Itha. Nay, master, be ruled by me a little [Stands up the body]; so, let him lean upon his staff; excellent! he stands as if he were begging of bacon.
Bar. Who would not think but that this friar lived? What time o' night is't now, sweet Ithamore?
Itha. Towards one.30
Bar. Then will not Jacomo be long from hence. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.
Enter [115] Friar Jacomo.
F. Jac. This is the hour wherein I shall proceed; O happy hour, [116] wherein I shall convert An infidel, and bring his gold into our treasury! But soft, is not this Barnardine? it is; And, understanding I should come this way, Stands here a purpose, meaning me some wrong, And intercept my going to the Jew. Barnardine! Wilt thou not speak? thou think'st I see thee not; Away, I'd wish thee, and let me go by:10 No, wilt thou not? nay, then, I'll force my way; And see, a staff stands ready for the purpose: As thou lik'st that, stop me another time. [Strikes him and he falls.
Enter Barabas and Ithamore.
Bar. Why, how now, Jacomo, what hast thou done?