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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

The Jew of Malta

Act: 1 Scene: 2

Have you determin'd what to say to them?

Tut, Jew, we know thou art no souldier;

Thou art a Merchant, and a monied man,

And 'tis thy mony, Barabas, we seeke.

From nought at first thou camst to little welth,

From little unto more, from more to most:

If your first curse fall heavy on thy head,

And make thee poore and scorn'd of all the world,

'Tis not our fault, but thy inherent sinne.

Grave Governor, list not to his exclames:

Convert his mansion to a Nunnery,

His house will harbour many holy Nuns.

Tis necessary that be look'd unto:

For if we breake our day, we breake the league,

And that will prove but simple policie.

Act: 2 Scene: 2

'Tis true, my Lord, therefore intreat him well.

Delbosco, as thou lovest and honour'st us,

Perswade our Governor against the Turke;

This truce we have is but in hope of gold,

And with that summe he craves might we wage warre.

Act: 5 Scene: 1

And dye he shall, for we will never yeeld.

Nay stay, my Lord, 'tmay be he will confesse.

Act: 5 Scene: 4

Rather then thus to live as Turkish thrals,

What will we not adventure?

Farewell grave Governor.

Act: 5 Scene: 5

Sound a charge there.