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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

The Jew of Malta

Act: 3 Scene: 5

The wind that bloweth all the world besides,

Desire of gold.

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.

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.