Pilia. I know enough, and therefore talk not to me of your counting-house. The gold, or know, Jew, it is in my power to hang thee.41
Bar. I am betrayed. [Aside. 'Tis not five hundred crowns that I esteem, I am not moved at that: this angers me, That he who knows I love him as myself, Should write in this imperious vein. Why, sir, You know I have no child, and unto whom Should I leave all but unto Ithamore?
Pilia. Here's many words, but no crowns: the crowns!
Bar. Commend me to him, sir, most humbly,50 And unto your good mistress, as unknown.
Pilia. Speak, shall I have 'em, sir?
Bar. Sir, here they are. O, that I should part with so much gold! [Aside. Here, take 'em, fellow, with as good a will—— As I would see thee hang'd [Aside]; O, love stops my breath: Never loved man servant as I do Ithamore.
Pilia. I know it, sir.
Bar. Pray, when, sir, shall I see you at my house?
Pilia. Soon enough, to your cost, sir. Fare you well. [Exit.60
Bar. Nay, to thine own cost, villain, if thou com'st. Was ever Jew tormented as I am? To have a shag-rag knave to come,— Three hundred crowns,—and then five hundred crowns! Well, I must seek a means to rid 'em all, And presently; for in his villainy He will tell all he knows, and I shall die for it. I have it: I will in some disguise go see the slave, And how the villain revels with my gold.70 [Exit.