_Carp._ We shall, my lord, and thank you. [_Exeunt._
_Bar._ And, if you like them, drink your fill and die: 10 For so I live, perish may all the world. Now Selim Calymath return me word That thou wilt come, and I am satisfied. Now, sirrah, what, will he come?
_Mess._ He will; and has commanded all his men To come ashore, and march through Malta streets, That thou mayest feast them in thy citadel.
_Bar._ Then now are all things as my wish would have 'em, There wanteth nothing but the Governor's pelf, And see, he brings it. 20
_Gov._ With free consent, a hundred thousand pounds.
_Bar._ Pounds say'st thou, Governor? well, since it is no more, I'll satisfy myself with that; nay, keep it still, For if I keep not promise, trust not me. And, Governor, now take my policy: First, for his army, they are sent before, Entered the monastery, and underneath In several places are field-pieces pitched, Bombards, whole barrels full of gunpowder, 30 That on the sudden shall dissever it, And batter all the stones about their ears, Whence none can possibly escape alive: Now as for Calymath and his consorts, Here have I made a dainty gallery, The floor whereof, this cable being cut, Doth fall asunder; so that it doth sink Into a deep pit past recovery. Here, hold that knife, and when thou seest he comes, And with his bassoes shall be blithely set, 40 A warning-piece shall be shot off from the tower, To give thee knowledge when to cut the cord And fire the house; say, will not this be brave?
_Gov._ O excellent! here, hold thee, Barabas, I trust thy word, take what I promised thee.
_Bar._ No, Governor, I'll satisfy thee first, Thou shalt not live in doubt of anything. Stand close, for here they come [Governor _retires_]. Why, is not this A kingly kind of trade to purchase towns By treachery and sell 'em by deceit? 50 Now tell me, worldlings, underneath the sun[156] If greater falsehood ever has been done?
_Caly._ Come, my companion bassoes; see, I pray, How busy Barabas is there above To entertain us in his gallery; Let us salute him. Save thee, Barabas!
_Gov._ How the slave jeers at him. [_Aside._
_Bar._ Will 't please thee, mighty Selim Calymath, To ascend our homely stairs? 60
_Caly._ I, Barabas; Come, bassoes, attend.[157]