_Bar._ Or climb up to my counting-house window: you know my meaning. _Pilia._ 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. 41 _Bar._ I am betrayed. [_Aside._ 'Tis not five hundred crowns that I esteem, I am not moved 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._ Here's many words, but no crowns: the crowns! _Bar._ Commend me to him, sir, most humbly, 50 And unto your good mistress, as unknown. _Pilia._ Speak, shall I have 'em, sir? _Bar._ Sir, here they are. O, that I should part 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 loved man servant as I do Ithamore. _Pilia._ I know it, sir. _Bar._ Pray, when, sir, shall I see you at my house? _Pilia._ Soon enough, to your cost, sir. Fare you well. 60 [_Exit._ _Bar._ 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,-- Three hundred crowns,--and then five hundred crowns! Well, I must seek a means to rid 'em all, And presently; for in his villainy He will tell all he knows, and I shall die for it. I have it: I will in some disguise go see the slave, And how the villain revels with my gold. 70 [_Exit._ SCENE VI. _Enter_[132] BELLAMIRA, ITHAMORE, _and_ PILIA-BORSA. _Bell._. I'll pledge thee, love, and therefore drink it off. _Itha._ Say'st thou me so? have at it; and do you hear? [_Whispers._ _Bell._ Go to, it shall be so. _Itha._ Of that condition I will drink it up. Here's to thee. _Bell._[133] Nay, I'll have all or none. _Itha._ There, if thou lov'st me do not leave a drop. _Bell._ Love thee! fill me three glasses. _Itha._ Three and fifty dozen, I'll pledge thee. _Pilia._ Knavely spoke, and like a knight at arms. _Itha._ Hey, _Rivo[134] Castiliano_! a man's a man. 10 _Bell._ Now to the Jew. _Itha._ Ha! to the Jew, and send me money he were best. _Pilia._ What would'st thou do if he should send thee none? _Itha._ Do nothing; but I know what I know; he's a murderer. _Bell._ I had not thought he had been so brave a man. _Itha._ You knew Mathias and the Governor's son; he and I killed 'em both, and yet never touched 'em. _Pilia._ O, bravely done.