und, I could, and would have it;
but he hides and buries it up, as partridges do their eggs,
under the earth.

PILIA-BORZA. And is't not possible to find it out?

ITHAMORE. By no means possible.

BELLAMIRA. What shall we do with this base villain, then?
[Aside to PILIA-BORZA.]

PILIA-BORZA. Let me alone; do but you speak him fair.--
[Aside to her.]
But you know [152] some secrets of the Jew,
Which, if they were reveal'd, would do him harm.

ITHAMORE. Ay, and such as--go to, no more! I'll make him [153]
send me half he has, and glad he scapes so too: I'll write unto
him; we'll have money straight.

PILIA-BORZA. Send for a hundred crowns at least.

ITHAMORE. Ten hundred thousand crowns.--[writing] MASTER BARABAS,--

PILIA-BORZA. Write not so submissively, but threatening him.

ITHAMORE. [writing] SIRRAH BARABAS, SEND ME A HUNDRED CROWNS.

PILIA-BORZA. Put in two hundred at least.

ITHAMORE. [writing] I CHARGE THEE SEND ME THREE HUNDRED BY THIS
BEARER, AND THIS SHALL BE YOUR WARRANT: IF YOU DO NOT--NO MORE,
BUT SO.

PILIA-BORZA. Tell him you will confess.

ITHAMORE. [writing] OTHERWISE I'LL CONFESS ALL.--
Vanish, and return in a twinkle.

PILIA-BORZA. Let me alone; I'll use him in his kind.

ITHAMORE. Hang him, Jew!
[Exit PILIA-BORZA with the letter.]

BELLAMIRA. Now, gentle Ithamore, lie in my lap.--
Where are my maids? provide a cunning [154] banquet;
Send to the merchant, bid him bring me silks;
Shall Ithamore, my love, go in such rags?

ITHAMORE. And bid the jeweller come hither too.

BELLAMIRA. I have no husband; sweet, I'll marry thee.

ITHAMORE. Content: but we will leave this paltry land,
And sail from hence to Greece, to lovely Greece;--
I'll be thy Jason, thou my golden fleece;--
Where painted carpets o'er the meads are hurl'd,
And Bacchus' vineyards overspread the world;
Where woods and forests go in goodly green;--
I'll be Adonis, thou shalt be Love's Queen;--
The meads, the orchards, and the primrose-lanes,
Instead of sedge and reed, bear sugar-canes:
Thou in those groves, by Dis above,
Shalt live with me, and be my love. [155]

BELLAMIRA. Whither will I not go with gentle Ithamore?

Re-enter PILIA-BORZA.

ITHAMORE. How now!