for this my sin, I could afford to whip myself to death,— ITHAMORE. And so could I; but penance will not serve. BARABAS. To fast, to pray, and wear a shirt of hair, And on my knees creep to Jerusalem. Cellars of wine, and sollars 131 full of wheat, Warehouses stuff'd with spices and with drugs, Whole chests of gold in bullion and in coin, Besides, I know not how much weight in pearl Orient and round, have I within my house; At Alexandria merchandise untold; 132 But yesterday two ships went from this town, Their voyage will be worth ten thousand crowns; In Florence, Venice, Antwerp, London, Seville, Frankfort, Lubeck, Moscow, and where not, Have I debts owing; and, in most of these, Great sums of money lying in the banco; All this I'll give to some religious house, So I may be baptiz'd, and live therein. FRIAR JACOMO. O good Barabas, come to our house! FRIAR BARNARDINE. O, no, good Barabas, come to our house! And, Barabas, you know— BARABAS. I know that I have highly sinn'd: You shall convert me, you shall have all my wealth. FRIAR JACOMO. O Barabas, their laws are strict! BARABAS. I know they are; and I will be with you. FRIAR BARNARDINE. They wear no shirts, and they go bare-foot too. BARABAS. Then 'tis not for me; and I am resolv'd You shall confess me, and have all my goods. FRIAR JACOMO. Good Barabas, come to me. BARABAS. You see I answer him, and yet he stays; Rid him away, and go you home with me. FRIAR JACOMO. I'll be with you to-night. BARABAS. Come to my house at one o'clock this night. FRIAR JACOMO. You hear your answer, and you may be gone. FRIAR BARNARDINE. Why, go, get you away. FRIAR JACOMO. I will not go for thee. FRIAR BARNARDINE. Not! then I'll make thee go. FRIAR JACOMO. How! dost call me rogue? [They fight.] ITHAMORE. Part 'em, master, part 'em. BARABAS. This is mere frailty: brethren, be content.— Friar Barnardine, go you with Ithamore: You know my mind; let me alone with him. FRIAR JACOMO. Why does he go to thy house? let him be gone. 133 BARABAS. I'll give him something, and so stop his mouth. [Exit ITHAMORE with Friar BARNARDINE.] I never heard of any man but he Malign'd the order of the Jacobins: But do you think that I believe his words? Why, brother, you converted Abigail; And I am bound in charity to requite it, And so I will. O Jacomo, fail not, but come. FRIAR JACOMO. But, Barabas, who shall be your godfathers? For presently you shall be shriv'd. BARABAS. Marry, the Turk 134 shall be one of my godfathers,
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