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 They'll dye with griefe.

Ith. Doe you not sorrow for your daughters death?

Bar. No, but I grieve because she liv'd so long an Hebrew Catho diabola. Borne, and would become a Christian.

Ith. Look, look, Mr. here come two religious Caterpillers.

Bar. I smelt 'em e're they came.

Ith. God-a-mercy nose; come let's begone.

2 Fry. Stay wicked Jew, repent, I say, and stay.

1 Fry. Thou hast offended, therefore must be damn'd.

Bar. I feare they know we sent the poyson'd broth.

Ith, And so doe I, master, therefore speake 'em faire.

2. Barabas, thou hast

1. I, that thou hast

Bar. True, I have mony, what though I have?

2. Thou art a

1. I, that thou art a

Bar. What needs all this? I know I am a Jew.

2. Thy daughter

1. I, thy daughter,

Bar. Oh speake not of her, then I dye with griefe.

2. Remember that

1. I, remember that

Bar. I must needs say that I have beene a great usurer.

2. Thou hast committed

Bar. Fornication? but that was in another Country: And besides, the Wench is dead.

2. I, but Barabas remember Mathias and Don Lodowick.

Bar. Why, what of them?

2. I will not say that by a forged challenge they met.

Bar. She has confest, and we are both undone; My bosome inmates, but I must dissemble. Oh holy Fryars, the burthen of my sinnes Lye heavy on my soule; then pray you tell me, Is't not too late now to turne Christian? I have beene zealous in the Jewish faith, Hard harted to the poore, a covetous wretch,