Itha. In Thrace; brought up in Arabia.
Bar. So much the better, thou art for my turn, An hundred crowns, I'll have him; there's the coin.
1 Off. Then mark him, sir, and take him hence.
Bar. I, mark him, you were best, for this is he That by my help shall do much villainy. [Aside. My lord, farewell: Come, sirrah, you are mine. As for the diamond, it shall be yours; I pray, sir, be no stranger at my house, All that I have shall be at your command.140
Enter Mathias and his Mother. [64]
Math. What makes the Jew and Lodowick so private? I fear me 'tis about fair Abigail.
Bar. Yonder comes Don Mathias, let us stay; [65] [Exit Lodowick. He loves my daughter, and she holds him dear: But I have sworn to frustrate both their hopes, And be revenged upon the Governor.
Moth. This Moor is comeliest, is he not? speak, son.
Math. No, this is the better, mother; view this well.
Bar. Seem not to know me here before your mother, Lest she mistrust the match that is in hand:150 When you have brought her home, come to my house; Think of me as thy father; son, farewell.