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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

The Jew of Malta

Act: 3 Scene: 5<<

Enter Governor, Bosco, Knights, [Callapine, the] Bashaw.]

Governor

Welcome, great Bashaw, how fares Callymath, what wind drives you thus into Malta rhode?

Basso

The wind that bloweth all the world besides,

Desire of gold.

Governor

Desire of gold, great Sir?

That's to be gotten in the Westerne Inde:

In Malta are no golden Minerals.

Basso

To you of Malta thus saith Calymath:

The time you tooke for respite, is at hand,

For the performance of your promise past;

And for the Tribute-mony I am sent.

Governor

Bashaw, in briefe, shalt have no tribute here,

Nor shall the Heathens live upon our spoyle:

First will we race the City wals our selves,

Lay waste the Iland, hew the Temples downe,

And shipping of our goods to Sicily,

Open an entrance for the wastfull sea,

Whose billowes beating the resistlesse bankes,

Shall overflow it with their refluence.

Basso

Well, Governor, since thou hast broke the league

By flat denyall of the promis'd Tribute,

Talke not of racing downe your City wals,

You shall not need trouble your selves so farre,

For Selim-Calymathshall come himselfe,

And with brasse-bullets batter downe your Towers,

And turne proud Malta to a wildernesse

For these intolerable wrongs of yours;

And so farewell.

[Exit.]

Governor

Farewell:

And now you men of Malta looke about,

And let's provide to welcome Calymath:

Close your Port-cullise, charge your Basiliskes,

And as you profitably take up Armes,

So now couragiously encounter them;

For by this Answer, broken is the league,

And nought is to be look'd for now but warres,

And nought to us more welcome is then wars.

Exeunt.

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