Act III.
Footnotes
Enter BELLAMIRA. 91
BELLAMIRA. Since this town was besieg'd, my gain grows cold:
The time has been, that but for one bare night
A hundred ducats have been freely given;
But now against my will I must be chaste:
And yet I know my beauty doth not fail.
]From Venice merchants, and from Padua
Were wont to come rare-witted gentlemen,
Scholars I mean, learned and liberal;
And now, save Pilia-Borza, comes there none,
And he is very seldom from my house;
And here he comes.
Enter PILIA-BORZA.
PILIA-BORZA.
Hold thee, wench, there's something for thee to spend.
[Shewing a bag of silver.]
BELLAMIRA. 'Tis silver; I disdain it.
PILIA-BORZA. Ay, but the Jew has gold,
And I will have it, or it shall go hard.
BELLAMIRA. Tell me, how cam'st thou by this?
PILIA-BORZA. Faith, walking the back-lanes, through the gardens,
I chanced to cast mine eye up to the Jew's counting-house, where
I saw some bags of money, and in the night I clambered up with
my hooks; and, as I was taking my choice, I heard a rumbling in
the house; so I took only this, and run my way.—But here's the
Jew's man.
BELLAMIRA. Hide the bag.
Enter ITHAMORE.
PILIA-BORZA. Look not towards him, let's away. Zoons, what a
looking thou keepest! thou'lt betray's anon.
[Exeunt BELLAMIRA and PILIA-BORZA.]
ITHAMORE. O, the sweetest face that ever I beheld! I know she
is a courtezan by her attire: now would I give a hundred of
the Jew's crowns that I had such a concubine.
Well, I have deliver'd the challenge in such sort,
As meet they will, and fighting die,—brave sport!
[Exit.]
Enter MATHIAS.
MATHIAS. This is the place: 92 now Abigail shall see
Whether Mathias holds her dear or no.
Enter LODOWICK.
What, dares the villain write in such base terms?
[Looking at a letter.]
LODOWICK. I did it; and revenge it, if thou dar'st!
[They fight.]
Enter BARABAS above.
BARABAS. O, bravely fought! and yet they thrust not home.
Now, Lodovico! 93 now, Mathias!—So;
[Both fall.]
So, now they have shew'd themselves to be tall 94 fellows.
[Cries within] Part 'em, part 'em!
BARABAS. Ay, part 'em now they are dead. Farewell, farewell!
[Exit above.]
Enter FERNEZE, KATHARINE, and ATTENDANTS.
FERNEZE. What sight is this! 95 my Lodovico 96 slain!
These arms of mine shall be thy sepulchre. 97
KATHARINE. Who is this? my son Mathias slain!
FERNEZE. O Lodowick, hadst thou perish'd by the Turk,
Wretched Ferneze might have veng'd thy death!
KATHARINE. Thy son slew mine, and I'll revenge his death.
FERNEZE. Look, Katharine, look! thy son gave mine these wounds.
KATHARINE. O, leave to grieve me! I am griev'd enough.
FERNEZE. O, that my sighs could turn to lively breath,
And these my tears to blood, that he might live!
KATHARINE. Who made them enemies?
FERNEZE. I know not; and that grieves me most of all.
KATHARINE. My son lov'd thine.
FERNEZE. And so did Lodowick him.
KATHARINE. Lend me that weapon that did kill my son,
And it shall murder me.
FERNEZE. Nay, madam, stay; that weapon was my son's,
And on that rather should Ferneze die.
KATHARINE. Hold; let's inquire the causers of their deaths,
That we may venge their blood upon their heads.
FERNEZE. Then take them up, and let them be interr'd
Within one sacred monument of stone;
Upon which altar I will offer up
My daily sacrifice of sighs and tears,
And with my prayers pierce impartial heavens,
Till they [reveal] the causers of our smarts,
Which forc'd their hands divide united hearts.
