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 But you know some secrets of the Jew, which if they were Reveal'd, would doe him harme.

Ith. I, and such as—Goe to, no more, I'le make him send me half he has, & glad he scapes so too. Pen and Inke: I'le write vnto him, we'le have mony strait.

Pil, Send for a hundred Crownes at least.

Ith. Ten hundred thousand crownes,— Mr. Barabas.

Pil. Write not so submissively, but threatning him.

Ith. Sirra Barabas, send me a hundred crownes.

Pil. Put in two hundred at least.

Ith. I charge thee send me 300 by this bearer, and this Shall be your warrant; if you doe not, no more but so.

Pil. Tell him you will confesse.

Ith. Otherwise I'le confesse all, vanish and returne in a Twinckle.

Pil. Let me alone, I'le use him in his kinde.

Ith. Hang him Jew.

Curt. Now, gentle Ithimore, lye in my lap. Where are my Maids? provide a running Banquet; Send to the Merchant, bid him bring me silkes, Shall Ithimore my love goe in such rags?

Ith. And bid the Jeweller come hither too.

Curt. I have no husband, sweet, I'le marry thee.

Ith. Content, but we will leave this paltry land, And saile from hence to Greece, to lovely Greece, I'le be thy Jason, thou my golden Fleece; Where painted Carpets o're the meads are hurl'd, And Bacchus vineyards ore-spread the world: Where Woods and Forrests goe in goodly greene, I'le be Adonis, thou shalt be Loves Queene. The Meads, the Orchards, and the Primrose lanes, Instead of Sedge and Reed, beare Sugar Canes: Thou in those Groves, by Dis above, Shalt live with me and be my love. Curt. Whither will I not goe with gentle Ithimore?