can cut and shave
Barabas
Let me see, sirrah; are you not an old shaver?
Slave
Alas, sir, I am a very youth.
Barabas
A youth! I’ll buy you, and marry you to Lady Vanity, if you do well.
Slave
I will serve you, sir.
Barabas
Some wicked trick or other. It may be, under colour of shaving, thou’lt cut my throat for my goods. Tell me, hast thou thy health well?
Slave
Ay, passing well.
Barabas
So much the worse; I must have one that’s sickly, an’t be but for sparing victuals: ’tis not a stone of beef a day will maintain you in these chops; let me see one that’s somewhat leaner.
First Officer
Here’s a leaner, how like you him?
Barabas
Where wast thou born?
Ithamore
In Thrace; brought up in Arabia.
Barabas
So much the better, thou art for my turn.
An hundred crowns? I’ll have him; there’s the coin. Gives money.
First Officer
Then mark him, sir, and take him hence.
Barabas
Ay, mark him, you were best, for this is he
That by my help shall do much villany. Aside.
My lord, farewell: Come, sirrah; you are mine.
As for the diamond, it shall be yours;
I pray, sir, be no stranger at my house,
All that I have shall be at your command.
Enter Mathias and his mother Katharine.
Mathias
What make the Jew and Lodowick so private?
I fear me ’tis about fair Abigail. Aside.
Barabas
Yonder comes Don Mathias; let us stay;
Exit Lodowick.
He loves my daughter, and she holds him dear:
But I have sworn to frustrate both their hopes,
And be revenged upon the governor.
Katharine
This Moor is comeliest, is he not? speak, son.
Mathias
No, this is the better, mother, view this well.
Barabas
Seem not to know me here before your mother,
Lest she mistrust the match that is in hand:
When you have brought her home, come to my house;
Think of me as thy father; son, farewell.
Mathias
But wherefore talked Don Lodowick with you?
Barabas
Tush, man! we talked of diamonds, not of Abigail.
Katharine
Tell me, Mathias, is not that the Jew?
Barabas
As for the comment on the Maccabees,
I have it, sir, and ’tis at your command.
Mathias
Yes, madam, and my talk with him was but
About the borrowing of a book or two.
Katharine
Converse not with him, he is cast off from heaven.
Thou hast thy crowns, fellow; come, let’s away.
Mathias
Sirrah, Jew, remember the book.
Barabas
Marry, will I, sir.
Exeunt Mathias and his Mother.
First Officer
Come, I have made a reasonable market; let’s away.
Exeunt Officers with Slaves.
Barabas
Now let me know thy name, and therewithal
Thy birth, condition, and profession.
Ithamore
Faith, sir, my birth is but mean; my name’s Ithamore, my profession what you please.
Barabas
Hast thou no trade? then listen to my words,
And I will teach thee that shall stick by thee:
First, be thou void of these affections,
Compassion, love, vain hope, and heartless fear,
Be moved at nothing, see thou pity none,
But to thyself smile when the Christians moan.
Ithamore
O, brave, master, I worship your nose for this.
Barabas
As for myself, I walk abroad o’ nights
And kill sick people groaning under walls:
Sometimes I go about and poison wells;
And now and then, to cherish Christian thieves,
I am content to lose some of my crowns,
That I may, walking in my gallery,
See ’em go pinioned along by my door.
Being young, I studied physic, and began
To practise first upon the Italian;
There I enriched the priests with burials,
And always kept the sexton’s arms in ure
With digging graves and ringing dead men’s knells:
And, after that, was I an engineer,
And in the wars ’twixt France and Germany,
Under pretence of helping Charles the Fifth,
Slew friend and enemy with my stratagems.
Then after that was I an usurer,
And with extorting, cozening, forfeiting,
And tricks belonging unto brokery,
I filled the jails with bankrupts in a year,
And with young orphans planted hospitals,
And every moon made some or other mad,
And now and then one hang himself for grief,
Pinning upon his breast a long great scroll
How I with interest tormented him.
But mark how I am blest for plaguing them;
I have as much coin as will buy the town.
But tell me now, how hast thou spent thy time?
Ithamore
’Faith, master,
In setting Christian villages on fire,
Chaining of eunuchs, binding galley-slaves.
