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 Open the gates for you to enter in, And by this meanes the City is your owne.

Caly. If this be true, I'le make thee Governor.

Jew. And if it be not true, then let me dye.

Caly. Thou'st doom'd thy selfe, assault it presently.

Alarmes. Enter Turkes, Barabas, Governour, and Knights prisoners.

Caly. Now vaile your pride you captive Christians, And kneele for mercy to your conquering foe: Now where's the hope you had of haughty Spaine? Ferneze, speake, had it not beene much better To kept thy promise then be thus surpriz'd?

Gov. What should I say, we are captives and must yeeld.

Caly. I, villains, you must yeeld, and under Turkish yokes Shall groning beare the burthen of our ire; And Barabas, as erst we promis'd thee, For thy desert we make the Governor, Use them at thy discretion.

Bar. Thankes, my Lord.

Gov. Oh fatall day to fall into the hands Of such a Traitor and unhallowed Jew! What greater misery could heaven inflict?

Caly. 'Tis our command: and Barabas, we give To guard thy person, these our Janizaries: Intreat them well, as we haue vsed thee. And now, brave Bashawes, come, wee'll walke about The ruin'd Towne, and see the wracke we made: Farewell brave Jew, farewell great Barabas.

Bar. May all good fortune follow Calymath. And now, as entrance to our safety, To prison with the Governour and these Captaines, his consorts and confederates.

Gov. Oh villaine, Heaven will be reveng'd on thee.

Bar. A way, no more, let him not trouble me. Thus hast thou gotten, by thy policie,