The Works of Christopher Marlowe

The Jew of Malta

Act: 5 Scene: 2
Calymath
Now vaile your pride you captive Christians,
And kneele for mercy to your conquering foe:
Now where's the hope you had of haughty Spaine?
Ferneze, speake, had it not beene much better
To keep thy promise then be thus surpriz'd?
Calymath
I, villains, you must yeeld, and under Turkish yokes
Shall groping beare the burthen of our ire;
And Barabas, as erst we promis'd thee,
For thy desert we make thee Governor,
Use them at thy discretion.
Calymath
'Tis our command: and Barabas we give
To guard thy person, these our Janizaries:
Intreat them well, as we have used thee.
And now, brave Bashawes, come, wee'll walke about
The ruin'd Towne, and see the wracke we made:
Farewell brave Jew, farewell great Barabas.