made a reasonable market; let's away.           [Exeunt OFFICERS with SLAVES.]       BARABAS. Now let me know thy name, and therewithal Thy birth, condition, and profession. ITHAMORE. Faith, sir, my birth is but mean; my name's Ithamore; my profession what you please. BARABAS. Hast thou no trade? then listen to my words, And I will teach [thee] that shall stick by thee:      First, be thou void of these affections, Compassion, love, vain hope, and heartless fear; Be mov'd at nothing, see thou pity none, But to thyself smile when the Christians moan. ITHAMORE. O, brave, master! 78 I worship your nose 79 for this. BARABAS. As for myself, I walk abroad o' nights, And kill sick people groaning under walls:      Sometimes I go about and poison wells; And now and then, to cherish Christian thieves, I am content to lose some of my crowns, That I may, walking in my gallery, See 'em go pinion'd along by my door. Being young, I studied physic, and began To practice first upon the Italian; There I enrich'd the priests with burials, And always kept the sexton's arms in ure 80 With digging graves and ringing dead men's knells:      And, after that, was I an engineer, And in the wars 'twixt France and Germany, Under pretence of helping Charles the Fifth, Slew friend and enemy with my stratagems:      Then, after that, was I an usurer, And with extorting, cozening, forfeiting, And tricks belonging unto brokery, I fill'd the gaols with bankrupts in a year, And with young orphans planted hospitals; And every moon made some or other mad, And now and then one hang himself for grief, Pinning upon his breast a long great scroll How I with interest tormented him. But mark how I am blest for plaguing them;—      I have as much coin as will buy the town. But tell me now, how hast thou spent thy time? ITHAMORE. Faith, master, In setting Christian villages on fire, Chaining of eunuchs, binding galley-slaves.      One time I was an hostler in an inn, And in the night-time secretly would I steal To travellers' chambers, and there cut their throats:      Once at Jerusalem, where the pilgrims kneel'd, I strewed powder on the marble stones, And therewithal their knees would rankle so, That I have laugh'd a-good 81 to see the cripples Go limping home to Christendom on stilts. BARABAS. Why, this is something:  make account of me As of thy fellow; we are villains both; Both circumcised; we hate Christians both:      Be true and secret; thou shalt want no gold. But stand aside; here comes Don Lodowick. Enter LODOWICK. 82 LODOWICK. O, 

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