The Jew of Malta.
That would for Lucars sake have sold my soule.
A hundred for a hundred I have tane;
And now for store of wealth may I compare
With all the Jewes in Malta; but what is wealth?
I am a Jew, and therefore am I lost.
Would pennance serve for this my sinne,
I could afford to whip my selfe to death.
Ith.
And so could I; but pennance will not serve.
Bar.
To fast, to pray, and weare a shirt of haire,
And on my knees creepe to Jerusalem,
Cellers of Wine, and Sollers full of Wheat,
Ware-houses stuft with spices and with drugs,
Whole Chests of Gold, in Bulloine, and in Coyne,
Besides I know not how much weight in Pearle
Orient and round, have I within my house;
At Alexandria, Merchandize unsold:
But yesterday two ships went from this Towne,
Their voyage will be worth ten thousand Crownes.
In Florence, Venice, Antwerpe, London, Ciuill,
Frankeford, Lubecke, Mosco, and where not,
Have I debts owing; and in most of these,
Great summes of mony lying in the bancho;
All this I'le give to some religious house
So I may be baptiz'd and live therein.
1.
Oh good Barabas come to our house.
2.
Oh no, good Barabas come to our house.
And Barabas, you know —
Bar.
I know that I have highly sinn'd,
You shall convert me, you shall have all my wealth.
1.
Oh Barabas, their Lawes are strict.
Bar.
I know they are, and I will be with you.
1.
They weare no shirts, and they goe bare-foot too.
Bar.
Then 'tis not for me; and I am resolv'd
You shall confesse me, and have all my goods.
1.
Good Barabas come to me.
Bar.
You see I answer him, and yet he stayes;
Rid him away, and goe you home with me.
2. I'le
