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 That would for Lucars sake have sold my soule. A hundred for a hundred I have tane; And now for store of wealth may I compare With all the Jewes in Malta; but what is wealth? I am a Jew, and therefore am I lost. Would pennance serve for this my sinne, I could afford to whip my selfe to death.

Ith. And so could I; but pennance will not serve.

Bar. To fast, to pray, and weare a shirt of haire, And on my knees creepe to Jerusalem, Cellers of Wine, and Sollers full of Wheat, Ware-houses stuft with spices and with drugs, Whole Chests of Gold, in Bulloine, and in Coyne, Besides I know not how much weight in Pearle Orient and round, have I within my house; At Alexandria, Merchandize unsold: But yesterday two ships went from this Towne, Their voyage will be worth ten thousand Crownes. In Florence, Venice, Antwerpe, London, Ciuill, Frankeford, Lubecke, Mosco, and where not, Have I debts owing; and in most of these, Great summes of mony lying in the bancho; All this I'le give to some religious house So I may be baptiz'd and live therein.

1. Oh good Barabas come to our house.

2. Oh no, good Barabas come to our house. And Barabas, you know —

Bar. I know that I have highly sinn'd, You shall convert me, you shall have all my wealth.

1. Oh Barabas, their Lawes are strict.

Bar. I know they are, and I will be with you.

1. They weare no shirts, and they goe bare-foot too.

Bar. Then 'tis not for me; and I am resolv'd You shall confesse me, and have all my goods.

1. Good Barabas come to me.

Bar. You see I answer him, and yet he stayes; Rid him away, and goe you home with me.