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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

The Jew of Malta

Act: 1 Scene: 2

Sisters,

We now are almost at the new made Nunnery.

But, Madam, this house

And waters of this new made Nunnery

Will much delight you.

No doubt, brother, but this proceedeth of the spirit.

Hinder her not, thou man of little faith,

For she has mortified her selfe.

And is admitted to the Sister-hood.

Barabas, although thou art in mis-beleefe,

And wilt not see thine owne afflictions,

Yet let thy daughter be no longer blinde.

Act: 3 Scene: 3

Virgo, Virgo.

Wherein?

Why Abigal it is not yet long since

That I did labour thy admition,

And then thou didst not like that holy life.

Who taught thee this?

Abigal I will, but see thou change no more,

For that will be most heavy to thy soule.

Thy father's, how?

Come, shall we goe?

Act: 3 Scene: 6

Oh brother, brother, all the Nuns are sicke,

And Physicke will not helpe them; they must dye.

And so did faire Maria send for me:

I'le to her lodging; hereabouts she lyes.

Oh brother, all the Nuns are dead, let's bury them.

Why? what has he done?

What, has he crucified a child?

Act: 4 Scene: 1

Thou hast offended, therefore must be damn'd.

I, that thou hast—

I, that thou art a—

I, thy daughter—

I, remember that—

Oh good Barabas come to our house.

Oh Barabas, their Lawes are strict.

They weare no shirts, and they goe bare-foot too.

You heare your answer, and you may be gone.

I will not goe for thee.

How, cost call me rogue?

Why does he goe to thy house? let him begone.

But Barabas, who shall be your godfathers,

For presently you shall be shriv'd.

I warrant thee, Barabas.

This is the houre

Wherein I shall proceed; Oh happy houre,

Wherein I shall convert an Infidell,

And bring his gold into our treasury.

But soft, is not this Bernardine? it is;

And understanding I should come this way,

Stands here a purpose, meaning me some wrong,

And intercept my going to the Jew;

Bernardine —

Wilt thou not speake? thou think'st I see thee not;

Away, I'de wish thee, and let me goe by:

No, wilt thou not? nay then I'le force my way;

And see, a staffe stands ready for the purpose:

As thou lik'st that, stop me another time.

Why, stricken him that would have stroke at me.

Good sirs I have don't, but no body knowes it but you two, I may escape.

Good Barabas let me goe.

Villaines, I am a sacred person, touch me not.