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 But take it to you i'th devils name.

Gov. Come, let us in, and gather of these goods The mony for this tribute of the Turke.

1 Knight, 'Tis necessary that be look'd unto: For if we breake our day, we breake the league, And that will prove but simple policie.

Bar. I, policie? that's their profession, And not simplicity, as they suggest. The plagues of Egypt, and the curse of heaven, Earths barrennesse, and all mens hatred Inflict upon them, thou great Primas Motor. And here upon my knees, striking the earth, I banne their soules to everlasting paines And extreme tortures of the fiery deepe, That thus have dealt with me in my distresse.

1 Jew. Oh yet be patient, gentle Barabas.

Bar. Oh silly brethren, borne to see this day! Why stand you thus unmou'd with my laments? Why weepe you not to thinke upon my wrongs? Why pine not I, and dye in this distresse?

1 Jew. Why, Barabas, as hardly can we brooke The cruell handling of our selves in this: Thou seest they have taken halfe our goods.

Bar. Why did you yeeld to their extortion? You were a multitude, and I but one, And of me onely have they taken all.

1 Jew. Yet brother Barabas remember Job,

Bar. What tell you me of Job? I wot his wealth Was written thus: he had seven thousand sheepe, Three thousand Camels, and two hundred yoake Of labouring Oxen, and five hundred Shee Asses: but for every one of those, Had they beene valued at indifferent rate, I had at home, and in mine Argosie And other ships that came from Egypt last, As much as would have bought his beasts and him, And yet have kept enough to live upon;