see the governor a slave,
And, rowing in a galley, whipt to death.

Enter CALYMATH, BASSOES, [182] and TURKS.

CALYMATH. Whom have we there? a spy?

BARABAS. Yes, my good lord, one that can spy a place
Where you may enter, and surprize the town:
My name is Barabas; I am a Jew.

CALYMATH. Art thou that Jew whose goods we heard were sold
For tribute-money?

BARABAS. The very same, my lord:
And since that time they have hir'd a slave, my man,
To accuse me of a thousand villanies:
I was imprisoned, but scap [']d their hands.

CALYMATH. Didst break prison?

BARABAS. No, no:
I drank of poppy and cold mandrake juice;
And being asleep, belike they thought me dead,
And threw me o'er the walls: so, or how else,
The Jew is here, and rests at your command.

CALYMATH. 'Twas bravely done: but tell me, Barabas,
Canst thou, as thou report'st, make Malta ours?

BARABAS. Fear not, my lord; for here, against the trench, [183]
The rock is hollow, and of purpose digg'd,
To make a passage for the running streams
And common channels [184] of the city.
Now, whilst you give assault unto the walls,
I'll lead five hundred soldiers through the vault,
And rise with them i' the middle of the town,
Open the gates for you to enter in;
And by this means the city is your own.

CALYMATH. If this be true, I'll make thee governor.

BARABAS. And, if it be not true, then let me die.

CALYMATH. Thou'st doom'd thyself.--Assault it presently.
[Exeunt.]

Alarums within. Enter CALYMATH, [185] BASSOES, TURKS, and
BARABAS; with FERNEZE and KNIGHTS prisoners.

CALYMATH. Now vail [186] your pride, you captive Christians,
And kneel for mercy to your conquering foe:
Now where's the hope you had of haughty Spain?
Ferneze, speak; had it not been much better
To kept [187] thy promise than be thus surpris'd?

FERNEZE. What should I say? we are captives, and must yield.

CALYMATH. Ay, villains, you must yield, and under Turkish yokes
Shall groaning bear the burden of our ire:--
And, Barabas, as erst we promis'd thee,
For thy desert we make thee governor;
Use them at thy discretion.

BARABAS. Thanks, my lord.

FERNEZE. O fatal day, to fall into the hands
Of such a traitor and unhall