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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

The Jew of Malta

Act: 5 Scene: 1

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.

Away with her, she is a Curtezane.

Had we but proofe of this—

Goe fetch him straight.

[Exit Officers.]

I alwayes fear'd that Jew.

Make fires, heat irons, let the racke be fetch'd.

Thou and thy Turk; 'twas you that slew my son.

Away with him, his sight is death to me.

Once more away with him; you shall have law.

Be patient, gentle Madam, it was he,

He forged the daring challenge made them fight.

In prison till the Law has past on him.

Dead?

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.