Volume II Part 18 (1/2)
_Pilia._ Write for five hundred crowns.
_Itha._ [_Writing._] _Sirrah, Jew, as you love your life send me five hundred crowns, and give the bearer one hundred._ Tell him I must have 't.
_Pilia._ I warrant your wors.h.i.+p shall have 't.
_Itha._ And if he ask why I demand so much, tell him I scorn to write a line under a hundred crowns. 130
_Pilia._ You'd make a rich poet, sir. I am gone. [_Exit._
_Itha._ Take thou the money; spend it for my sake.
_Bell._ 'Tis not thy money, but thyself I weigh: Thus Bellamira esteems of gold. [_Throws it on the floor._ But thus of thee. [_Kisses him._
_Itha._ That kiss again; she runs division[126] of my lips.
What an eye she casts on me? It twinkles like a star.
_Bell._ Come, my dear love, let's in and sleep together.
_Itha._ O, that ten thousand nights were put in one, that we might sleep seven years together afore we wake.
_Bell._ Come, amorous wag, first banquet, and then sleep. 141 [_Exeunt._
SCENE V.
_Enter_[127] BARABAS, _reading a letter._
_Bar._ ”Barabas, send me three hundred crowns.”
Plain Barabas: O, that wicked courtesan!
He was not wont to call me Barabas.
”Or else I will confess:” I, there it goes: But if I get him, _coupe de gorge_, for that.
He sent a s.h.a.ggy tottered[128] staring slave, That when he speaks draws out his grisly beard, And winds it twice or thrice about his ear;[129]
Whose face has been a grindstone for men's swords; His hands are hacked, some fingers cut quite off; 10 Who, when he speaks, grunts like a hog, and looks Like one that is employed in catzerie[130]
And crossbiting,[131]--such a rogue As is the husband to a hundred wh.o.r.es: And I by him must send three hundred crowns!
Well, my hope is, he will not stay there still; And when he comes: O, that he were but here!
_Enter_ PILIA-BORSA.
_Pilia._ Jew, I must have more gold.
_Bar._ Why, want'st thou any of thy tale?
_Pilia._ No; but three hundred will not serve his turn. 20
_Bar._ Not serve his turn, sir?
_Pilia._ No, sir; and, therefore, I must have five hundred more.