The Works of Christopher Marlowe

The Jew of Malta


Act: 4 Scene: 4
Knavely spoke, and like a Knight at Armes.
What wudst thou doe if he should send thee none?
Oh bravely done.
This shall with me unto the Governor.
Sirra, you must give my mistris your posey.
Foh, me thinkes they stinke like a Holly-Hoke.
There's two crownes for thee, play.
Me thinkes he fingers very well.
How swift he runnes.
His man?
A mastyslave he is.
Whether now, Fidler?
Farewell Fidler: One letter more to the Jew.
Let me alone to urge it now I know the meaning.