Itha. O, that ten thousand nights were put in one, that we might sleep seven years together afore we wake.
Bell. Come, amorous wag, first banquet, and then sleep.141 [Exeunt.
SCENE V.
Enter [127] Barabas, reading a letter.
Bar. "Barabas, send me three hundred crowns." Plain Barabas: O, that wicked courtesan! He was not wont to call me Barabas. "Or else I will confess:" I, there it goes: But if I get him, coupe de gorge, for that. He sent a shaggy tottered [128] staring slave, That when he speaks draws out his grisly beard, And winds it twice or thrice about his ear; [129] Whose face has been a grindstone for men's swords; His hands are hacked, some fingers cut quite off;10 Who, when he speaks, grunts like a hog, and looks Like one that is employed in catzerie [130] And crossbiting, [131]—such a rogue As is the husband to a hundred whores: And I by him must send three hundred crowns! Well, my hope is, he will not stay there still; And when he comes: O, that he were but here!
Enter Pilia-Borsa.
Pilia. Jew, I must have more gold.
Bar. Why, want'st thou any of thy tale?
Pilia. No; but three hundred will not serve his turn.20
Bar. Not serve his turn, sir?