Marlowe, Christopher · published 1633 · first performed or written 1589 [c.1589-1590] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown · before the Court unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 475 words
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Out wretched Barabas, sham'st thou not thus To justify thyself, as if we knew not Thy profession? If thou rely upon thy righteousness, Be patient and thy riches will increase. Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness: And covetousness, oh 'tis a monstrous sin. ay, but theft is worse: tush, take not from me then, For that is theft; and if you rob me thus, I must be forced to steal and compass more. Grave Governors, list not to his exclaims: Convert his mansion to a Nunnery, His house will harbour many holy Nuns. It shall be so: now Officers have you done? ay, my Lord, we have seized upon the goods And wares of Barabas, which being valued Amount to more than all the wealth in Malta. And of the other we have seized half. Then we'll take order for the residue. Well then my Lord, say, are you satisfied? You have my goods, my money, and my wealth, My ships, my store, and all that I enjoyed; And having all, you can request no more; Unless your unrelenting flinty hearts Suppress all pity in your stony breasts, And now shall move you to bereave my life. No, Barabas, to stain our hands with blood Is far from us and our profession. Why I esteem the injury far less, To take the lives of miserable men, Then be the causers of their misery, You have my wealth the labour of my life, The comfort of mine age, my children's hope, And therefore ne'er distinguish of the wrong. Content thee, Barabas, thou hast nought but right. Your extreme right does me exceeding wrong: But take it to you i'th' devil's name. Come, let us in, and gather of these goods The money for this tribute of the Turk. 'Tis necessary that be looked unto: For if we break our day, we break the league, And that will prove but simple policy. ay, policy? that's their profession, And not simplicity, as they suggest. The plagues of Egypt, and the curse of heaven, Earth's barrenness, and all men's hatred Inflict upon them, thou great Primas Motor. And here upon my knees, striking the earth, I ban their souls to everlasting pains And extreme tortures of the fiery deep, That thus have dealt with me in my distress. Oh yet be patient, gentle Barabas. Oh silly brethren, borne to see this day! Why stand you thus unmoved with my laments? Why weep you not to think upon my wrongs? Why pine not I, and die in this distress? Why, Barabas, as hardly can we brook The cruel handling of ourselves in this: Thou seest they have taken halfe our goods. Why did you yield to their extortion? You were a multitude, and I but one, And of me only have they taken all. Yet brother Barabas remember Iob,
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Out wretched Barabas, sham'st thou not thus To iustifie thy selfe, as if we knew not Thy profession? If thou rely vpon thy righteousnesse, Be patient and thy riches will increase. Excesse of wealth is cause of covetousnesse: And couetousnesse, oh 'tis a monstrous sinne. I, but theft is worse: tush, take not from me then, For that is theft; and if you rob me thus, I must be forc'd to steale and compasse more. Graue Gouernors, list not to his exclames: Conuert his mansion to a Nunnery, His house will harbour many holy Nuns. It shall be so: now Officers haue you done? I, my Lord, we haue seiz'd vpon the goods And wares of Barabas, which being valued Amount to more then all the wealth in Malta. And of the other we haue seized halfe. Then wee'll take order for the residue. Well then my Lord, say, are you satisfied? You haue my goods, my mony, and my wealth, My ships, my store, and all that I enioy'd; And hauing all, you can request no more; Vnlesse your vnrelenting flinty hearts Suppresse all pitty in your stony breasts, And now shall move you to bereave my life. No, Barabas, to staine our hands with blood Is farre from vs and our profession. Why I esteeme the iniury farre lesse, To take the liues of miserable men, Then be the causers of their misery, You haue my wealth the labour of my life, The comfort of mine age, my childrens hope, And therefore ne're distinguish of the wrong. Content thee, Barabas, thou hast nought but right. Your extreme right does me exceeding wrong: But take it to you i'th deuils name. Come, let vs in, and gather of these goods The mony for this tribute of the Turke. 'Tis necessary that be look'd vnto: For if we breake our day, we breake the league, And that will proue but simple policie. I, policie? that's their profession, And not simplicity, as they suggest. The plagues of Egypt, and the curse of heauen, Earths barrennesse, and all mens hatred Inflict vpon them, thou great Primas Motor. And here vpon my knees, striking the earth, I banne their soules to everlasting paines And extreme tortures of the fiery deepe, That thus haue dealt with me in my distresse. Oh yet be patient, gentle Barabas. Oh silly brethren, borne to see this day! Why stand you thus vnmou'd with my laments? Why weepe you not to thinke vpon my wrongs? Why pine not I, and dye in this distresse? Why, Barabas, as hardly can we brooke The cruell handling of our selues in this: Thou seest they haue taken halfe our goods. Why did you yeeld to their extortion? You were a multitude, and I but one, And of me onely haue they taken all. Yet brother Barabas remember Iob,