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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

The Jew of Malta

Act: 2 Scene: 3

In good time, father, here are letters come

From Ormus, and the Post stayes here within.

For your sake and his own he's welcome hither.

O father, Don Mathias is my love.

He has my heart, I smile against my will.

What, shall I be betroth'd to Lodowicke?

I cannot chuse, seeing my father bids:—

[Aside.]

Nothing but death shall part my love and me.

Oh wretched Abigal, what hast thou done?

I know not, but farewell, I must be gone.

I cannot take my leave of him for teares:

Father, why have you thus incenst them both?

I'le make 'em friends againe.

I will have Don Mathias, he is my love.