Barabas, well met; Where is the diamond you told me of? BARABAS. I have it for you, sir:  please you walk in with me.—      What, ho, Abigail! open the door, I say! Enter ABIGAIL, with letters. ABIGAIL. In good time, father; here are letters come      ]From Ormus, and the post stays here within. BARABAS. Give me the letters.—Daughter, do you hear? Entertain Lodowick, the governor's son, With all the courtesy you can afford, Provided that you keep your maidenhead:      Use him as if he were a Philistine; Dissemble, swear, protest, vow love to him: 83 He is not of the seed of Abraham.—           [Aside to her.]      I am a little busy, sir; pray, pardon me.—      Abigail, bid him welcome for my sake. ABIGAIL. For your sake and his own he's welcome hither. BARABAS. Daughter, a word more:  kiss him, speak him fair, And like a cunning Jew so cast about, That ye be both made sure 84 ere you come out.           [Aside to her.]       ABIGAIL. O father, Don Mathias is my love! BARABAS. I know it:  yet, I say, make love to him; Do, it is requisite it should be so.—           [Aside to her.]      Nay, on my life, it is my factor's hand; But go you in, I'll think upon the account.           [Exeunt ABIGAIL and LODOWICK into the house.]      The account is made, for Lodovico 85 dies. My factor sends me word a merchant's fled That owes me for a hundred tun of wine:      I weigh it thus much[snapping his fingers]! I have wealth enough; For now by this has he kiss'd Abigail, And she vows love to him, and he to her. As sure as heaven rain'd manna for the Jews, So sure shall he and Don Mathias die:      His father was my chiefest enemy. Enter MATHIAS. Whither goes Don Mathias? stay a while. MATHIAS. Whither, but to my fair love Abigail? BARABAS. Thou know'st, and heaven can witness it is true, That I intend my daughter shall be thine. MATHIAS. Ay, Barabas, or else thou wrong'st me much. BARABAS. O, heaven forbid I should have such a thought! Pardon me though I weep:  the governor's son Will, whether I will or no, have Abigail; He sends her letters, bracelets, jewels, rings. MATHIAS. Does she receive them? BARABAS. She! no, Mathias, no, but sends them back; And, when he comes, she locks herself up fast; Yet through the key-hole will he talk to her, While she runs to the window, looking out When you should come and hale him from the door. MATHIAS. O treacherous Lodowick! BARABAS. Even now, as I came home, he slipt me in, And I am sure he is with Abigail. MATHIAS. I'll rouse him thence. BARABAS. Not for all Malta; 

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