Come, Katharine; 98 our losses equal are;
Then of true grief let us take equal share.
[Exeunt with the bodies.]
Enter ITHAMORE. 99
ITHAMORE. Why, was there ever seen such villany,
So neatly plotted, and so well perform'd?
Both held in hand, 100 and flatly both beguil'd?
Enter ABIGAIL.
ABIGAIL. Why, how now, Ithamore! why laugh'st thou so?
ITHAMORE. O mistress! ha, ha, ha!
ABIGAIL. Why, what ail'st thou?
ITHAMORE. O, my master!
ABIGAIL. Ha!
ITHAMORE. O mistress, I have the bravest, gravest, secret,
subtle, bottle-nosed 101 knave to my master, that ever
gentleman had!
ABIGAIL. Say, knave, why rail'st upon my father thus?
ITHAMORE. O, my master has the bravest policy!
ABIGAIL. Wherein?
ITHAMORE. Why, know you not?
ABIGAIL. Why, no.
ITHAMORE.
Know you not of Mathia[s'] and Don Lodowick['s] disaster?
ABIGAIL. No: what was it?
ITHAMORE. Why, the devil inverted a challenge, my master
writ it, and I carried it, first to Lodowick, and imprimis
to Mathia[s];
And then they met, [and], as the story says,
In doleful wise they ended both their days.
ABIGAIL. And was my father furtherer of their deaths?
ITHAMORE. Am I Ithamore?
ABIGAIL. Yes.
ITHAMORE.
So sure did your father write, and I carry the challenge.
ABIGAIL. Well, Ithamore, let me request thee this;
Go to the new-made nunnery, and inquire
For any of the friars of Saint Jaques, 102
And say, I pray them come and speak with me.
ITHAMORE. I pray, mistress, will you answer me to one question?
ABIGAIL. Well, sirrah, what is't?
ITHAMORE. A very feeling one: have not the nuns fine sport with
the friars now and then?
ABIGAIL. Go to, Sirrah Sauce! is this your question? get ye gone.
ITHAMORE. I will, forsooth, mistress.
[Exit.]
ABIGAIL. Hard-hearted father, unkind Barabas!
Was this the pursuit of thy policy,
To make me shew them favour severally,
That by my favour they should both be slain?
Admit thou lov'dst not Lodowick for his sire, 103
Yet Don Mathias ne'er offended thee:
But thou wert set upon extreme revenge,
Because the prior dispossess'd thee once,
And couldst not venge it but upon his son;
Nor on his son but by Mathias' means;
Nor on Mathias but by murdering me:
But I perceive there is no love on earth,
Pity in Jews, nor piety in Turks.—
But here comes cursed Ithamore with the friar.
Re-enter ITHAMORE with FRIAR JACOMO.
FRIAR JACOMO. Virgo, salve.
ITHAMORE. When duck you?
ABIGAIL. Welcome, grave friar.—Ithamore, be gone.
[Exit ITHAMORE.]
Know, holy sir, I am bold to solicit thee.
FRIAR JACOMO. Wherein?
ABIGAIL. To get me be admitted for a nun.
FRIAR JACOMO. Why, Abigail, it is not yet long since
That I did labour thy admission,
And then thou didst not like that holy life.
ABIGAIL. Then were my thoughts so frail and unconfirm'd
As 104 I was chain'd to follies of the world:
But now experience, purchased with grief,
Has made me see the difference of things.
My sinful soul, alas, hath pac'd too long
The fatal labyrinth of misbelief,
Far from the sun that gives eternal life!
FRIAR JACOMO. Who taught thee this?
ABIGAIL. The abbess of the house,
Whose zealous admonition I embrace:
O, therefore, Jacomo, let me be one,
Although unworthy, of that sisterhood!
FRIAR JACOMO. Abigail, I will: but see thou change no more,
For that will be most heavy to thy soul.
ABIGAIL. That was my father's fault.
