_Abig._ He has my heart; I smile against my will. [_Aside._ 290 _Lod._ Barabas, thou know'st I've loved thy daughter long. _Bar._ And so has she done you, even from a child. _Lod._ And now I can no longer hold my mind. _Bar._ Nor I the affection that I bear to you. _Lod._ This is thy diamond, tell me shall I have it? _Bar._ Win it, and wear it, it is yet unsoiled. O! but I know your lordship would disdain To marry with the daughter of a Jew; And yet I'll give her many a golden cross[75] With Christian posies round about the ring. 300 _Lod._ Tis not thy wealth, but her that I esteem. Yet crave I thy consent. _Bar._ And mine you have, yet let me talk to her.-- This offspring of Cain, this Jebusite, That never tasted of the Passover, Nor e'er shall see the land of Canaan, Nor our Messias that is yet to come; This gentle maggot, Lodowick, I mean, Must be deluded: let him have thy hand, But keep thy heart till Don Mathias comes. [_Aside._ 310 _Abig._ What, shall I be betrothed to Lodowick? _Bar._ It's no sin to deceive a Christian; For they themselves hold it a principle, Faith is not to be held with heretics; But all are heretics that are not Jews; This follows well, and therefore, daughter, fear not. [_Aside._ I have entreated her, and she will grant. _Lod._ Then, gentle Abigail, plight thy faith to me. _Abig._ I cannot chuse, seeing my father bids.-- Nothing but death shall part my love and me. [_Aside._ 320 _Lod._ Now have I that for which my soul hath longed. _Bar._ So have not I, but yet I hope I shall. [_Aside._ _Abig._ O wretched Abigail, what hast thou[76] done? [_Aside._ _Lod._ Why on the sudden is your colour changed? _Abig._ I know not, but farewell, I must be gone. _Bar._ Stay her, but let her not speak one word more. _Lod._ Mute o' the sudden; here's a sudden change. _Bar._ O, muse not at it, 'tis the Hebrew's guise, That maidens new betrothed should weep awhile: Trouble her not; sweet Lodowick, depart: 330 She is thy wife, and thou shalt be mine heir. _Lod._ O, is't the custom? then I am resolved: But rather let the brightsome heavens be dim, And nature's beauty choke with stifling clouds, Than my fair Abigail should frown on me.-- There comes the villain, now I'll be revenged. _Enter_ MATHIAS. _Bar._ Be quiet, Lodowick, it is enough That I have made thee sure to Abigail. _Lod._ Well, let him go. [_Exit._ _Bar._ Well, but for me, as you went in at doors 340 You had been stabbed, but not a word on't now; Here must no speeches pass, nor swords be drawn. _Math._ Suffer me, Barabas, but to follow him.