BARABAS. No, but I grieve because she liv'd so long, An Hebrew born, and would become a Christian: Cazzo, [127] diabolo! ITHAMORE. Look, look, master; here come two religious caterpillars. Enter FRIAR JACOMO and FRIAR BARNARDINE. BARABAS. I smelt 'em ere they came. ITHAMORE. God-a-mercy, nose! [128] Come, let's begone. FRIAR BARNARDINE. Stay, wicked Jew; repent, I say, and stay. FRIAR JACOMO. Thou hast offended, therefore must be damn'd. BARABAS. I fear they know we sent the poison'd broth. ITHAMORE. And so do I, master; therefore speak 'em fair. FRIAR BARNARDINE. Barabas, thou hast-- FRIAR JACOMO. Ay, that thou hast-- BARABAS. True, I have money; what though I have? FRIAR BARNARDINE. Thou art a-- FRIAR JACOMO. Ay, that thou art, a-- BARABAS. What needs all this? I know I am a Jew. FRIAR BARNARDINE. Thy daughter-- FRIAR JACOMO. Ay, thy daughter-- BARABAS. O, speak not of her! then I die with grief. FRIAR BARNARDINE. Remember that-- FRIAR JACOMO. Ay, remember that-- BARABAS. I must needs say that I have been a great usurer. FRIAR BARNARDINE. Thou hast committed-- BARABAS. Fornication: but that was in another country; And besides, the wench is dead. FRIAR BARNARDINE. Ay, but, Barabas, Remember Mathias and Don Lodowick. BARABAS. Why, what of them? FRIAR BARNARDINE. I will not say that by a forged challenge they met. BARABAS. She has confess'd, and we are both undone, My bosom inmate! [129] but I must dissemble.-- [Aside to ITHAMORE.] O holy friars, the burden of my sins Lie heavy [130] on my soul! then, pray you, tell me, Is't not too late now to turn Christian? I have been zealous in the Jewish faith, Hard-hearted to the poor, a covetous wretch, That would for lucre's sake have sold my soul; A hundred for a hundred I have ta'en; And now for store of wealth may I compare With all the Jews in Malta: but what is wealth? I am a Jew, and therefore am I lost. Would penance serve [to atone] for this my sin, I could afford to whip myself to death,-- ITHAMORE. And so could I; but penance will not serve.