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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So shall you imitate those you succeed: For when their hideous force environed Rhodes, Small though the number was that kept the Town, They fought it out, and not a man survived To bring the hapless news to Christendom. So will we fight it out; come, let's away: Proud-daring Calymath, instead of gold, we'll send the bullets wrapped in smoke and fire: Claim tribute where thou wilt, we are resolved, Honour is bought with blood and not with gold. This is the Marketplace, here let 'em stand: Fear not their sale, for they'll be quickly bought. Every one's price is written on his back, And so much must they yield or not be sold. Here comes the Iew, had not his goods been seized, He'd give us present money for them all. In spite of these swine-eating Christians, (Unchosen Nation, never circumcised; Such as poor villains were ne'er thought upon Till Titus and Vespasian conquered us.) Am I become as wealthy as I was: They hoped my daughter would ha' been a Nun; But she's at home, and I have bought a house As great and fair as is the Governors; And there in spite of Malta will I dwell: Having Ferneze's hand, whose heart I'll have; ay, and his sons too, or it shall go hard. I am not of the Tribe of Levy, ay, That can so soon forget an injury. We Jews can fawn like Spaniels when we please; And when we grin we bite, yet are our looks As innocent and harmless as a lamb's. I learned in Florence how to kiss my hand, Heave up my shoulders when they call me dog, And duck as low as any barefoot Friar, Hoping to see them starve upon a stall, Or else be gathered for in our Synagogue; That when the offering-basin comes to me, Even for charity I may spit into't. Here comes Don Lodowick the Governor's son, One that I love for his good father's sake. I hear the wealthy Iew walked this way; I'll seek him out, and so insinuate, That I may have a sight of Abigal; For Don Mathias tells me she is fair. Now will I show myself to have more of the Serpent Then the Dove; that is, more knave than fool. Yond walks the Iew, now for fair Abigal. ay, ay, no doubt but she's at your command. Barabas, thou know'st I am the governor's son. I would you were his father too, Sir, that's all the harm I wish you: the slave looks like a hog's cheek new singed. Whither walk'st thou Barabas? No further: 'tis a custom held with us, That when we speak with Gentiles like to you, We turn into the Air to purge ourselves: For unto us the Promise doth belong. Well, Barabas, canst help me to a Diamond?
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So shall you imitate those you succeed: For when their hideous force inuiron'd Rhodes, Small though the number was that kept the Towne, They fought it out, and not a man uruiu'd To bring the haplesse newes to Christendome. So will we fight it out; come, let's away: Proud-daring Calymath, instead of gold, Wee'll send the bullets wrapt in smoake and fire: Claime tribute where thou wilt, we are resolu'd, Honor is bought with bloud and not with gold. This is the Market-place, here let 'em stand: Feare not their sale, for they'll be quickly bought. Euery ones price is written on his backe, And so much must they yeeld or not be sold. Here comes the Iew, had not his goods bin seiz'd, He'de giue vs present mony for them all. In spite of these swine-eating Christians, (Vnchosen Nation, neuer circumciz'd; Such as poore villaines were ne're thought vpon Till Titus and Vespasian conquer'd vs.) Am I become as wealthy as I was: They hop'd my daughter would ha bin a Nun; But she's at home, and I haue bought a house As great and faire as is the Gouernors; And there in spite of Malta will I dwell: Hauing Fernezes hand, whose heart I'le haue; I, and his sonnes too, or it shall goe hard. I am not of the Tribe of Levy, I, That can so soone forget an iniury. We Iewes can fawne like Spaniels when we please; And when we grin we bite, yet are our lookes As innocent aud harmelesse as a Lambes. I learn'd in Florence how to kisse my hand, Heave vp my shoulders when they call me dogge, And ducke as low as any bare-foot Fryar, Hoping to see them starue vpon a stall, Or else be gather'd for in our Synagogue; That when the offering-Bason comes to me, Euen for charity I may spit intoo't. Here comes Don Lodowick the Gouernor's sonne, One that I loue for his good fathers sake. I heare the wealthy Iew walked this way; I'le seeke him out, and so insinuate, That I may haue a sight of Abigall; For Don Mathias tels me she is faire. Now will I shew my selfe to haue more of the Serpent Then the Doue; that is, more knaue than foole. Yond walks the Iew, now for faire Abigall. I, I, no doubt but shee's at your command. Barabas, thou know'st I am the Gouernors sonne. I wud you were his father too, Sir, that's al the harm I wish you: the slaue looks like a hogs cheek new findg'd. Whither walk'st thou Barabas? No further: 'tis a custome held with vs, That when we speake with Gentiles like to you, We turne into the Ayre to purge our selues: For vnto vs the Promise doth belong. Well, Barabas, canst helpe me to a Diamond?