BARABAS. I must make this villain away [Aside].--Please you dine with me, sir--and you shall be most heartily poisoned. [Aside.] PILIA-BORZA. No, God-a-mercy. Shall I have these crowns? BARABAS. I cannot do it; I have lost my keys. PILIA-BORZA. O, if that be all, I can pick ope your locks. BARABAS. Or climb up to my counting-house window: you know my meaning. PILIA-BORZA. I know enough, and therefore talk not to me of your counting-house. The gold! or know, Jew, it is in my power to hang thee. BARABAS. I am betray'd.-- [Aside.] 'Tis not five hundred crowns that I esteem; I am not mov'd at that: this angers me, That he, who knows I love him as myself, Should write in this imperious vein. Why, sir, You know I have no child, and unto whom Should I leave all, but unto Ithamore? PILIA-BORZA. Here's many words, but no crowns: the crowns! BARABAS. Commend me to him, sir, most humbly, And unto your good mistress as unknown. PILIA-BORZA. Speak, shall I have 'em, sir? BARABAS. Sir, here they are.-- [Gives money.] O, that I should part [165] with so much gold!-- [Aside.] Here, take 'em, fellow, with as good a will---- As I would see thee hang'd [Aside]. O, love stops my breath! Never lov'd man servant as I do Ithamore. PILIA-BORZA. I know it, sir. BARABAS. Pray, when, sir, shall I see you at my house? PILIA-BORZA. Soon enough to your cost, sir. Fare you well. [Exit.] BARABAS. Nay, to thine own cost, villain, if thou com'st! Was ever Jew tormented as I am? To have a shag-rag knave to come [force from me] Three hundred crowns, and then five hundred crowns! Well; I must seek a means to rid [166] 'em all, And presently; for in his villany He will tell all he knows, and I shall die for't. I have it: I will in some disguise go see the slave, And how the villain revels with my gold. [Exit.] Enter BELLAMIRA, [167] ITHAMORE, and PILIA-BORZA. BELLAMIRA. I'll pledge thee, love, and therefore drink it off. ITHAMORE. Say'st thou me so? have at it! and do you hear? [Whispers to her.] BELLAMIRA. Go to, it shall be so. ITHAMORE. Of [168] that condition I will drink it up: Here's to thee. BELLAMIRA. [169] Nay, I'll have all or none. ITHAMORE. There, if thou lov'st me, do not leave a drop. BELLAMIRA. Love thee! fill me three glasses. ITHAMORE. Three and fifty dozen: I'll pledge thee. PILIA-BORZA. Knavely spoke, and like a knight-at-arms. ITHAMORE. Hey, Rivo Castiliano! [170] a man's a man. BELLAMIRA. Now to the Jew. ITHAMORE. Ha! to the Jew; and send me money he [171] were best. PILIA-BORZA. What wouldst thou do, if he should send thee none?