The Jew of Malta by Christopher Marlowe Terms Contents Preface PROLOGUE ... Footnotes ACT III nter BELLAMIRA.
BELLAMIRA. Since this town was besieg'd, my gain grows cold:
The time has been, that but for one bare night
A hundred ducats have been freely given;
But now against my will I must be chaste:
And yet I know my beauty doth not fail.
From Venice merchants, and from Padua
Were wont to come rare-witted gentlemen,
Scholars I mean, learned and liberal;
And now, save Pilia-Borza, comes there none,
And he is very seldom from my house; And here he comes. Enter PILIA-BORZA. PILIA-BORZA. Hold thee, wench, there's something for thee to spend. Shewing a bag of silver. BELLAMIRA. 'Tis silver; I disdain it. PILIA-BORZA. Ay, but the Jew has gold, And I will have it, or it shall go hard. BELLAMIRA. Tell me, how cam'st thou by this? PILIA-BORZA. Faith, walking the back-lanes, through the gardens, I chanced to cast mine eye up to the Jew's counting-house, where I saw some bags of money, and in the night I clambered up with my hooks; and, as I was taking my choice, I heard a rumbling in the house; so I took only this, and run my way.But here's the | |
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