FERNEZE

What's Cyprus, Candy, and those other Isles To us, or Malta ? What at our hands demand you? Alas, my Lord, the sum is overgreat, I hope your Highness will consider us. Then give us leave, great Selim-Calymath. Thus: Since your hard conditions are such That you will needs have ten years tribute passed, We may have time to make collection Amongst the Inhabitants of Malta for't. But a month. And all good fortune wait on Calymath. Go one and call those Jews of Malta hither: Were they not summoned to appear to day. Yes, give me leave, and Hebrwes now come near. From the Emperor of Turkey is arrived Great Selim-Calymath, his Highness son, To levy of us ten years tribute passed, Now then here know that it concerns us: Soft Barabas, there's more longs too't than so. To what this ten years tribute will amount That we have cast, but cannot compass it By reason of the wars, that robbed our store; And therefore are we to request your aid. Thine and the rest. For to be short, amongst you 'tmust be had, Then let the rich increase your portions: No, Jew, Like infidels. For through our sufferance of your hateful lives, Who stand accursed in the sighed of heaven, These taxes and afflictions are befal'ne, And therefore thus we are determined; Read there the Articles of our decrees. Read on. Why Barabas wilt thou be christened Sir, half is the penalty of our decree, Either pay that, or we will seize on all. No, Jew, thou hast denied the Articles, And now it cannot be recalled. No, Jew, we take particularly thine To save the ruin of a multitude: And better one want for a common good, Then many perish for a private man: Yet Barrabas we will not banish thee, But here in Malta, where thou go st thy wealth, Live still; and if thou canst, get more. Out wretched Barabas, shamest thou not thus To justify thy self, as if we knew not Thy profession? If thou rely upon thy righteousness, Be patient and thy riches will increase. Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness: And covetousness, o it's a monstrous sin. It shall be so: now Officers have you done? No, Barabas, to stain our hands with blood Is far from us and our profession. Content thee, Barabas, thou hast nought but right. Come, let us in, and gather of these goods The money for this tribute of the Turk. Now Captain tell us whither thou art bound? Whence is thy ship that anchors in our Rhoad? And why thou camest ashore without our leave? Martin deal Bosco, I have herd of thee; Welcome to Malta, and to all of us; But to admit a sale of these thy Turks We may not, nay we dare not give consent By reason of a Tributary league. Captain we know it, but our force is small: A hundred thousand Crowns. On this condition shall thy Turks be sold. Go Offi ers and set them straight in show. Bosco, thou shalt be Malta's General; We and our warlike Knights will follow thee Against these barbarous misbelieving Turks. So will we fight it out; come, let's away: Proud-daring Calymath, instead of gold, Wee'll send the bullets wrapped in smoke and fire: Claim tribute where thou wilt, we are resolved, Honour is bought with blood and not with gold. Extunt What sighed is this? my Lodowick slain! These arms of mine shall be thy Sepulchre. O Lodowick! hadst thou perished by the Turk, Wretched Ferneze might have venged thy death. Look, Katherin, look, thy son gave mine these wou ̄ ds O that my sighs could turn to lively breath; And these my tears to blood, that he might live. I know not, and that grieves me most of all. And so did Lodowick him. Then take them up, and let them be interred Within one sacred monument of stone; Upon which Altar I will offer up My daily sacrifice of sighs and tears, And with my prayers pierce impartial heavens, Till they the causers of our smarts, Which forced their hands divide united hearts: Come, Katherina, our losses equal are, Then of true grief let us take equal share. Welcome great Bashaws, how fares C llymath, What wind drives you thus into Malta rhode? Desire of gold, great Sir? That's to be got in the Western Ind : In Malta are no golden Minerals. Bashaw, in brief, shalt have no tribute here, Nor shall the Heathens live upon our spoil: First will we raze the City walls our selves, Lay waste the Island, hew the Temples down, And shipping of our goods to Sicily, Open and entrance for the wasteful sea, Whose billows beating the resistless banks, Shall overflow it with their refluence. Farewell: And now you men of Malta look about, And let's provide to welcome Calymath : Close your Port-cullise, charge your Basilisks, And as you profitably take up Arms, So now courageously encounter them; For by this Answer, broken is the league, And nought is to be looked for now but wars, And nought to us more welcome is then wars. Exeunt Now, Gentlemen, betake you to your Arms, And see that Malta be well fortified; And it behooves you to be resolute; For Calymath having hovered here so long, Will win the Town, or die before the walls. Away with her, she is a Curtezane. Had we but proof of this. Go fetch him straight, I always feared that Jew. Make fires, heat irons, let the rack be fetched. Thou and thy Turk; 'twas you that slew my son. Away with him, his sighed 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 passed on him. Dead? Wonder not at it, Sir, the heavens are joust Their death's were Like their lives, then think not of they Since they are dead, let them be buried. For the Jews body, throw that over the walls, To be a prey for Vultures and wild beasts. So, now away and fortify the Town. Exeunt. What should I say, we are captives and must yield. O fatal day to fallen into the hands Of such a Traitor and unhallowed Jew! What greater misery could heaven inflict? O villain, Heaven will be revenged on thee. My Lord? This; Barabas, since things are in thy power, I see no reason but of Malta's wrack, Nor hope of thee but extreme cruelty, Nor fear I death, nor will I flatter thee. Will Barabas recover Malta's lose? Will Barabas be good to Christians? Do but bring this to pass which thou pretendest, Deal truly with us as thou intimatest, And I will send amongst the Citizens And by my letters privately procure Great sums of money for thy recompense: Nay more, do this, and live thou Governor still. Here is my hand, believe me, Barabas, I will be there, and do as thou desirest; When is the time? Then will I, Barabas, about this coin, And bring it with me to thee in the evening. In this, my Countrymen, be ruled by me, Have special care that no man sally forth Till you shall hear a Culverin discharged By him that bears the Linstock, kindled thus; Then issue out and come to rescue me, For happily I shall be in distress, Or you released of this servitude. On then, begone. O excellent! here, hold thee, Barabas, I trust thy word, take what I promised thee. How the slave jeers at him? Stay, Calymath ; For I will show thee greater courtesy Then Barabas would have afforded thee. See Calymath, this was devised for thee. No, Selim, do not fly; See his end first, and fly then if thou canst. Should I in pity of thy plaints or thee, Accursed Barabas ; base Jew relent: No, thus I'll see thy treachery repaid, But wish thou hadst behaved thee otherwise. No, villain, no. This train he laid to have entrapped thy life; Now Selim note the unhallowed deeds of Jews: Thus he determined to have handled thee, But I have rather chosen to save thy life. Nay, Selim, stay, for since we have that e here, We will not let thee partly so suddenly: Beside, if we should let thee go, all's one, Nor with thy Galleys couldst thou not get hence, Without fresh men to rig and furnish them. Why hardest thou not the trumpet found a charge? Why then the house was fired, Blown up, and all thy soldiers massacred. A Jew courtesy: For he that did by treason work our fallen, By treason hath delivered thee to us: Know therefore, till thy father hath made good The ruins done to Malta and to us, Thou canst not partly: for Malta shall be freed, Or Selim never return to Ottamen. Content thee, Calymath, here thou must stay, And live in Malia prisoner; for come call he world To rescue thee, so will we guard us now sooner shall they drink the Ocean dry, Then conquer Malta, or endanger us. So march away, and let endue praise be given Neither to Fate nor Fottune, but to Heaven. Now Bassoes, what demand you at our hands? Then pay thy half. Nay Madem stay, that weapon was my son's, And on that rather should Ferneze die. With free consent a hundred thousand pounds.