FRIAR JACOMO. Thy father's! how?
ABIGAIL. Nay, you shall pardon me.—O Barabas,
Though thou deservest hardly at my hands,
Yet never shall these lips bewray thy life!
[Aside.]
FRIAR JACOMO. Come, shall we go?
ABIGAIL. My duty waits on you.
[Exeunt.]
Enter BARABAS, 105 reading a letter.
BARABAS. What, Abigail become a nun again!
False and unkind! what, hast thou lost thy father?
And, all unknown and unconstrain'd of me,
Art thou again got to the nunnery?
Now here she writes, and wills me to repent:
Repentance! Spurca! what pretendeth 106 this?
I fear she knows—'tis so—of my device
In Don Mathias' and Lodovico's deaths:
If so, 'tis time that it be seen into;
For she that varies from me in belief,
Gives great presumption that she loves me not,
Or, loving, doth dislike of something done.—
But who comes here?
Enter ITHAMORE.
O Ithamore, come near;
Come near, my love; come near, thy master's life,
My trusty servant, nay, my second self; 107
For I have now no hope but even in thee,
And on that hope my happiness is built.
When saw'st thou Abigail?
ITHAMORE. To-day.
BARABAS. With whom?
ITHAMORE. A friar.
BARABAS. A friar! false villain, he hath done the deed.
ITHAMORE. How, sir!
BARABAS. Why, made mine Abigail a nun.
ITHAMORE. That's no lie; for she sent me for him.
BARABAS. O unhappy day!
False, credulous, inconstant Abigail!
But let 'em go: and, Ithamore, from hence
Ne'er shall she grieve me more with her disgrace;
Ne'er shall she live to inherit aught of mine,
Be bless'd of me, nor come within my gates,
But perish underneath my bitter curse,
Like Cain by Adam for his brother's death.
ITHAMORE. O master—
BARABAS. Ithamore, entreat not for her; I am mov'd,
And she is hateful to my soul and me:
And, 'less 108 thou yield to this that I entreat,
I cannot think but that thou hat'st my life.
ITHAMORE. Who, I, master? why, I'll run to some rock,
And throw myself headlong into the sea;
Why, I'll do any thing for your sweet sake.
BARABAS. O trusty Ithamore! no servant, but my friend!
I here adopt thee for mine only heir:
All that I have is thine when I am dead;
And, whilst I live, use half; spend as myself;
Here, take my keys,—I'll give 'em thee anon;
Go buy thee garments; but thou shalt not want:
Only know this, that thus thou art to do—
But first go fetch me in the pot of rice
That for our supper stands upon the fire.
ITHAMORE. I hold my head, my master's hungry [Aside].—I go, sir.
[Exit.]
BARABAS. Thus every villain ambles after wealth,
Although he ne'er be richer than in hope:—
But, husht!
Re-enter ITHAMORE with the pot.
ITHAMORE. Here 'tis, master.
BARABAS. Well said, 109 Ithamore! What, hast thou brought
The ladle with thee too?
ITHAMORE. Yes, sir; the proverb says, 110 he that eats with the
devil had need of a long spoon; I have brought you a ladle.
BARABAS. Very well, Ithamore; then now be secret;
And, for thy sake, whom I so dearly love,
Now shalt thou see the death of Abigail,
That thou mayst freely live to be my heir.
ITHAMORE. Why, master, will you poison her with a mess of rice-
porridge? that will preserve life, make her round and plump, and
batten 111 more than you are aware.
BARABAS. Ay, but, Ithamore, seest thou this?
It is a precious powder that I bought
Of an Italian, in Ancona, once,
Whose operation is to bind, infect,
And poison deeply, yet not appear
In forty hours after it is ta'en.
ITHAMORE. How, master?
