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 · 506 words
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Well, tell the Governor we grant his suit, we'll in this Summer Evening feast with him. I shall, my Lord, And now, bold bashaws, let us to our Tents, And meditate how we may grace us best To solemnize our Governors great feast. In this, my Countrymen, be ruled by me, Have special care that no man sally forth Till you shall hear a Culverin discharged By him that bears the Linstock, kindled thus; Then issue out and come to rescue me, For happily I shall be in distress, Or you released of this servitude. Rather then thus to live as Turkish thralls, What will we not adventure? On then, begone. Farewell grave Governor. How stand the cords? How hang these hinges, fast? Are all the Cranes and Pulleys sure? All fast. Leave nothing lose, all leveled to my mind. Why now I see that you have Art indeed. There, Carpenters, divide that gold amongst you: Go swill in bowls of Sack and Muscadine: Down to the Cellar, taste of all my wines. We shall, my Lord, and thank you: And if you like them, drink your fill and die: For so I live, perish may all the world. Now Selim-Calymath return me word That thou wilt come, and I am satisfied. Now sirrah, what, will he come? He will; and has commanded all his men To come ashore, and march through Malta streets, That thou mayst feast them in thy Citadel. Then now are all things as my wish would have 'em, There wanteth nothing but the governor's pelf, And see he brings it: Now, Governor, the sum. With free consent a hundred thousand pounds. Pounds sayst thou, Governor, well since it is no more I'll satisfy myself with that; nay, keep it still, For if I keep not promise, trust not me. And Governor, now partake my policy: First for his Army, they are sent before, Entered the Monastery, and underneath In several places are field-pieces pitched, Bombards, whole Barrels full of Gunpowder, That on the sudden shall dissever it, And batter all the stones about their ears, Whence none can possibly escape alive: Now as for Calymath and his consorts, Here have I made a dainty Gallery, The floor whereof, this Cable being cut, Doth fall asunder; so that it doth sink Into a deep pit past recovery. Here, hold that knife, and when thou seest he comes, And with his bashaws shall be blithely set, A warning-piece shall be shot off from the Tower, To give thee knowledge when to cut the cord, And fire the house; say, will not this be brave? Oh excellent! here, hold thee, Barabas, I trust thy word, take what I promised thee. No, Governor, I'll satisfy thee first, Thou shalt not live in doubt of any thing. Stand close, for here they come: why, is not this A kingly kind of trade to purchase Towns By treachery, and sell 'em by deceit? Now tell me, worldlings, underneath the sum, If greater falsehood ever has been done.
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Well, tell the Gouernor we grant his suit, Wee'll in this Summer Euening feast with him. I shall, my Lord, And now, bold Bashawes, let vs to our Tents, And meditate how we may grace vs best To solemnize our Gouernors great feast. In this, my Countrimen, be rul'd by me, Haue speciall care that no man sally forth Till you shall heare a Culuerin discharg'd By him that beares the Linstocke, kindled thus; Then issue out and come to rescue me, For happily I shall be in distresse, Or you released of this seruitude. Rather then thus to liue as Turkish thrals, What will we not aduenture? On then, begone. Farewell graue Gouernor. How stand the cords? How hang these hinges, fast? Are all the Cranes and Pulleyes sure? All fast. Leaue nothing loose, all leueld to my mind. Why now I see that you haue Art indeed. There, Carpenters, diuide that gold amongst you: Goe swill in bowles of Sacke and Muscadine: Downe to the Cellr, taste of all my wines. We shall, my Lord, and thanke you: And if you like them, drinke your fill and dye: For so I liue, perish may all the world. Now Selim-Calymath returne me word That thou wilt come, and I am satisfied. Now sirra, what, will he come? He will; and has commanded all his men To come ashore, and march through Malta streets, That thou maist feast them in thy Citadell. Then now are all things as my wish wud haue 'em, There wanteth nothing but the Gouernors pelfe, And see he brings it: Now, Gouernor, the summe. With free consent a hundred thousand pounds. Pounds saist thou, Goueror, wel since it is no more I'le satisfie my selfe with that; nay, keepe it still, For if I keepe not promise, trust not me. And Gouernour, now partake my policy: First for his Army, they are sent before, Enter'd the Monastery, and vnderneath In seuerall places are field-pieces pitch'd, Bombards, whole Barrels full of Gunpowder, That on the sudden shall disseuer it, And batter all the stones about their eares, Whence none can possibly escape aliue: Now as for Calymath and his consorts, Here haue I made a dainty Gallery, The floore whereof, this Cable being cut, Doth fall asunder; so that it doth sinke Into a deepe pit past recouery. Here, hold that knife, and when thou seest he comes, And with his Bashawes shall be blithely set, A warning-peece shall be shot off from the Tower, To giue thee knowledge when to cut the cord, And fire the house; say, will not this be braue? Oh excellent! here, hold thee, Barabas, I trust thy word, take what I promis'd thee. No, Gouernor, I'le satisfie thee first, Thou shalt not liue in doubt of any thing. Stand close, for here they come: why, is not this A kingly kinde of trade to purchase Townes By treachery, and sell 'em by deceit? Now tell me, worldlings, vnderneath the summe, If greater falshood euer hs bin done.