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A06991	The famous tragedy of the rich Ievv of Malta As it vvas playd before the King and Queene, in his Majesties theatre at White-hall, by her Majesties Servants at the Cock-pit. Written by Christopher Marlo.; Jew of Malta	Marlowe, Christopher, 1564-1593.; Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.	1633 (1633)	STC 17412; ESTC S109853	40,098	76

how cam'st thou by this Pilia. Faith walking the backe lanes through the Gardens I chanc'd to cast mine eye vp to the Iewes counting-house Where I saw some bags of mony and in the night I Clamber'd vp with my hooks and as I was taking My choyce I heard a rumbling in the house so I tooke Onely this and runne my way but here 's the Iews man Enter Ithimore Curt. Hide the bagge Pilia. Looke not towards him let 's away Zoon's what a looking thou keep'st Thou 'lt betraye 's anon Ith. O the sweetest face that euer I beheld I know she is A Curtezane by her attire now would I giue a hundred Of the Iewes Crownes that I had such a Concubine Well I haue deliuer'd the challenge in such sort As meet they will and fighting dye braue sport Exit Enter Mathias Math. This is the place now Abigall shall see Whether Mathias holds her deare or no Enter Lodow reading Math. What dares the villain write in such base terms Lod. I did it and reuenge it if thou dar'st Fight Enter Barabas aboue Bar. Oh brauely fought and yet they thrust not home Now Lodowicke now Mathias so So now they haue shew'd themselues to be tall fellowes Within Part 'em part 'em Bar. I part 'em now they are dead Farewell farewell Exit Enter Gouernor Mater Gov. What sight is this my Lodowicke slaine These armes of mine shall be thy Sepulchre Mater Who is this my sonne Mathias slaine Gov. Oh Lodowicke hadst thou perish'd by the Turke Wretched Ferneze might haue veng'd thy death Mater Thy sonne slew mine and I 'le reuenge his death Gov. Looke Katherin looke thy sonne gaue mine these woūds Mat. O leaue to griue me I am grieu'd enough Gov. Oh that my sighs could turne to liuely breath And these my teares to blood that he might liue Mater Who made them enemies Gov. I know not and that grieues me most of all Mat. My sonne lou'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 vpon their heads Gov. Then take them vp and let them be interr'd Within one sacred monument of stone Vpon which Altar I will offer vp My daily sacrifice of sighes and teares And with my prayers pierce impartiall heauens Till they the causers of our smarts Which forc'd their hands diuide vnited hearts Come Katherina our losses equall are Then of true griefe let vs take equall share Exeunt Enter Ithimore Ith. Why was there euer 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 haue the brauest grauest secret subtil Bottle-nos'd knaue to my Master that euer Gentleman had Abig. Say knaue why rail'st vpon my father thus Ith. Oh my master has the brauest policy Abig. Wherein Ith. Why know you not Abig. Why no Ith. Know you not of Mathia Don Lodowick disaster Abig. No what was it Ith. Why the deuil inuented a challenge my Mr. writ it And I carried it first to Lodowicke and imprimis to Mathia And then they met as the story sayes In dolefull wise they ended both their dayes Abig. And was my father furtherer of their deaths Ith. Am I Ithimore Abig. Yes Ith. So sure did your father write I cary the chalenge Abig. Well Ithimore let me request thee this Goe to the new made Nunnery and inquire For any of the Fryars of St. Iaynes And say I pray them come and speake with me Ith. I pray mistris wil you answer me to one question Abig. Well sirra what is 't Ith. A very feeling one haue not the Nuns fine sport With the Fryars now and then Abig. Go to sirra sauce is this your question get ye gon Ith. I will forsooth Mistris Exit Abig. Hard-hearted Father unkind Barabas Was this the pursuit of thy policie To make me shew them fauour seuerally That by my fauour they should both be slaine Admit thou lou'dst not Lodowicke for his sinne Yet Don Mathias ne're offended thee But thou wert set vpon extreme reuenge Because the Pryor dispossest thee once And couldst not venge it but vpon his sonne Nor on his sonne but by Mathias meanes Nor on Mathias but by murdering me But I