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The Works of Christopher Marlowe

The Jew of Malta

Act: 2 Scene: 3

What makes the Jew and Lodowicke so private?

I feare me 'tis about faire Abigall.

No, this is the better, mother, view this well.

But wherefore talk'd Von Lodowick with you?

Yes, Madam, and my talke with him was but

About the borrowing of a booke or two.

Sirra, Jew, remember the booke.

Whither but to my faire love Abigall?

I, Barabas, or else thou wrong'st me much.

Does she receive them?

Oh treacherous Lodowicke!

I'le rouze him thence.

What, hand in hand, I cannot suffer this.

Well, let it passe, another time shall serve.

Suffer me, Barabas, but to follow him.

For this I'le have his heart.

What greater gift can poore Mathias have?

Shall Lodowicke rob me of so faire a love?

My life is not so deare as Abigall.

What, is he gone unto my mother?

I cannot stay; for if my mother come,

Shee'll dye with griefe.