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O fatal day, to fall into the hands
Of such a traitor and unhallowed Jew!
What greater misery could Heaven inflict?

Calymath

’Tis our command: and, Barabas, we give,
To guard thy person, these our Janizaries:
Entreat97 them well, as we have used thee.
And now, brave bassoes, come, we’ll walk about
The ruined town, and see the wreck we made:⁠—
Farewell, brave Jew; farewell, great Barabas!

Barabas

May all good fortune follow Calymath!

Exeunt Calymath and Bassoes.

And now, as entrance to our safety,
To prison with the governor and these
Captains, his consorts and confederates.

Ferneze

O villain! Heaven will be revenged on thee.

Exeunt Turks with Ferenze and Knights.

Away! no more; let him not trouble me.98
Thus hast thou gotten, by thy policy,
No simple place, no small authority,
I now am governor of Malta; true⁠—
But Malta hates me, and, in hating me,
My life’s in danger; and what boots it thee,
Poor Barabas, to be the governor,
Whenas thy life shall be at their command?
No, Barabas, this must be looked into;
And, since by wrong thou got’st authority,
Maintain it bravely by firm policy,
At least unprofitably lose it not:
For he that liveth in authority,
And neither gets him friends, nor fills his bags,
Lives like the ass that Aesop speaketh of,
That labours with a load of bread and wine,
And leaves it off to snap on thistle-tops:
But Barabas will be more circumspect.
Begin betimes; occasion’s bald behind;
Slip not thine opportunity, for fear too late
Thou seek’st for much, but canst not compass it.⁠—
Within here!

Enter Ferneze, with a Guard. Ferneze

My lord?

Barabas

Ay, “lord;” thus slaves will learn.
Now, governor;⁠—stand by there, wait within.

Exeunt Guard.

This is the reason that I sent for thee;
Thou seest thy life and Malta’s happiness
Are at my arbitrement; and Barabas
At his discretion may dispose of both;
Now tell me, governor, and plainly too,
What think’st thou shall become of it and thee?

Ferneze

This, Barabas; since things are in thy power,
I see no reason but of Malta’s wreck,
Nor hope of thee but extreme cruelty:
Nor fear I death, nor will I flatter thee.

Barabas

Governor, good words; be not so furious.
’Tis not thy life which can avail me aught;
Yet you do live, and live for me you shall:
And as for Malta’s ruin, think you not
’Twere slender policy for Barabas
To dispossess himself of such a place?
For sith, as once you said, ’tis in this isle,
In Malta here, that I have got my goods,
And in this city still have had success,
And now at length am grown your governor,
Yourselves shall see it shall not be forgot:
For, as a friend not known but in distress,
I’ll rear up Malta, now remediless.

Ferneze

Will Barabas recover Malta’s loss?
Will Barabas be good to Christians?

Barabas

What wilt thou give me, governor, to procure
A dissolution of the slavish bands
Wherein the Turk hath yoked your land and you?
What will you give me if I render you
The life of Calymath, surprise his men
And in an outhouse of the city shut
His soldiers, till I have consumed ’em all with fire?
What will you give him that procureth this?

Ferneze

Do but bring this to pass which thou pretendest,
Deal truly with us as thou intimatest,
And I will send amongst the citizens,
And by my letters privately procure
Great sums of money for thy recompense:
Nay more, do this, and live thou governor still.

Barabas

Nay, do thou this, Ferneze, and be free;
Governor, I enlarge thee; live with me,
Go walk about the city, see thy friends:
Tush, send not letters to ’em, go thyself,
And let me see what money thou canst make;
Here is my hand that I’ll set Malta free:
And thus we cast it: to a solemn feast
I will invite young Selim Calymath,
Where be thou present only to perform
One stratagem that I’ll impart to thee,
Wherein no danger shall betide thy life,
And I will warrant Malta free for ever.

Ferneze

Here is my hand; believe me, Barabas,
I will be there, and do as thou desirest.
When is the time?

Barabas

Governor, presently:
For Calymath, when he hath viewed the town,
Will take his leave, and sail toward Ottoman.

Ferneze

Then will I, Barabas, about this coin,
And bring it with me to thee in the evening.

Barabas

Do so, but fail not; now farewell, Ferneze!⁠—

Exit Ferenze.

And thus far roundly goes the business:
Thus, loving neither, will I live with both,
Making a profit of my policy;
And he from whom my most advantage comes
Shall be my friend.
This is the life we Jews are used to lead;
And reason too, for Christians do the like.
Well, now about effecting this device;
First, to surprise great Selim’s soldiers,
And then to make provision for the feast,
That at one instant all things may be done:
My policy detests prevention.
To what event my secret purpose drives,
I know; and they shall witness with their lives.

Exeunt. Scene IV Enter Calymath and Bassoes.99 Calymath

Thus have we viewed the city, seen the sack,
And caused the ruins to be new-repaired,
Which with our bombards’100 shot and basilisks
We rent in sunder at our entry:
And now I see the situation,
And how secure this conquered island stands
Environed with the Mediterranean sea,
Strong-countermined with other petty isles;
And, toward Calabria, backed by Sicily,
(Where Syracusian Dionysius reigned),
Two lofty turrets that command the town;
I wonder how it could be conquered thus.

Enter a Messenger. Messenger

From Barabas, Malta’s governor, I bring
A message unto mighty Calymath;
Hearing his sovereign was bound for sea,
To sail to Turkey, to great Ottoman,
He humbly would entreat your majesty
To come and see his homely citadel,
And banquet with him ere thou leav’st the isle.

Calymath

To banquet with him in his citadel?
I fear me, messenger, to feast my train
Within a town of war so lately pillaged,
Will be too costly and too troublesome:
Yet would I gladly visit Barabas,
For well has Barabas deserved of us.

Messenger

Selim, for that, thus saith the governor,
That he hath in his store a pearl so big,
So precious, and withal so orient,
As, be it valued but indifferently,
The price thereof will serve to entertain
Selim and all his soldiers for a month;
Therefore he humbly would entreat your highness
Not to depart till he has feasted you.

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