BARABAS. Thus, Ithamore:
This even they use in Malta here,—'tis call'd
Saint Jaques' Even,—and then, I say, they use
To send their alms unto the nunneries:
Among the rest, bear this, and set it there:
There's a dark entry where they take it in,
Where they must neither see the messenger,
Nor make inquiry who hath sent it them.
ITHAMORE. How so?
BARABAS. Belike there is some ceremony in't.
There, Ithamore, must thou go place this pot: 112
Stay; let me spice it first.
ITHAMORE. Pray, do, and let me help you, master.
Pray, let me taste first.
BARABAS. Prithee, do.[ITHAMORE tastes.] What say'st thou now?
ITHAMORE. Troth, master, I'm loath such a pot of pottage should
be spoiled.
BARABAS. Peace, Ithamore! 'tis better so than spar'd.
[Puts the powder into the pot.]
Assure thyself thou shalt have broth by the eye: 113
My purse, my coffer, and myself is thine.
ITHAMORE. Well, master, I go.
BARABAS. Stay; first let me stir it, Ithamore.
As fatal be it to her as the draught
Of which great Alexander drunk, and died;
And with her let it work like Borgia's wine,
Whereof his sire the Pope was poisoned!
In few, 114 the blood of Hydra, Lerna's bane,
The juice of hebon, 115 and Cocytus' breath,
And all the poisons of the Stygian pool,
Break from the fiery kingdom, and in this
Vomit your venom, and envenom her
That, like a fiend, hath left her father thus!
ITHAMORE. What a blessing has he given't! was ever pot of
rice-porridge so sauced? [Aside].—What shall I do with it?
BARABAS. O my sweet Ithamore, go set it down;
And come again so soon as thou hast done,
For I have other business for thee.
ITHAMORE. Here's a drench to poison a whole stable of Flanders
mares: I'll carry't to the nuns with a powder.
BARABAS. And the horse-pestilence to boot: away!
ITHAMORE. I am gone:
Pay me my wages, for my work is done.
[Exit with the pot.]
BARABAS. I'll pay thee with a vengeance, Ithamore!
[Exit.]
Enter FERNEZE, 116 MARTIN DEL BOSCO, KNIGHTS, and BASSO.
FERNEZE. Welcome, great basso: 117 how fares Calymath?
What wind drives you thus into Malta-road?
BASSO. The wind that bloweth all the world besides,
Desire of gold.
FERNEZE. Desire of gold, great sir!
That's to be gotten in the Western Inde:
In Malta are no golden minerals.
BASSO. To you of Malta thus saith Calymath:
The time you took for respite is at hand
For the performance of your promise pass'd;
And for the tribute-money I am sent.
FERNEZE. Basso, in brief, shalt have no tribute here,
Nor shall the heathens live upon our spoil:
First will we raze the city-walls ourselves,
Lay waste the island, hew the temples down,
And, shipping off our goods to Sicily,
Open an entrance for the wasteful sea,
Whose billows, beating the resistless banks, 118
Shall overflow it with their refluence.
BASSO. Well, governor, since thou hast broke the league
By flat denial of the promis'd tribute,
Talk not of razing down your city-walls;
You shall not need trouble yourselves so far,
For Selim Calymath shall come himself,
And with brass bullets batter down your towers,
And turn proud Malta to a wilderness,
For these intolerable wrongs of yours:
And so, farewell.
FERNEZE. Farewell.
[Exit BASSO.]
And now, you men of Malta, look about,
And let's provide to welcome Calymath:
Close your port-cullis, charge your basilisks, 119
And, as you profitably take up arms,
So now courageously encounter them,
For by this answer broken is the league,
And naught is to be look'd for now but wars,
And naught to us more welcome is than wars.
[Exeunt.]
Enter FRIAR JACOMO 120 and FRIAR BARNARDINE.
FRIAR JACOMO. O brother, brother, all the nuns are sick,
And physic will not help them! they must die.
FRIAR BARNARDINE. The abbess sent for me to be confess'd:
O, what a sad confession will there be!
