The Works of Christopher Marlowe

The Jew of Malta


Act: 4 Scene: 4
Must tuna my Lute for sound, twang twang first.
Gramercy Mounsier.
A voustre commandemente Madam.
So, now I am reveng'd upon 'em all.
[Aside.]
The scent thereof was death, I poyson'd it.
Pardona moy, be no in tune yet; so, now, now all be in.
How liberally the villian gives me mine own gold.
So did you when you stole my gold.
You run swifter when you threw my gold out of my
Window.
Two, three, foure month Madam.
Very mush, Mounsier, you no be his man?
He knowes it already.
What a slave's this?The Governour feeds not as I doe.
Oh raskall! I change my selfe twice a day.
'Twas sent me for a present from the great Cham.
Pardona moy, Mounsier, mebe no well.