_Itha._ And bid the jeweller come hither too.
_Bell._ I have no husband, sweet; I'll marry thee.
_Itha._ 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 hurled, And Bacchus' vineyards overspread the world; Where woods and forests go in goodly green, I'll be Adonis, thou shalt be Love's Queen. 100 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.
_Bell._ Whither will I not go with gentle Ithamore?
_Itha._ But came it freely? did the cow give down her milk freely?
_Pilia._ At reading of the letter, he stared and stamped and turned aside. I took him by the beard,[124] and looked upon him thus; told him he were best to send it; then he hugged and embraced me. 113
_Pilia._ Then, like a Jew, he laughed and jeered, and told me he loved me for your sake, and said what a faithful servant you had been.
_Itha._ The more villain he to keep me thus; here's goodly 'parel, is there not?
_Pilia._ To conclude, he gave me ten crowns. 120
_Itha._ But ten? I'll not leave him worth a grey groat. Give me a ream[125] of paper; we'll have a kingdom of gold for 't.
_Itha._ [_Writing._] _Sirrah, Jew, as you love your life send me five hundred crowns, and give the bearer one hundred._ Tell him I must have 't.
_Pilia._ I warrant your worship shall have 't.
_Itha._ And if he ask why I demand so much, tell him I scorn to write a line under a hundred crowns. 130
_Pilia._ You'd make a rich poet, sir. I am gone. [_Exit._
_Itha._ Take thou the money; spend it for my sake.
_Bell._ 'Tis not thy money, but thyself I weigh: Thus Bellamira esteems of gold. [_Throws it on the floor._ But thus of thee. [_Kisses him._
_Itha._ That kiss again; she runs division[126] of my lips. What an eye she casts on me? It twinkles like a star.
_Bell._ Come, my dear love, let's in and sleep together.
_Itha._ O, that ten thousand nights were put in one, that we might sleep seven years together afore we wake.
_Bell._ Come, amorous wag, first banquet, and then sleep. 141 [_Exeunt._
_Enter_[127] BARABAS, _reading a letter._