The Jew of Malta Christopher Marlowe (top non fiction books of all time txt) 📖

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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;38

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 nose39 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 ure40
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-good41 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.42 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 sure43 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