[Aside.]       LODOWICK. I like it much the better. BARABAS. So do I too. LODOWICK. How shews it by night? BARABAS. Outshines Cynthia's rays:—      You'll like it better far o' nights than days.           [Aside.]       LODOWICK. And what's the price? BARABAS. Your life, an if you have it [Aside].—O my lord, We will not jar about the price:  come to my house, And I will give't your honour—with a vengeance.           [Aside.]       LODOWICK. No, Barabas, I will deserve it first. BARABAS. Good sir, Your father has deserv'd it at my hands, Who, of mere charity and Christian ruth, To bring me to religious purity, And, as it were, in catechising sort, To make me mindful of my mortal sins, Against my will, and whether I would or no, Seiz'd all I had, and thrust me out o' doors, And made my house a place for nuns most chaste. LODOWICK. No doubt your soul shall reap the fruit of it. BARABAS. Ay, but, my lord, the harvest is far off:      And yet I know the prayers of those nuns And holy friars, having money for their pains, Are wondrous;—and indeed do no man good;—           [Aside.]      And, seeing they are not idle, but still doing,      'Tis likely they in time may reap some fruit, I mean, in fullness of perfection. LODOWICK. Good Barabas, glance not at our holy nuns.       BARABAS. No, but I do it through a burning zeal,—      Hoping ere long to set the house a-fire; For, though they do a while increase and multiply, I'll have a saying to that nunnery.— 71           [Aside.]      As for the diamond, sir, I told you of, Come home, and there's no price shall make us part, Even for your honourable father's sake,—      It shall go hard but I will see your death.—           [Aside.]      But now I must be gone to buy a slave. LODOWICK. And, Barabas, I'll bear thee company. BARABAS. Come, then; here's the market-place.—      What's the price of this slave? two hundred crowns! do the Turks weigh so much? FIRST OFFICER. Sir, that's his price. BARABAS. What, can he steal, that you demand so much? Belike he has some new trick for a purse; An if he has, he is worth three hundred plates, 72 So that, being bought, the town-seal might be got To keep him for his life-time from the gallows:      The sessions-day is critical to thieves, And few or none scape but by being purg'd. LODOWICK. Rat'st thou this Moor but at two hundred plates? FIRST OFFICER. No more, my lord. BARABAS. Why should this Turk be dearer than that Moor? FIRST OFFICER. Because he is young, and has more qualities. BARABAS. What, hast the philosopher's stone? an thou hast, break my 

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