_Itha._ I, and such as--Go to, no more. I'll make him send me half he has, and glad he scapes so too. [_Pen and ink._[122] I'll write unto him; we'll have money straight. _Pilia._ Send for a hundred crowns at least. _Itha._ Ten hundred thousand crowns--_Master Barabas_. [_Writing_. _Pilia._ Write not so submissively, but threatening him. _Itha._ _Sirrah, Barabas, send me a hundred crowns._ _Pilia._ Put in two hundred at least. _Itha._ _I charge thee send me three hundred by this bearer, and this shall be your warrant; if you do not, no more, but so._ 82 _Pilia._ Tell him you will confess. _Itha._ _Otherwise I'll confess all_--Vanish, and return in a twinkle. _Pilia._ Let me alone; I'll use him in his kind. [_Exit_ Pilia-Borsa. _Itha._ Hang him, Jew. _Bell._ Now, gentle Ithamore, lie in my lap. Where are my maids? provide a running[123] banquet; Send to the merchant, bid him bring me silks, 90 Shall Ithamore, my love, go in such rags? _Itha._ And bid the jeweller come hither too. _Bell._ I have no husband, sweet; I'll marry thee. _Itha._ Content, but we will leave this paltry land, And sail from hence to Greece, to lovely Greece. I'll be thy Jason, thou my golden fleece; Where painted carpets o'er the meads are hurled, And Bacchus' vineyards overspread the world; Where woods and forests go in goodly green, I'll be Adonis, thou shalt be Love's Queen. 100 The meads, the orchards, and the primrose lanes, Instead of sedge and reed, bear sugar-canes: Thou in those groves, by Dis above, Shalt live with me and be my love. _Bell._ Whither will I not go with gentle Ithamore? _Enter_ PILIA-BORSA. _Itha._ How now! hast thou the gold? _Pilia._ Yes. _Itha._ But came it freely? did the cow give down her milk freely? _Pilia._ At reading of the letter, he stared and stamped and turned aside. I took him by the beard,[124] and looked upon him thus; told him he were best to send it; then he hugged and embraced me. 113 _Itha._ Rather for fear than love. _Pilia._ Then, like a Jew, he laughed and jeered, and told me he loved me for your sake, and said what a faithful servant you had been. _Itha._ The more villain he to keep me thus; here's goodly 'parel, is there not? _Pilia._ To conclude, he gave me ten crowns. 120 _Itha._ But ten? I'll not leave him worth a grey groat. Give me a ream[125] of paper; we'll have a kingdom of gold for 't. _Pilia._ Write for five hundred crowns.