F. Jac. Why, stricken him that would have struck at me.
Bar. Who is it? Barnardine? now out, alas! he's slain.
Itha. I, master, he's slain; look how his brains drop out on's nose.
F. Jac. Good sirs, I have done't, but nobody knows it but you two—I may escape.21
Bar. So might my man and I hang with you for company.
Itha. No, let us bear him to the magistrates.
F. Jac. Good Barabas, let me go.
Bar. No, pardon me; the law must have its course. I must be forced to give in evidence, That being importuned by this Barnardine To be a Christian, I shut him out, And there he sat: now I, to keep my word,30 And give my goods and substance to your house, Was up thus early; with intent to go Unto your friary, because you stayed.
Itha. Fie upon 'em, master; will you turn Christian when holy friars turn devils and murder one another?
Bar. No, for this example I'll remain a Jew: Heaven bless me; what! a friar a murderer? When shall you see a Jew commit the like?