Bar. He knows it already. [Aside.
Itha. 'Tis a strange thing of that Jew, he lives upon pickled grasshoppers and sauced mushrooms.
Bar. What a slave's this? the Governor feeds not as I do. [Aside.
Itha. He never put on clean shirt since he was circumcised.
Bar. O rascal! I change myself twice a day. [Aside.70
Itha. The hat he wears, Judas left under the elder [137] when he hanged himself.
Bar. 'Twas sent me for a present from the great Cham. [Aside.
Pilia. A musty [138] slave he is; whither now, fiddler?
Bar. Pardonnez moi, monsieur, me [139] be no well. [Exit.
Pilia. Farewell, fiddler: one letter more to the Jew.