One time I was an hostler in an inn,
And in the night-time secretly would I steal
To travellers’ chambers, and there cut their throats:
Once at Jerusalem, where the pilgrims kneeled,
I strewed powder on the marble stones,
And therewithal their knees would rankle so,
That I have laughed a-good to see the cripples
Go limping home to Christendom on stilts.
Barabas
Why this is something: make account of me
As of thy fellow; we are villains both:
Both circumcised, we hate Christians both:
Be true and secret, thou shalt want no gold.
But stand aside, here comes Don Lodowick.
Enter Lodowick.
Lodowick
O Barabas, well met;
Where is the diamond you told me of?
Barabas
I have it for you, sir; please you walk in with me:
What, ho, Abigail! open the door, I say.
Enter Abigail, with letters.
Abigail
In good time, father; here are letters come
From Ormus, and the post stays here within.
Barabas
Give me the letters.—Daughter, do you hear,
Entertain Lodowick the governor’s son
With all the courtesy you can afford;
Provided that you keep your maidenhead.
Use him as if he were a Philistine;
Dissemble, swear, protest, vow love to him,
He is not of the seed of Abraham. Aside.
I am a little busy, sir, pray pardon me.
Abigail, bid him welcome for my sake.
Abigail
For your sake and his own he’s welcome hither.
Barabas
Daughter, a word more; kiss him; speak him fair,
And like a cunning Jew so cast about,
That ye be both made sure ere you come out. Aside.
Abigail
O father! Don Mathias is my love.
Barabas
I know it: yet, I say, make love to him;
Do, it is requisite it should be so—Aside.
Nay, on my life, it is my factor’s hand—
But go you in, I’ll think upon the account.
Exeunt Abigail and Lodowick into the house.
The account is made, for Lodowick he dies.
My factor sends me word a merchant’s fled
That owes me for a hundred tun of wine:
I weigh it thus much; Snapping his fingers. I have wealth enough.
For now by this has he kissed Abigail;
And she vows love to him, and he to her.
As sure as heaven rained manna for the Jews,
So sure shall he and Don Mathias die:
His father was my chiefest enemy.
Enter Mathias.
Whither goes Don Mathias? stay awhile.
Mathias
Whither, but to my fair love Abigail?
Barabas
Thou know’st, and heaven can witness this is true,
That I intend my daughter shall be thine.
Mathias
Ay, Barabas, or else thou wrong’st me much.
Barabas
O, Heaven forbid I should have such a thought.
Pardon me though I weep: the governor’s son
Will, whether I will or no, have Abigail:
He sends her letters, bracelets, jewels, rings.
Mathias
Does she receive them?
Barabas
She! No, Mathias, no, but sends them back,
And, when he comes, she locks herself up fast;
Yet through the keyhole will he talk to her,
While she runs to the window looking out
When you should come and hale him from the door
Mathias
O treacherous Lodowick!
Barabas
Even now as I came home, he slipt me in,
And I am sure he is with Abigail.
Mathias
I’ll rouse him thence.
Barabas
Not for all Malta, therefore sheathe your sword;
If you love me, no quarrels in my house;
But steal you in, and seem to see him not;
I’ll give him such a warning ere he goes
As he shall have small hopes of Abigail.
Away, for here they come.
Reenter Lodowick and Abigail.
Mathias
What, hand in hand! I cannot suffer this.
Barabas
Mathias, as thou lov’st me, not a word.
Mathias
Well, let it pass; another time shall serve.
Exit into the house.
Lodowick
Barabas, is not that the widow’s son?
Barabas
Ay, and take heed, for he hath sworn your death.
Lodowick
My death! what, is the base-born peasant mad?
Barabas
No, no, but happily he stands in fear
Of that which you, I think, ne’er dream upon,
My daughter here, a paltry silly girl.
Lodowick
Why, loves she Don Mathias?
Barabas
Doth she not with her smiling answer you?
Abigail
He has my heart; I smile against my will. Aside.
Lodowick
Barabas, thou know’st I have loved thy daughter long.
Barabas
And so has she done you, even from a child.
Lodowick
And now I can no longer hold my mind.
Barabas
Nor I the affection that I bear to you.
Lodowick
This is thy diamond, tell me, shall I have it?
Barabas
Win it, and wear it, it is yet unsoiled.
O! but I know your lordship would disdain
To marry with the daughter of a Jew;
And yet I’ll give her many a golden cross
With Christian posies round about the ring.
