Bar. Welcome, great Calymath!
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]
Gov. Stay, Calymath! For I will show thee greater courtesy Than Barabas would have afforded thee.
Knight [within]. Sound a charge there! [A charge; the cable cut. Barabas falls into a caldron.
Enter Martin Del Bosco and Knights. [158]
Caly. How now, what means this!
Bar. Help, help me, Christians, help.
Gov. See, Calymath, this was devised for thee.