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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 fraught8 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 scambled9 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.10 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

Fond11 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.12
Why, let ’em enter, let ’em take the town.

Exit. Scene
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