Barabas Monologue from The Jew of Malta

From The Jew of Malta by Christopher Marlowe

male · dark · 1:01 min

I know it: yet, I say, make love to him; Do, it is requisite it should be so.-- Nay, on my life, it is my factor's hand; But go you in, I'll think upon the account. The account is made, for Lodovico dies. My factor sends me word a merchant's fled That owes me for a hundred tun of wine: I weigh it thus much! I have wealth enough; For now by this has he kiss'd Abigail, And she vows love to him, and he to her. As sure as heaven rain'd manna for the Jews, So sure shall he and Don Mathias die: His father was my chiefest enemy. Whither goes Don Mathias? stay a while.

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