_Bosc._ My lord and king hath title to this isle, And he means quickly to expel you hence; Therefore be ruled by me, and keep the gold: I'll write unto his majesty for aid, 40 And not depart until I see you free. _Gov._ On this condition shall thy Turks be sold: Go, officers, and set them straight in show. [_Exeunt Officers._ Bosco, thou shall be Malta's general; We and our warlike Knights will follow thee Against these barb'rous misbelieving Turks. _Bosc._ So shall you imitate those you succeed: For when their hideous force environed Rhodes, Small though the number was that kept the town, They fought it out, and not a man survived 50 To bring the hapless news to Christendom. _Gov._ So will we fight it out; come, let's away: Proud daring Calymath, instead of gold, We'll send thee bullets wrapt[54] in smoke and fire: Claim tribute where thou wilt, we are resolved, Honour is bought with blood and not with gold. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _Enter[55] Officers with_ ITHAMORE _and other slaves._ _1 Off._ This is the market-place, here let 'em stand: Fear not their sale, for they'll be quickly bought. _2 Off._ Every one's price is written on his back, And so much must they yield or not be sold. _1 Off._ Here comes the Jew; had not his goods been seized, He'd given us present money for them all. _Enter_ BARABAS. _Bar._ In spite of these swine-eating Christians,-- Unchosen nation, never circumcised, Such[56] as (poor villains!) were ne'er thought upon Till Titus and Vespasian conquered us,-- 10 Am I become as wealthy as I was: They hoped my daughter would ha' been a nun; But she's at home, and I have bought a house As great and fair as is the Governor's; And there in spite of Malta will I dwell: Having Ferneze's hand, whose heart I'll have; I, and his son's too, or it shall go hard. I am not of the tribe of Levi, I, That can so soon forget an injury. We Jews can fawn like spaniels when we please: 20 And when we grin we bite, yet are our looks As innocent and harmless as a lamb's. I learned in Florence how to kiss my hand, Heave up my shoulders when they call me dog,[57] And duck as low as any barefoot friar; Hoping to see them starve upon a stall, Or else be gathered for in our Synagogue, That, when the offering-basin comes to me, Even for charity I may spit into't. Here comes Don Lodowick, the Governor's son, 30 One that I love for his good father's sake. _Enter_ LODOWICK.