PILIA-BORZA. No; but three hundred will not serve his turn. BARABAS. Not serve his turn, sir! PILIA-BORZA. No, sir; and therefore I must have five hundred more. BARABAS. I'll rather——       PILIA-BORZA. O, good words, sir, and send it you were best! see, there's his letter.           [Gives letter.]       BARABAS. Might he not as well come as send? pray, bid him come and fetch it:  what he writes for you, 164 ye shall have straight. PILIA-BORZA. Ay, and the rest too, or else——       BARABAS. I must make this villain away [Aside].—Please you dine with me, sir—and you shall be most heartily poisoned.           [Aside.]       PILIA-BORZA. No, God-a-mercy. Shall I have these crowns? BARABAS. I cannot do it; I have lost my keys. PILIA-BORZA. O, if that be all, I can pick ope your locks. BARABAS. Or climb up to my counting-house window:  you know my meaning. PILIA-BORZA. I know enough, and therefore talk not to me of your counting-house. The gold! or know, Jew, it is in my power to hang thee. BARABAS. I am betray'd.—           [Aside.]      'Tis not five hundred crowns that I esteem; I am not mov'd at that:  this angers me, That he, who knows I love him as myself, Should write in this imperious vein. Why, sir, You know I have no child, and unto whom Should I leave all, but unto Ithamore? PILIA-BORZA. Here's many words, but no crowns:  the crowns! BARABAS. Commend me to him, sir, most humbly, And unto your good mistress as unknown. PILIA-BORZA. Speak, shall I have 'em, sir? BARABAS. Sir, here they are.—           [Gives money.]      O, that I should part 165 with so much gold!—           [Aside.]      Here, take 'em, fellow, with as good a will——      As I would see thee hang'd [Aside]. O, love stops my breath! Never lov'd man servant as I do Ithamore. PILIA-BORZA. I know it, sir. BARABAS. Pray, when, sir, shall I see you at my house? PILIA-BORZA. Soon enough to your cost, sir. Fare you well.           [Exit.]       BARABAS. Nay, to thine own cost, villain, if thou com'st! Was ever Jew tormented as I am? To have a shag-rag knave to come [force from me]      Three hundred crowns, and then five hundred crowns! Well; I must seek a means to rid 166 'em all, And presently; for in his villany He will tell all he knows, and I shall die for't. I have it:      I will in some disguise go see the slave, And how the villain revels with my gold.           [Exit.]            Enter BELLAMIRA, 167 ITHAMORE, and PILIA-BORZA. BELLAMIRA. I'll pledge thee, love, and therefore drink it off. ITHAMORE. Say'st thou me so? have at it! and do you hear?          

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