perceiue there is no loue on earth Pitty in Iewes nor piety in Turkes But here Comes cursed Ithimore with the Fryar Enter Ithimore Fryar Fry Virgo salve Ith. When ducke you Abig. Welcome graue Fryar Ithamore begon Exit Know holy Sir I am bold to sollicite thee Fry Wherein Abig. To get me be admitted for a Nun Fry Why Abigal it is not yet long since That I did labour thy admition And then thou didst not like that holy life Abig. Then were my thoughts so fraile vnconfirm'd And I was chain'd to follies of the world But now experience purchased with griefe Has made me see the difference of things My sinfull soule alas hath pac'd too long The fatall Labyrinth of misbeleefe Farre from the Sonne that giues eternall life Fry Who taught thee this Abig. The Abbasse of the house Whose zealous admonition I embrace Oh therefore Iacomi let me be one Although unworthy of that Sister-hood Fry Abigal I will but see thou change no more For that will be most heauy to thy soule Abig. That was my father's fault Fry Thy father's how Abig. Nay you shall pardon me oh Barabas Though thou deseruest hardly at my hands Yet neuer shall these lips bewray thy life Fry Come shall we goe Abig. My duty waits on you Exeunt Enter Barabas reading a letter Bar. What Abigall become a Nunne againe False and vnkinde what hast thou lost thy father And all vnknowne and vnconstrain'd of me Art thou againe got to the Nunnery Now here she writes and wils me to repent Repentance Spurca what pretendeth this I feare she knowes 't is so of my deuice In Don Mathias and Lodovicoes deaths If so 't is time that it be seene into For she that varies from me in beleefe Giues great presumption that she loues me not Or louing doth dislike of something done But who comes here Oh Ithimore come neere Come neere my loue come neere thy masters life My trusty seruant nay my second life For I haue now no hope but euen in thee And on that hope my happinesse is built When saw'st thou Abigall Ith. To day Bar. With whom Ith. A Fryar Bar. A Fryar false villaine he hath done the deed Ith. How Sir Bar. Why made mine Abigall a Nunne Ith. That 's no lye for she sent me for him Brr. Oh vnhappy day False credulous inconstant Abigall But let 'em goe And

but to my faire loue Abigall Bar. Thou know'st and heauen can witnesse it is true That I intend my daughter shall be thine Math. I Barabas or else thou wrong'st me much Bar. Oh heauen forbid I should haue such a thought Pardon me though I weepe the Gouernors sonne Will whether I will or no haue Abigall He sends her letters bracelets jewels rings Math. Does she receiue them Bar. Shee No Mathias no but sends them backe And when he comes she lockes her selfe vp fast Yet through the key hole will he talke to her While she runs to the window looking out When you should come and hale him from the doore Math. Oh treacherous Lodowicke Bar. Even now as I came home he slipt me in And I am sure he is with Abigall Math. I 'le rouze him thence Bar. Not for all Malta therefore sheath your sword If you loue me no quarrels in my house But steale you in and seeme to see him not I 'le giue him such a warning e're he goes As he shall haue small hopes of Abigall Away for here they come Enter Lodowicke Abigall Math. What hand in hand I cannot suffer this Bar. Mathias as thou lou'st me not a word Math. Well let it passe another time shall serue Exit Lod. Barabas is not that the widowes sonne Bar. I and take heed for he hath sworne your death Lod. My death what is the base borne peasant mad Bar No no but happily he stands in feare Of that which you I thinke ne're dreame vpon My daughter here a paltry silly girle Lod. Why loues she Don Mathias Bar. Doth she not with her smiling answer you Abig. He has my heart I smile against my will Lod. Barabas thou know'st I haue lou'd thy daughter long Bar. And so has she done you euen from a child Lod. And now I can no longer hold my minde Bar. Nor I the affection that I beare to you Lod. This is thy Diamond tell me shall I haue it Bar. Win it and weare it it is yet vnsoyl'd Oh but I know your Lordship wud disdaine To marry with the daughter of a Iew And yet I 'le giue her many a golden crosse With Christian posies round about the ring Lod. 