Bar. And so has she done you, even from a child.
Lod. And now I can no longer hold my mind.
Bar. Nor I the affection that I bear to you.
Lod. This is thy diamond, tell me shall I have it?
Bar. Win it, and wear it, it is yet unsoiled. O! but I know your lordship would disdain To marry with the daughter of a Jew; And yet I'll give her many a golden cross[75] With Christian posies round about the ring.300
Lod. Tis not thy wealth, but her that I esteem. Yet crave I thy consent.
Bar. And mine you have, yet let me talk to her.— This offspring of Cain, this Jebusite, That never tasted of the Passover, Nor e'er shall see the land of Canaan, Nor our Messias that is yet to come; This gentle maggot, Lodowick, I mean, Must be deluded: let him have thy hand, But keep thy heart till Don Mathias comes. [Aside.310
Abig. What, shall I be betrothed to Lodowick?
Bar. It's no sin to deceive a Christian; For they themselves hold it a principle, Faith is not to be held with heretics; But all are heretics that are not Jews; This follows well, and therefore, daughter, fear not. [Aside. I have entreated her, and she will grant.
Lod. Then, gentle Abigail, plight thy faith to me.