_Bar._ Fear not, my lord, for here against the sluice,[143] The rock is hollow, and of purpose digged, To make a passage for the running streams 90 And common channels of the city. Now, whilst you give assault unto the walls, I'll lead five hundred soldiers through the vault, And rise with them i' the middle of the town, Open the gates for you to enter in, And by this means the city is your own. _Caly._ If this be true, I'll make thee governor. _Bar._ And if it be not true, then let me die. _Caly._ Thou'st doomed thyself. Assault it presently. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _Alarms. Enter_[144] Turks, BARABAS, _&c._; Governor _and_ Knights _prisoners._ _Caly._ Now vail[145] your pride, you captive Christians, And kneel for mercy to your conquering foe: Now where's the hope you had of haughty Spain? Ferneze, speak, had it not been much better T'have[146] kept thy promise than be thus surprised? _Gov._ What should I say? We are captives and must yield. _Caly._ I, villains, you must yield, and under Turkish yokes Shall groaning bear the burden of our ire; And, Barabas, as erst we promised thee, For thy desert we make thee governor; 10 Use them at thy discretion. _Bar._ Thanks, my lord. _Gov._ O fatal day, to fall into the hand Of such a traitor and unhallowed Jew! What greater misery could Heaven inflict? _Caly._ 'Tis our command: and, Barabas, we give To guard thy person these our Janizaries: Intreat them well, as we have usèd thee. And now, brave bassoes, come, we'll walk about The ruined town, and see the wreck we made: 20 Farewell, brave Jew; farewell, great Barabas! [_Exeunt_ CALYMATH _and_ Bassoes. _Bar._ May all good fortune follow Calymath. And now, as entrance to our safety, To prison with the Governor and these Captains, his consorts and confederates. _Gov._ O villain, Heaven will be revenged on thee. [_Exeunt._