Math. I must and will, sir; there's no remedy.
Lod. And so will I too, or it shall go hard. Farewell, Mathias.
Math. Farewell, Lodowick. [Exeunt severally.
ACT THE SECOND.
SCENE I.
Enter [40] Barabas with a light.
Bar. Thus, [41] like the sad presaging raven, that tolls The sick man's passport in her hollow beak, And in the shadow of the silent night Doth shake contagion from her sable wings; Vexed and tormented runs poor Barabas With fatal curses towards these Christians The uncertain pleasures of swift-footed time Have ta'en their flight, and left me in despair; And of my former riches rests no more But bare remembrance, like a soldier's scar,10 That has no further comfort for his maim. O thou, that with a fiery pillar led'st The sons of Israel through the dismal shades, Light Abraham's offspring; and direct the hand Of Abigail this night; or let the day Turn to eternal darkness after this: No sleep can fasten on my watchful eyes, Nor quiet enter my distempered thoughts, Till I have answer of my Abigail.
Enter Abigail above.