Enter Mathias.
Bar. Be quiet, Lodowick, it is enough That I have made thee sure to Abigail.
Lod. Well, let him go. [Exit.
Bar. Well, but for me, as you went in at doors340 You had been stabbed, but not a word on't now; Here must no speeches pass, nor swords be drawn.
Math. Suffer me, Barabas, but to follow him.
Bar. No; so shall I, if any hurt be done, Be made an accessary of your deeds; Revenge it on him when you meet him next.
Math. For this I'll have his heart.
Bar. Do so; lo here I give thee Abigail.
Math. What greater gift can poor Mathias have? Shall Lodowick rob me of so fair a love?350 My life is not so dear as Abigail.
Bar. My heart misgives me, that, to cross your love, He's with your mother, therefore after him.