would leave you no other castles, Don Fabiano, than your castles in Spain, which would vex you sadly.
Fabiani.True; but no one has those papers.
The Man.Yes.
Fabiani.Who?
The Man.I.
Fabiani.Bah! a miserable creature like you!That is not true. When a Jew speaks, a mouth lies.
The Man.I have those documents.
Fabiani.'Tis a lie! Where are they?
The Man.In my pocket.
Fabiani.I do not believe you. Are they in due form? Is nothing lacking?
The Man.Nothing.
Fabiani.Then I must have them.
The Man.Softly.
Fabiani.Give me those papers, Jew.
The Man.Excellent.—Thou dog Jew, vile beggar of the streets, give me the city of Shrewsbury, give me the city of Wexford, give me the county of Waterford. Give me alms, so please you.
Fabiani.Those papers are everything to me and nothing to you.
The Man.Simon Renard and Lord Chandos would pay me handsomely for them.
Fabiani.Simon Renard and Lord Chandos are the two dogs betwixt whom I'll have you hanged.
The Man.Have you no other proposition to make to me? Fare you well.
Fabiani.Stay, Jew.—What would you that I give you for those papers?
The Man.Something that you have upon you.
Fabiani.My purse?