'T is not thy wealth but her that I esteeme Yet craue I thy consent Bar. And mine you haue yet let me talke to her This off-spring of Cain this Iebusite That neuer tasted of the Passeouer Nor e're shall see the land of Canaan Nor our Messias that is yet to come aside This gentle Magot Lodowicke I meane Must be deluded let him haue thy hand But keepe thy heart till Don Mathias comes Abig. What shall I be betroth'd to Lodowicke Bar. It 's no sinne to deceiue a Christian For they them selues hold it a principle Faith is not to be held with Heretickes But all are Hereticks that are not Iewes This followes well and therefore daughter feare not I haue intreated her and she will grant Lod. Then gentle Abigal plight thy faith to me Abig. I cannot chuse seeing my father bids Nothing but death shall part my loue and me Lod. Now haue I that for which my soule hath long'd Bar. So haue not I but yet I hope I shall aside Abig. Oh wretched Abigal what hast thee done Lod. Why on the sudden is your colour chang'd Abig. I know not but farewell I must be gone Bar. Stay her but let her not speake one word more Lod. Mute a the sudden here 's a sudden change Bar. Oh muse not at it 't is the Hebrewes guize That maidens new betroth'd should weepe a while Trouble her not sweet Lodowicke depart Shee is thy wife and thou shalt be mine heire Lod. Oh is 't the custome then I am resolu'd But rather let the brightsome heauens be dim And Natures beauty choake with stifeling clouds Then my faire Abigal should frowne on me There comes the villaine now I 'le be reueng'd Enter Mathias Bar. Be quiet Lodowicke it is enough That I haue made thee sure to Abigal Lod. Well let him goe Exit Bar. Well but for me as you went in at dores You had bin stab'd but not a word on 't now Here must no speeches passe nor swords be drawne Math. Suffer me Barabas but to follow him Bar. No so shall I if any hurt be done Be made an accessary of your deeds Reuenge it on him when you meet him next Math. For this I 'le haue his heart Bar. Doe so loe here I giue thee Abigall Math. What greater gift can poore Mathias haue Shall Lodowicke rob me of so faire a loue My life is not so deare as Abigall Bar. My heart misgiues me that to crosse your loue Hee 's with your mother therefore after him Math. What is he gone vnto my mother Bar. Nay if you will stay till she comes her selfe Math. I cannot stay for if my mother come Shee 'll dye with griefe Exit Abig. I cannot take my leaue of him for teares Father why haue you thus incenst them both Bar. What 's that to thee Abig. I 'le make 'em friends againe Bar. You 'll make 'em friends are there not Iewes Enow in Malta But thou must dote vpon a Christian Abig. I will haue Don Mathias he is my loue Bar. Yes you shall haue him Goe put her in Ith. I I 'le put her in Bar. Now tell me Ithimore how lik'st thou this Ith. Faith Master I thinke by this You purchase both their liues is it not so Bar. True and it shall be cunningly perform'd Ith. Oh master that I might haue a hand in this Bar. I so thou shalt 't is thou must doe the deed Take this and beare it to Mathias streight And tell him that it comes from Lodowicke Ith. 'T is poyson'd is it not Bar. No no and yet it might be done that way It is a challenge feign'd from Lodowicke Ith. Feare not I 'le so set his heart a fire that he Shall verily thinke it comes from him Bar. I cannot choose but like thy readinesse Yet be not rash but doe it cunningly Ith. As I behaue my selfe in this imploy me hereafter Bar. Away then Exit So now will I goe in to Lodowicke And like a cunning spirit feigne some lye Till I haue set 'em both at enmitie Exit Actus Tertius Enter a Curtezane SInce this Towne was besieg'd my gaine growes cold The time has bin that but for one bare night A hundred Duckets haue bin freely giuen But now against my will I must be chast And yet I know my beauty doth not faile From Venice Merchants and from Padua Were wont to come rare witted Gentlemen Schollers I meane learned and liberall And now saue Pilia-borza comes there none And he is very seldome from my house And here he comes Enter Pilia-borza Pilia. Hold thee wench there 's something for thee to spend Curt. 'T is siluer I disdaine it Pilia. I but the Iew has gold And I will haue it or it shall goe hard Curt. Tell me