The Jew of Malta.
Gov.
I know not, and that grieves me most of all.
Mat.
My son lov'd thine.
Gov.
And so did Lodowicke him.
Mat.
Lend me that weapon that did kill my sonne,
And it shall murder me.
Gov.
Nay Madem stay, that weapon was my son's,
And on that rather should Ferneze dye.
Mat.
Hold, let's inquire the causers of their deaths,
That we may venge their blood upon their heads.
Gov.
Then take them up, and let them be interr'd
Within one sacred monument of stone;
Upon which Altar I will offer up
My daily sacrifice of sighs and teares,
And with my prayers pierce impartia1l heavens,
Till they the causers of our smarts,
Which forc'd their hands divide united hearts:
Come, Katherina, our losses equall are,
Then of true griefe let us take equall share.Exeunt.
Enter Ithimore.
Ith.
Why was there ever seene such villany, so neatly
Plotted, and so well perform'd? both held in hand, and
Flatly both beguil'd?
Enter Abigall.
Abig.
Why how now, Ithimore, why laugh'st thou so?
Ith.
Oh, Mistresse, ha ha ha.
Abig.
Why what ayl'st thou?
Ith.
Oh my master.
Abig.
Ha.
Ith.
Oh Mistris! I have the bravest, gravest, secret, subtil
Bottle-nos'd knave to my Master, that ever Gentleman had
Abig.
Say, knave, why rail'st upon my father thus?
Ith.
Oh, my master has the bravest policy.
Abig.
Wherein?
Ith.
Why, know you not?
Abig.
Why no.
Ith.
Know you not of Mathia & Don Lodowick disaster?
Abig.
