Marlowe, Christopher · published 1633 · first performed or written 1589 [c.1589-1590] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown · before the Court unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 505 words
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This sudden death of his is very strange. Wonder not at it, Sir, the heavens are just: Their deaths were like their lives, then think not of 'em Since they are dead, let them be buried. For the Jews body, throw that o'er the walls, To be a prey for Vultures and wild beasts. So, now away and fortify the Town. What, all alone? well fare sleepy drink. I'll be revenged on this accursed Town; For by my means Calymath shall enter in. I'll help to slay their children and their wives, To fire the Churches, pull their houses down, Take my goods too, and seize upon my lands: I hope to see the Governor a slave, And, rowing in a Galley, whipped to death. Whom have we there, a spy? Yes, my good Lord, one that can spy a place Where you may enter, and surprise the Town: My name is Barabas; I am a Iew. Art thou that Iew whose goods we heard were sold For Tribute-money? The very same, my Lord: And since that time they have hired a slave my man To accuse me of a thousand villainies: I was imprisoned, but scaped their hands. Didst break prison? No, no: I drank of Poppy and cold mandrake juice; And being asleep, belike they thought me dead, And threw me o'er the walls so, or how else, The Iew is here, and rests at your command. 'Twas bravely done: but tell me, Barabas, Canst thou, as thou reportest, make Malta ours? Fear not, my Lord, for here against the Truce, The rock is hollow, and of purpose digged, To make a passage for the running streams And common channels of the City. Now whilst you give assault unto the walls, I'll lead 500 soldiers through the Vault, And rise with them i'th' middle of the Town, Open the gates for you to enter in, And by this means the City is your own. If this be true, I'll make thee Governor. And if it be not true, then let me die. Thou'st doomed thyself, assault it presently. Now veil your pride you captive Christians, And kneel for mercy to your conquering foe: Now where's the hope you had of haughty Spain? Ferneze, speak, had it not been much better To kept thy promise then be thus surprised? What should I say, we are captives and must yield. ay, villains, you must yield, and under Turkish yokes Shall groaning bear the burden of our ire; And Barabas, as erst we promised thee, For thy desert we make the Governor, Use them at thy discretion. Thanks, my Lord. Oh fatal day to fall into the hands Of such a Traitor and unhallowed Iew! What greater misery could heaven inflict? 'Tis our command: and Barabas, we give To guard thy person, these our janissaries: Entreat them well, as we have used thee. And now, brave bashaws, come, we'll walk about The ruined Town, and see the wrack we made: Farewell brave Iew, farewell great Barabas.
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This sudden death of his is very strange. Wonder not at it, Sir, the heauens are iust Their deaths were like their liues, then think not of 'em Since they are dead, let them be buried. For the Iewes body, throw that o're the wals, To be a prey for Vultures and wild beasts. So, now away and fortifie the Towne. What, all alone? well fare sleepy drinke. I'le be reueng'd on this accursed Towne; For by my meanes Calymath shall enter in. I'le helpe to slay their children and their wiues, To fire the Churches, pull their houses downe, Take my goods too, and seize vpon my lands: I hope to see the Gouernour a slaue, And, rowing in a Gally, whipt to death. Whom haue we there, a spy? Yes, my good Lord, one that can spy a place Where you may enter, and surprize the Towne: My name is Barabas; I am a Iew. Art thou that Iew whose goods we heard were sold For Tribute-mony? The very same, my Lord: And since that time they haue hir'd a slaue my man To accuse me of a thousand villanies: I was imprison'd, but scap'd their hands. Didst breake prison? No, no: I dranke of Poppy and cold mandrake juyce; And being asleepe, belike they thought me dead, And threw me o're the wals so, or how else, The Iew is here, and rests at your command. 'Twas brauely done: but tell me, Barabas, Canst thou, as thou reportest, make Malta ours? Feare not, my Lord, for here against the Truce, The rocke is hollow, and of purpose digg'd, To make a passage for the running streames And common channels of the City. Now whilst you giue assault vnto the wals, I'le lead 500 souldiers through the Vault, And rise with them i'th middle of the Towne, Open the gates for you to enter in, And by this meanes the City is your owne. If this be true, I'le make thee Gouernor. And if it be not true, then let me dye. Thou'st doom'd thy selfe, assault it presently. Now vaile your pride you captiue Christians, And kneele for mercy to your conquering foe: Now where's the hope you had of haughty Spaine? Ferneze, speake, had it not beene much better To kept thy promise then be thus surpriz'd? What should I say, we are captiues and must yeeld. I, villains, you must yeeld, and vnder Turkish yokes Shall groning beare the burthen of our ire; And Barabas, as erst we promis'd thee, For thy desert we make the Gouernor, Vse them at thy discretion. Thankes, my Lord. Oh fatall day to fall into the hands Of such a Traitor and vnhallowed Iew! What greater misery could heauen inflict? 'Tis our command: and Barabas, we giue To guard thy person, these our Ianizaries: Intreat them well, as we haue vsed thee. And now, braue Bashawes, come, wee'll walke about The ruin'd Towne, and see the wracke we made: Farewell braue Iew, farewell great Barabas.