FRIAR JACOMO. And so did fair Maria send for me:
I'll to her lodging; hereabouts she lies.
[Exit.]
Enter ABIGAIL.
FRIAR BARNARDINE. What, all dead, save only Abigail!
ABIGAIL. And I shall die too, for I feel death coming.
Where is the friar that convers'd with me? 121
FRIAR BARNARDINE. O, he is gone to see the other nuns.
ABIGAIL. I sent for him; but, seeing you are come,
Be you my ghostly father: and first know,
That in this house I liv'd religiously,
Chaste, and devout, much sorrowing for my sins;
But, ere I came—
FRIAR BARNARDINE. What then?
ABIGAIL. I did offend high heaven so grievously
As I am almost desperate for my sins;
And one offense torments me more than all.
You knew Mathias and Don Lodowick?
FRIAR BARNARDINE. Yes; what of them?
ABIGAIL. My father did contract me to 'em both;
First to Don Lodowick: him I never lov'd;
Mathias was the man that I held dear,
And for his sake did I become a nun.
FRIAR BARNARDINE. So: say how was their end?
ABIGAIL. Both, jealous of my love, envied 122 each other;
And by my father's practice, 123 which is there
[Gives writing.]
Set down at large, the gallants were both slain.
FRIAR BARNARDINE. O, monstrous villany!
ABIGAIL. To work my peace, this I confess to thee:
Reveal it not; for then my father dies.
FRIAR BARNARDINE. Know that confession must not be reveal'd;
The canon-law forbids it, and the priest
That makes it known, being degraded first,
Shall be condemn'd, and then sent to the fire.
ABIGAIL. So I have heard; pray, therefore, keep it close.
Death seizeth on my heart: ah, gentle friar,
Convert my father that he may be sav'd,
And witness that I die a Christian!
[Dies.]
FRIAR BARNARDINE. Ay, and a virgin too; that grieves me most.
But I must to the Jew, and exclaim on him,
And make him stand in fear of me.
Re-enter FRIAR JACOMO.
FRIAR JACOMO. O brother, all the nuns are dead! let's bury them.
FRIAR BARNARDINE. First help to bury this; then go with me,
And help me to exclaim against the Jew.
FRIAR JACOMO. Why, what has he done?
FRIAR BARNARDINE. A thing that makes me tremble to unfold.
FRIAR JACOMO. What, has he crucified a child? 124
FRIAR BARNARDINE. No, but a worse thing: 'twas told me in shrift;
Thou know'st 'tis death, an if it be reveal'd.
Come, let's away.
[Exeunt.]
- Enter BELLAMIRA: She appears, we may suppose, in a veranda or open portico of her house (that the scene is not the interior of the house, is proved by what follows).
- Enter MATHIAS. MATHIAS. This is the place, &c.: The scene is some pert of the town, as Barabas appears "ABOVE,"--in the balcony of a house. (He stood, of course, on what was termed the upper-stage.) Old ed. thus; "Enter MATHIAS. Math. This is the place, now Abigail shall see Whether Mathias holds her deare or no. Enter Lodow. reading. Math. What, dares the villain write in such base terms? Lod. I did it, and reuenge it if thou dar'st."
- Lodovico: Old ed. "Lodowicke."--See note *, p. 158. (i.e. note 85.)
- tall: i.e. bold, brave.
- What sight is this!: i.e. What A sight is this! Our early writers often omit the article in such exclamations: compare Shakespeare's JULIUS CAESAR, act i. sc. 3, where Casca says, "Cassius, WHAT NIGHT IS THIS!" (after which words the modern editors improperly retain the interrogation-point of the first folio).
- Lodovico: Old ed. "Lodowicke."
