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 · 507 words
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May all good fortune follow Calymath. And now, as entrance to our safety, To prison with the Governor and these Captains, his consorts and confederates. Oh villain, Heaven will be revenged on thee. A way, no more, let him not trouble me. Thus hast thou gotten, by thy policy, No simple place, no small authority, I now am Governor of Malta; true, But Malta hates me, and in hating me My life's in danger, and what boots it thee Poor Barabas, to be the Governor, whenas thy life shall be at their command? No, Barabas, this must be looked into; And since by wrong thou got'st Authority, Maintain it bravely by firm policy, At least unprofitably lose it not: For he that liveth in Authority, And neither gets him friends, nor fills his bags, Lives like the Ass that Aesop speaketh of, That labours with a load of bread and wine, And leaves it off to snap on Thistle tops: But Barabas will be more circumspect. Begin betimes, Occasion's bald behind, Slip not thine opportunity, for fear too late Thou seek'st for much, but canst not compass it Within here. My Lord? ay, Lord, thus slaves will learn. Now Governor stand by there, wait within, This is the reason that I sent for thee; Thou seest thy life, and Malta's happiness, Are at my Arbitrament; and Barabas At his discretion may dispose of both: Now tell me, Governor, and plainly too, What thinkst thou shall become of it and thee? This; Barabas, since things are in thy power, I see no reason but of Malta's wrack, Nor hope of thee but extreme cruelty, Nor fear I death, nor will I flatter thee. Governor, good words, be not so furious; 'Tis not thy life which can avail me aught, Yet you do live, and live for me you shall: And as for Malta's ruin, think you not 'Twere slender policy for Barabas To dispossess himself of such a place? For sith, as once you said, within this I'll In Malta here, that I have got my goods, And in this City still have had success, And now at length am grown your Governor, yourselves shall see it shall not be forgot: For as a friend not known, but in distress, I'll rear up Malta now remediless. Will Barabas recover Malta's loss? Will Barabas be good to Christians? What wilt thou give me, Governor, to procure A dissolution of the slavish Bands Wherein the Turk hath yoked your land and you? What will you give me if I render you The life of Calymath, surprise his men, And in an out house of the City shut His soldiers, till I have consumed 'em all with fire? What will you give him that procureth this? Do but bring this to pass which thou pretendest, Deal truly with us as thou intimatest, And I will send amongst the Citizens And by my letters privately procure Great sums of money for thy recompense: Nay more, do this, and live thou Governor still.
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May all good fortune follow Calymath. And now, as entrance to our safety, To prison with the Gouernour and these Captaines, his consorts and confederates. Oh villaine, Heauen will be reueng'd on thee. A way, no more, let him not trouble me. Thus hast thou gotten, by thy policie, No simple place, no small authority, I now am Gouernour of Malta; true, But Malta hates me, and in hating me My life's in danger, and what boots it thee Poore Barabas, to be the Gouernour, When as thy life shall be at their command? No, Barabas, this must be look'd into; And since by wrong thou got'st Authority, Maintaine it brauely by firme policy, At least vnprofitably lose it not: For he that liueth in Authority, And neither gets him friends, nor fils his bags, Liues like the Asse that Aesope speaketh of, That labours with a load of bread and wine, And leaues it off to snap on Thistle tops: But Barabas will be more circumspect. Begin betimes, Occasion's bald behind, Slip not thine oportunity, for feare too late Thou seek'st for much, but canst not compasse it Within here. My Lord? I, Lord, thus aues will learne Now Gouernor stand by there, wait within, This is the reason that I sent for thee; Thou seest thy life, and Malta's happinesse, Are at my Arbitrament; and Barabas At his discretion may dispose of both: Now tell me, Gouernor, and plainely too, What thinkst thou shall become of it and thee? This; Barabas, since things are in thy power, I see no reason but of Malta's wracke, Nor hope of thee but extreme cruelty, Nor feare I death, nor will I flatter thee. Gouernor, good words, be not so furious; 'Tis not thy life which can auale me ought, Yet you doe liue, and liue for me you shall: And as for Malta's ruine, thinke you no 'Twere slender policy for Barabas To dispossesse himselfe of such a place? For sith, as once you said, within this Ile In Malta here, that I haue got my goods, And in this City still haue had successe, And now at length am growne your Governor, Your selues shall see it shall not be forgot: For as a friend not knowne, but in distresse, I'le reare vp Malta now remedilesse. Will Barabas recouer Malta's losse? Will Barabas be good to Christians? What wilt thou giue me, Gouernor, to procure A dissolution of the slauish Bands Wherein the Turke hath yoak'd your land and you? What will you giue me if I render you The life of Calymath, surprize his men, And in an out house of the City shut His souldiers, till I haue consum'd 'em all with fire? What will you giue him that procureth this? Doe but bring this to passe which thou pretendest, Deale truly with vs as thou intimatest, And I will send amongst the Citizens And by my letters priuately procure Great summes of mony for thy recompence: Nay more, doe this, and liue thou Gouernor still.