Bar. I would you were his father too, sir; That's all the harm I wish you.—The slave looks Like a hog's-cheek new singed. [Aside.
Lod. Whither walk'st thou, Barabas?
Bar. No farther: 'tis a custom held with us, That when we speak with Gentiles like to you, We turn into the air to purge ourselves: For unto us the promise doth belong.
Lod. Well, Barabas, canst help me to a diamond?50
Bar. O, sir, your father had my diamonds. Yet I have one left that will serve your turn:— I mean my daughter: but ere he shall have her I'll sacrifice her on a pile of wood. I ha' the poison of the city [?] for him, And the white leprosy. [Aside.
Lod. What sparkle does it give without a foil?
Bar. The diamond that I talk of ne'er was foiled:— But when he touches it, he will be foiled:— [Aside. Lord Lodowick, it sparkles bright and fair.60
Lod. Is it square or pointed, pray let me know.
Bar. Pointed it is, good sir—but not for you. [Aside.
Lod. I like it much the better.