- These arms of mine shall be thy sepulchre: So in Shakespeare's THIRD PART OF KING HENRY VI., act ii. sc. 5, the Father says to the dead Son whom he has killed in battle, "THESE ARMS OF MINE shall be thy winding-sheet; My heart, sweet boy, SHALL BE THY SEPULCHRE,"-- lines, let me add, not to be found in THE TRUE TRAGEDIE OF RICHARD DUKE OF YORKE, on which Shakespeare formed that play.
- Katharine: Old ed. "Katherina."
- Enter ITHAMORE: The scene a room in the house of Barabas.
- held in hand: i.e. kept in expectation, having their hopes flattered.
- bottle-nosed: See note †, p. 157. [i.e. note 79.]
- Jaques: Old ed. "Iaynes."
- sire: Old ed. "sinne" (which, modernised to "sin", the editors retain, among many other equally obvious errors of the old copy).
- As: Old ed. "And."
- Enter BARABAS: The scene is still within the house of Barabas; but some time is supposed to have elapsed since the preceding conference between Abigail and Friar Jacomo.
- pretendeth: Equivalent to PORTENDETH; as in our author's FIRST BOOK OF LUCAN, "And which (ay me) ever PRETENDETH ill," &c.
- self: Old ed. "life" (the compositor's eye having caught "life" in the preceding line).
- 'less: Old ed. "least."
- Well said: See note *, p. 69.
- the proverb says, &c.: A proverb as old as Chaucer's time: see the SQUIERES TALE, v. 10916, ed. Tyrwhitt.
- batten: i.e. fatten.
- pot: Old ed. "plot."
- thou shalt have broth by the eye: "Perhaps he means--thou shalt SEE how the broth that is designed for thee is made, that no mischievous ingredients enter its composition. The passage is, however, obscure." STEEVENS (apud Dodsley's O. P.).--"BY THE EYE" seems to be equivalent to--in abundance. Compare THE CREED of Piers Ploughman: "Grey grete-heded quenes With gold BY THE EIGHEN." v. 167, ed. Wright (who has no note on the expression): and Beaumont and Fletcher's KNIGHT OF THE BURNING PESTLE, act ii. sc. 2; "here's money and gold BY TH' EYE, my boy." In Fletcher's BEGGARS' BUSH, act iii. sc. 1, we find, "Come, English beer, hostess, English beer BY THE BELLY!"
- In few: i.e. in a few words, in short.
- hebon: i.e. ebony, which was formerly supposed to be a deadly poison.
- Enter FERNEZE, &c.: The scene is the interior of the Council-house.
- basso: Old ed. "Bashaws" (the printer having added an S by mistake), and in the preceding stage-direction, and in the fifth speech of this scene, "Bashaw": but in an earlier scene (see p. 148, first col.) we have "bassoes" (and see our author's TAMBURLAINE, PASSIM). (From p. 148, this play: "Enter FERNEZE governor of Malta, KNIGHTS, and OFFICERS; met by CALYMATH, and BASSOES of the TURK.")
- the resistless banks: i.e. the banks not able to resist.
- basilisks: See note ||, p. 25. (note ||, p. 25, The First Part of Tamburlaine the Great:) "basilisks: Pieces of ordnance so called. They were of immense size; see Douce's ILLUST. OF SHAKESPEARE, i. 425."
- Enter FRIAR JACOMO, &c.: Scene, the interior of the Nunnery.
- convers'd with me: She alludes to her conversation with Jacomo, p. 162, sec. col. (p. 162, second column, this play: "ABIGAIL. Welcome, grave friar.--Ithamore, be gone. Exit ITHAMORE. Know, holy sir, I am bold to solicit thee. FRIAR JACOMO. Wherein?")
- envied: i.e. hated.
- practice: i.e. artful contrivance, stratagem.
- crucified a child: A crime with which the Jews were often charged. "Tovey, in his ANGLIA JUDAICA, has given the several instances which are upon record of these charges against the Jews; which he observes they were never accused of, but at such times as the king was manifestly in great want of money." REED (apud Dodsley's O. P.).