those old women's words, Who in my wealth would tell me winter's tales, And speak of spirits and ghosts that glide by night About the place where treasure hath been hid:      And now methinks that I am one of those; For, whilst I live, here lives my soul's sole hope, And, when I die, here shall my spirit walk. ABIGAIL. Now that my father's fortune were so good As but to be about this happy place!      'Tis not so happy:  yet, when we parted last, He said he would attend me in the morn. Then, gentle Sleep, where'er his body rests, Give charge to Morpheus that he may dream A golden dream, and of 55 the sudden wake, 56 Come and receive the treasure I have found. BARABAS. Bueno para todos mi ganado no era: 57 As good go on, as sit so sadly thus.—      But stay:  what star shines yonder in the east? 58 The loadstar of my life, if Abigail.—      Who's there? ABIGAIL. Who's that? BARABAS. Peace, Abigail! 'tis I. ABIGAIL. Then, father, here receive thy happiness. BARABAS. Hast thou't? ABIGAIL. Here.[throws down bags]  Hast thou't? There's more, and more, and more. BARABAS. O my girl, My gold, my fortune, my felicity, Strength to my soul, death to mine enemy; Welcome the first beginner of my bliss! O Abigail, Abigail, that I had thee here too! Then my desires were fully satisfied:      But I will practice thy enlargement thence:      O girl! O gold! O beauty! O my bliss!           [Hugs the bags.]       ABIGAIL. Father, it draweth towards midnight now, And 'bout this time the nuns begin to wake; To shun suspicion, therefore, let us part. BARABAS. Farewell, my joy, and by my fingers take A kiss from him that sends it from his soul.           [Exit ABIGAIL above.]      Now, Phoebus, ope the eye-lids of the day. And, for the raven, wake the morning lark, That I may hover with her in the air, Singing o'er these, as she does o'er her young. Hermoso placer de los dineros. 59           [Exit.]            Enter FERNEZE, 60 MARTIN DEL BOSCO, KNIGHTS, and OFFICERS. FERNEZE. Now, captain, tell us whither thou art bound? Whence is thy ship that anchors in our road? And why thou cam'st ashore without our leave? MARTIN DEL BOSCO. Governor of Malta, hither am I bound; My ship, the Flying Dragon, is of Spain, And so am I; Del Bosco is my name, Vice-admiral unto the Catholic King. FIRST KNIGHT. 'Tis true, my lord; therefore entreat 61 him well. MARTIN DEL BOSCO. Our fraught is Grecians, Turks, and Afric Moors; For late upon the coast of Corsica, Because we vail'd not 62 to the Turkish 63 fleet, Their creeping galleys had us in the 

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