_Itha._ I carried the broth that poisoned the nuns; and he and I, snickle hand too fast,[135] strangled a friar. 20 _Bell._ You two alone! _Itha._ We two, and 'twas never known, nor never shall be for me. _Pilia._ This shall with me unto the Governor. [_Aside to_ BELLAMIRA. _Bell._ And fit it should: but first let's ha' more gold. [_Aside._ Come, gentle Ithamore, lie in my lap. _Itha._ Love me little, love me long; let music rumble Whilst I in thy incony[136] lap do tumble. _Enter_ BARABAS, _with a lute, disguised._ _Bell._ A French musician; come, let's hear your skill? _Bar._ Must tuna my lute for sound, _twang_, _twang_ first. 31 _Itha._ Wilt drink, Frenchman? here's to thee with a----Pox on this drunken hiccup! _Bar._ Gramercy, monsieur. _Bell._ Prythee, Pilia-Borsa, bid the fiddler give me the posy in his hat there. _Pilia._ Sirrah, you must give my mistress your posy. _Bar._ _A votre commandment, madame._ _Bell._ How sweet, my Ithamore, the flowers smell. _Itha._ Like thy breath, sweetheart, no violet like 'em. 40 _Pilia._ Foh! methinks they stink like a hollyhock. _Bar._ So, now I am revenged upon 'em all. The scent thereof was death; I poisoned it. [_Aside._ _Itha._ Play, fiddler, or I'll cut your cat's guts into chitterlings. _Bar. Pardonnez moi_, be no in tune yet; so now, now all be in. _Itha._ Give him a crown, and fill me out more wine. _Pilia._ There's two crowns for thee, play. _Bar._ How liberally the villain gives me mine own gold. [_Aside._ 51 _Pilia._ Methinks he fingers very well. _Bar._ So did you when you stole my gold. [_Aside._ _Pilia._ How swift he runs. _Bar._ You ran swifter when you threw my gold out of my window. [_Aside._ _Bell._ Musician, hast been in Malta long? _Bar._ Two, three, four month, madam. _Itha._ Dost not know a Jew, one Barabas? _Bar._ Very mush; monsieur, you no be his man? 60 _Pilia._ His man? _Itha._ I scorn the peasant; tell him so. _Bar._ He knows it already. [_Aside._ _Itha._ 'Tis a strange thing of that Jew, he lives upon pickled grasshoppers and sauced mushrooms. _Bar._ What a slave's this? the Governor feeds not as I do. [_Aside._ _Itha._ He never put on clean shirt since he was circumcised. _Bar._ O rascal! I change myself twice a day. [_Aside._ 70 _Itha._ The hat he wears, Judas left under the elder[137] when he hanged himself. _Bar._ 'Twas sent me for a present from the great Cham. [_Aside._