Lodowick
’Tis not thy wealth, but her that I esteem.
Yet crave I thy consent.
Barabas
And mine you have, yet let me talk to her.—
This offspring of Cain, this Jebusite,
That never tasted of the Passover,
Nor e’er shall see the land of Canaan,
Nor our Messias that is yet to come;
This gentle maggot, Lodowick, I mean,
Must be deluded: let him have thy hand,
But keep thy heart till Don Mathias comes. Aside.
Abigail
What, shall I be betrothed to Lodowick?
Barabas
It’s no sin to deceive a Christian;
For they themselves hold it a principle,
Faith is not to be held with heretics;
But all are heretics that are not Jews;
This follows well, and therefore, daughter, fear not. Aside.
I have entreated her, and she will grant.
Lodowick
Then, gentle Abigail, plight thy faith to me.
Abigail
I cannot choose, seeing my father bids.—
Nothing but death shall part my love and me. Aside.
Lodowick
Now have I that for which my soul hath longed.
Barabas
So have not I, but yet I hope I shall. Aside.
Abigail
O wretched Abigail, what hast thou done? Aside.
Lodowick
Why on the sudden is your colour changed?
Abigail
I know not, but farewell, I must be gone.
Barabas
Stay her, but let her not speak one word more.
Lodowick
Mute o’ the sudden! here’s a sudden change.
Barabas
O, muse not at it, ’tis the Hebrews’ guise,
That maidens new betrothed should weep a while:
Trouble her not; sweet Lodowick, depart:
She is thy wife, and thou shalt be mine heir.
Lodowick
O, is’t the custom? then I am resolved:
But rather let the brightsome heavens be dim,
And nature’s beauty choke with stifling clouds,
Than my fair Abigail should frown on me.—
There comes the villain; now I’ll be revenged.
Reenter Mathias.
Barabas
Be quiet, Lodowick; it is enough
That I have made thee sure to Abigail.
Lodowick
Well, let him go.
Exit.
Barabas
Well, but for me, as you went in at doors
You had been stabbed, but not a word on’t now;
Here must no speeches pass, nor swords be drawn.
Mathias
Suffer me, Barabas, but to follow him.
Barabas
No; so shall I, if any hurt be done,
Be made an accessary of your deeds;
Revenge it on him when you meet him next.
Mathias
For this I’ll have his heart.
Barabas
Do so; lo, here I give thee Abigail.
Mathias
What greater gift can poor Mathias have?
Shall Lodowick rob me of so fair a love?
My life is not so dear as Abigail.
Barabas
My heart misgives me, that, to cross your love,
He’s with your mother; therefore after him.
Mathias
What, is he gone unto my mother?
Barabas
Nay, if you will, stay till she comes herself.
Mathias
I cannot stay; for, if my mother come,
She’ll die with grief.
Exit.
Abigail
I cannot take my leave of him for tears:
Father, why have you thus incensed them both?
Barabas
What’s that to thee?
Abigail
I’ll make ’em friends again.
Barabas
You’ll make ’em friends!
Are there not Jews enow in Malta,
But thou must dote upon a Christian?
Abigail
I will have Don Mathias; he is my love.
Barabas
Yes, you shall have him: go put her in.
Ithamore
Ay, I’ll put her in. Puts in Abigail.
Barabas
Now tell me, Ithamore, how lik’st thou this?
Ithamore
Faith, master, I think by this
You purchase both their lives: is it not so?
Barabas
True; and it shall be cunningly performed.
Ithamore
O master, that I might have a hand in this.
Barabas
Ay, so thou shalt, ’tis thou must do the deed:
Take this, and bear it to Mathias straight, Gives a letter.
And tell him that it comes from Lodowick.
Ithamore
’Tis poisoned, is it not?
Barabas
No, no, and yet it might be done that way:
It is a challenge feigned from Lodowick.
Ithamore
Fear not; I will so set his heart afire,
That he shall verily think it comes from him.
Barabas
I cannot choose but like thy readiness:
Yet be not rash, but do it cunningly.
Ithamore
As I behave myself in this, employ me hereafter.
Barabas
Away, then.
Exit Ithamore.
So; now will I go in to Lodowick,
And, like a cunning spirit, feign some lie.
Till I have set ’em both at enmity.
Exit.