The Works of Christopher Marlowe
The Jew of Malta
Act:
2
Scene:
3
Lodowicke
I heare the wealthy Jew walked this way;
I'le seeke him out, and so insinuate,
That I may have a sight of Abigall;
For Don Mathias tels me she is faire.
Lodowicke
Yond walks the Jew, now for faire Abigall.
Lodowicke
Barabas, thou know'st I am the Governors sonne.
Lodowicke
Whither walk'st thou, Barabas ?
Lodowicke
Well, Barabas, canst helpe me to a Diamond?
Lodowicke
What sparkle does it give without a foile?
Lodowicke
Is it square or pointed, pray let me know.
Lodowicke
I like it much the better.
Lodowicke
How showes it by night?
Lodowicke
And what's the price?
Lodowicke
No, Barabas, I will deserve it first.
Lodowicke
No doubt your soule shall reape the fruit of it.
Lodowicke
Good Barabas glance not at our holy Nuns.
Lodowicke
And, Barabas, I'le beare thee company.
Lodowicke
Ratest thou this Moorebut at two hundred plats?
Lodowicke
Oh Barabas well met;
Where is the Diamond you told me of?
Lodowicke
Barabas, is not that the widowes sonne?
Lodowicke
My death? what, is the base borne peasant mad?
Lodowicke
Why, loves she Don Mathias?
Lodowicke
Barabas, thou know'st I have lov'd thy daughter long.
Lodowicke
And now I can no longer hold my minde.
Lodowicke
This is thy Diamond, tell me, shall I have it?
Lodowicke.
'Tis not thy wealth, but her that I esteeme,
Yet crave I thy consent.
Lodowicke
Then gentle Abigal plight thy faith to me.
Lodowicke
Now have I that for which my soule hath long'd.
Lodowicke
Why on the sudden is your colour chang'd?
Lodowicke
Mute a the sudden; here's a sudden change.
Lodowicke
Oh, is't the custome, then I am resolv'd:
But rather let the brightsome heavens be dim,
And Natures beauty choake with stifeling clouds,
Then my faire Abigal should frowne on me.
There comes the villaine, now I'le be reveng'd.
Lodowicke
Well, let him goe.