twice or thrice about his ear;
Whose face has been a grind-stone for men's swords;
His hands are hack'd, some fingers cut quite off;
Who, when he speaks, grunts like a hog, and looks
Like one that is employ'd in catzery [161]
And cross-biting; [162] such a rogue
As is the husband to a hundred whores;
And I by him must send three hundred crowns.
Well, my hope is, he will not stay there still;
And, when he comes--O, that he were but here!

Enter PILIA-BORZA.

PILIA-BORZA. Jew, I must ha' more gold.

BARABAS. Why, want'st thou any of thy tale? [163]

PILIA-BORZA. No; but three hundred will not serve his turn.

BARABAS. Not serve his turn, sir!

PILIA-BORZA.
No, sir; and therefore I must have five hundred more.

BARABAS. I'll rather----

PILIA-BORZA. O, good words, sir, and send it you were best! see,
there's his letter.
[Gives letter.]

BARABAS. Might he not as well come as send? pray, bid him come
and fetch it: what he writes for you, [164] ye shall have
straight.

PILIA-BORZA. Ay, and the rest too, or else----

BARABAS. I must make this villain away [Aside].--Please you dine
with me, sir--and you shall be most heartily poisoned.
[Aside.]

PILIA-BORZA. No, God-a-mercy. Shall I have these crowns?

BARABAS. I cannot do it; I have lost my keys.

PILIA-BORZA. O, if that be all, I can pick ope your locks.

BARABAS.
Or climb up to my counting-house window: you know my meaning.

PILIA-BORZA. I know enough, and therefore talk not to me of
your counting-house. The gold! or know, Jew, it is in my power
to hang thee.

BARABAS. I am betray'd.--
[Aside.]
'Tis not five hundred crowns that I esteem;
I am not mov'd at that: this angers me,
That he, who knows I love him as myself,
Should write in this imperious vein. Why, sir,
You know I have no child, and unto whom
Should I leave all, but unto Ithamore?

PILIA-BORZA. Here's many words, but no crowns: the crowns!

BARABAS. Commend me to him, sir, most humbly,
And unto your good mistress as unknown.

PILIA-BORZA. Speak, shall I have 'em, sir?

BARABAS. Sir, here they are.--
[Gives money.]
O, that I should part [165] with so much gold!--
[Aside.]
Here, take 'em,