The Works of Christopher Marlowe

The Jew of Malta

Act: 5 Scene: 1
Governor
Now, Gentlemen, betake you to your Armes,
And see that Malta be well fortifi'd;
And it behoves you to be resolute;
For Calymath having hover'd here so long,
Will winne the Towne, or dye before the wals.
Governor
Away with her, she is a Curtezane.
Governor
Had we but proofe of this—
Governor
Goe fetch him straight.
[Exit Officers.]
I alwayes fear'd that Jew.
Governor
Make fires, heat irons, let the racke be fetch'd.
Governor
Thou and thy Turk; 'twas you that slew my son.
Governor
Away with him, his sight is death to me.
Governor
Once more away with him; you shall have law.
Governor
Be patient, gentle Madam, it was he,
He forged the daring challenge made them fight.
Governor
In prison till the Law has past on him.
Governor
Dead?
Governor
Wonder not at it, Sir, the heavens are just:
Their deaths were like their lives, then think not of 'em:
Since they are dead, let them be buried.
For the Jewes body, throw that o're the wals,
To be a prey for Vultures and wild beasts.
[They take body aside.]
So, now away and fortifie the Towne.
Act: 5 Scene: 2
Governor
What should I say? we are captives and must yeeld.
Governor
Oh fatall day, to fall into the hands
Of such a Traitor and unhallowed Jew!
What greater misery could heaven inflict?
Governor
Oh villaine, Heaven will be reveng'd on thee.
Governor
My Lord ?
Governor
This, Barabas; since things are in thy power,
I see no reason but of Malta's wracke,
Nor hope of thee but extreme cruelty,
Nor feare I death, nor will I flatter thee.
Governor
Will Barabas recover Malta's losse?
Will Barabas be good to Christians?
Governor
Doe but bring this to passe which thou pretendest,
Deale truly with us as thou intimatest,
And I will send amongst the Citizens
And by my letters privately procure
Great summes of mony for thy recompence:
Nay more, doe this, and live thou Governor still.
Governor
Here is my hand, beleeve me, Barabas,
I will be there, and doe as thou desirest;
When is the time?
Governor
Then will I, Barabas, about this coyne,
And bring it with me to thee in the evening.
Act: 5 Scene: 4
Governor
In this, my Countrimen, be rul'd by me,
Have speciall care that no man sally forth
Till you shall heare a Culverin discharg'd
By him that beares the Linstocke, kindled thus;
Then issue out and come to rescue me,
For happily I shall be in distresse,
Or you released of this servitude.
Governor
On then, begone.
Act: 5 Scene: 5
Governor
With free consent a hundred thousand pounds.
Governor
Oh excellent! here, hold thee, Barabas,
I trust thy word, take what I promis'd thee.
Governor
How the slave jeeres at him?
Governor
Stay, Calymath;
[Comes forward.]
For I will shew thee greater curtesie
Then Barabas would have affoorded thee.
Governor
See Calymath, this was devis'd for thee.
Governor
No, Selim, doe not flye;
See his end first, and flye then if thou canst.
Governor
Should I in pitty of thy plaints or thee,
Accursed Barabas ,base Jew,relent?
No, thus I'le see thy treachery repaid,
But wish thou hadst behav'd thee otherwise.
Governor
No, villaine, no.
Governor
This traine he laid to have intrap'd thy life;
Now Selim note the unhallowed deeds of Jewes:
Thus he determin'd to have handled thee,
But I have rather chose to save thy life.
Governor
Nay, Selim, stay, for since we have thee here,
We will not let thee part so suddenly:
Besides, if we should let thee goe, all's one,
For with thy Gallyes couldst thou not get hence,
Without fresh men to rigge and furnish them.
Governor
Why, hardst thou not the trumpet sound a charge?
Governor
Why, then the house was fir'd,
Blowne up, and all thy souldiers massacred.
Governor
A Jewes curtesie:
For he that did by treason worke our fall,
By treason hath delivered thee to us:
Know therefore, till thy father hath made good
The ruines done to Malta and to us,
Thou canst not part: for Malta shall be freed,
Or Selim ne're returne to Ottoman .
Governor
Content thee, Calymath,here thou must stay,
And live in Malta prisoner; for come all the world
To rescue thee, so will we guard us now,
As sooner shall they drinke the Ocean dry,
Then conquer Malta, or endanger us.
So march away, and let due praise be given
Neither to Fate nor Fortune, but to Heaven.