head with it, I'll forgive thee. SLAVE. 73 No, sir; I can cut and shave. BARABAS. Let me see, sirrah; are you not an old shaver? SLAVE. Alas, sir, I am a very youth! BARABAS. A youth! I'll buy you, and marry you to Lady Vanity, 74 if you do well. SLAVE. I will serve you, sir. BARABAS. Some wicked trick or other:  it may be, under colour of shaving, thou'lt cut my throat for my goods. Tell me, hast thou thy health well? SLAVE. Ay, passing well. BARABAS. So much the worse:  I must have one that's sickly, an't be but for sparing victuals:  'tis not a stone of beef a-day will maintain you in these chops.—Let me see one that's somewhat leaner. FIRST OFFICER. Here's a leaner; how like you him? BARABAS. Where wast thou born? ITHAMORE. In Thrace; brought up in Arabia. BARABAS. So much the better; thou art for my turn. An hundred crowns? I'll have him; there's the coin.           [Gives money.]       FIRST OFFICER. Then mark him, sir, and take him hence. BARABAS. Ay, mark him, you were best; for this is he That by my help shall do much villany.—           [Aside.]      My lord, farewell.—Come, sirrah; you are mine.—      As for the diamond, it shall be yours:      I pray, sir, be no stranger at my house; All that I have shall be at your command. Enter MATHIAS and KATHARINE. 75 MATHIAS. What make the Jew and Lodowick so private? I fear me 'tis about fair Abigail.           [Aside.]       BARABAS. [to LODOWICK.] Yonder comes Don Mathias; let us stay: 76 He loves my daughter, and she holds him dear; But I have sworn to frustrate both their hopes, And be reveng'd upon the—governor.           [Aside.]           [Exit LODOWICK.]       KATHARINE. This Moor is comeliest, is he not? speak, son. MATHIAS. No, this is the better, mother, view this well. BARABAS. Seem not to know me here before your mother, Lest she mistrust the match that is in hand:      When you have brought her home, come to my house;      Think of me as thy father:  son, farewell. MATHIAS. But wherefore talk'd Don Lodowick with you? BARABAS. Tush, man! we talk'd of diamonds, not of Abigail. KATHARINE. Tell me, Mathias, is not that the Jew? BARABAS. As for the comment on the Maccabees, I have it, sir, and 'tis at your command. MATHIAS. Yes, madam, and my talk with him was 77 About the borrowing of a book or two. KATHARINE. Converse not with him; he is cast off from heaven.—      Thou hast thy crowns, fellow.—Come, let's away. MATHIAS. Sirrah Jew, remember the book. BARABAS. Marry, will I, sir.           [Exeunt KATHARlNE and MATHIAS.]       FIRST OFFICER. Come, I have 

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