_Bar._ Thus,[41] like the sad presaging raven, that tolls The sick man's passport in her hollow beak, And in the shadow of the silent night Doth shake contagion from her sable wings; Vexed and tormented runs poor Barabas With fatal curses towards these Christians The uncertain pleasures of swift-footed time Have ta'en their flight, and left me in despair; And of my former riches rests no more But bare remembrance, like a soldier's scar, 10 That has no further comfort for his maim. O thou, that with a fiery pillar led'st The sons of Israel through the dismal shades, Light Abraham's offspring; and direct the hand Of Abigail this night; or let the day Turn to eternal darkness after this: No sleep can fasten on my watchful eyes, Nor quiet enter my distempered thoughts, Till I have answer of my Abigail. _Enter_ ABIGAIL _above._ _Abig._ Now have I happily espied a time 20 To search the plank my father did appoint; And here behold, unseen, where I have found The gold, the pearls, and jewels, which he hid. _Bar._ Now I remember those old women's words, Who in my wealth would tell me winter's tales,[42] And speak of spirits and ghosts that glide by night About the place where treasure hath been hid:[43] And now methinks that I am one of those: For whilst I live, here lives my soul's sole hope, And, when I die, here shall my spirit walk. 30 _Abig._ Now that my father's fortune were so good As but to be about this happy place; 'Tis not so happy: yet when we parted last, He said he would attend me in the morn. Then, gentle sleep, where'er his body rests, Give charge to Morpheus that he may dream A golden dream, and of the sudden wake,[44] Come and receive the treasure I have found. _Bar._ _Bueno para todos mi ganado no era_:[45] As good go on as sit so sadly thus. 40 But stay, what star shines yonder in the east?[46] The loadstar of my life, if Abigail. Who's there? _Abig._ Who's that? _Bar._ Peace, Abigail, 'tis I. _Abig._ Then, father, here receive thy happiness. [_Throws down bags._ _Bar._ Hast thou't? _Abig._ Here, [_throws down the bags_] hast thou't? There's more, and more, and more.