Scene, Malta. 

  

       THE JEW OF MALTA.     

           Enter MACHIAVEL. MACHIAVEL. Albeit the world think Machiavel is dead, Yet was his soul but flown beyond the Alps; And, now the Guise 11 is dead, is come from France, To view this land, and frolic with his friends. To some perhaps my name is odious; But such as love me, guard me from their tongues, And let them know that I am Machiavel, And weigh not men, and therefore not men's words. Admir'd I am of those that hate me most:      Though some speak openly against my books, Yet will they read me, and thereby attain To Peter's chair; and, when they cast me off, Are poison'd by my climbing followers. I count religion but a childish toy, And hold there is no sin but ignorance. Birds of the air will tell of murders past! I am asham'd to hear such fooleries. Many will talk of title to a crown:      What right had Caesar to the empery? 12 Might first made kings, and laws were then most sure When, like the Draco's, 13 they were writ in blood. Hence comes it that a strong-built citadel Commands much more than letters can import:      Which maxim had 14 Phalaris observ'd, H'ad never bellow'd, in a brazen bull, Of great ones' envy:  o' the poor petty wights Let me be envied and not pitied. But whither am I bound? I come not, I, To read a lecture here 15 in Britain, But to present the tragedy of a Jew, Who smiles to see how full his bags are cramm'd; Which money was not got without my means. I crave but this,—grace him as he deserves, And let him not be entertain'd the worse Because he favours me.           [Exit.] 

  

       ACT I. 16 

           BARABAS discovered in his counting-house, with heaps of gold before him. BARABAS. So that of thus much that return was made; And of the third part of the Persian ships There was the venture summ'd and satisfied. As for those Samnites, 17 and the men of Uz, That bought my Spanish oils and wines of Greece, Here have I purs'd their paltry silverlings. 18 Fie, what a trouble 'tis to count this trash! Well fare the Arabians, who so richly pay The things they traffic for with wedge of gold, Whereof a man may easily in a day Tell 19 that which may maintain him all his life. The needy groom, that never finger'd groat, Would make a miracle of thus much 

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