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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

The Jew of Malta

Act: 3 Scene: 2<<

Enter Mathias.

This is the place, now Abigall shall see

Whether Mathias holds her deare or no.

Enter Lodowicke reading.

What, dares the villain write in such base terms?

I did it, and revenge it if thou dar'st.

Fight: Enter Barabas above.

Oh bravely fought, and yet they thrust not home.

Now Lodowicke , now Mathias, so;

[Kill each other.]

So, now they have shew'd themselves to be tall fellowes.

Part 'em, part 'em.

I, part 'em now they are dead: Farewell, farewell.

Exit.

Enter Governor , Mater [attended].

What sight is this? my Lodovico slaine!

These armes of mine shall be thy Sepulchre.

Who is this; my sonne Mathias slaine!

Oh Lodowicke! hadst thou perish'd by the Turke,

Wretched Ferneze might have veng'd thy death.

Thy sonne slew mine, and I'le revenge his death.

Looke, Katherin, looke, thy sonne gave mine these wounds.

Oh leave to grieve me, I am griev'd enough.

Oh that my sighs could turne to lively breath;

And these my teares to blood, that he might live.

Who made them enemies?

I know not, and that grieves me most of all.

My sonne lov'd thine.

And so did Lodowicke him.

Lend me that weapon that did kill my sonne,

And it shall murder me.

Nay Madam stay, that weapon was my son's,

And on that rather should Ferneze dye.

Hold, let's inquire the causers of their deaths,

That we may venge their blood upon their heads.

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 sighes and teares,

And with my prayers pierce th'impartiall heavens,

Till they reveal the causers of our smarts,

Which forc'd their hands divide united hearts:

Come, Katherine, our losses equall are,

Then of true griefe let us take equall share.

Exeunt [with bodies].

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