Itha. I carried it, I confess; but who writ it? Marry, even he that strangled Barnardine, poisoned the nuns, and his own daughter.
Gov. Away with him, his sight is death to me.
Bar. For what, you men of Malta? hear me speak: She is a courtesan, and he a thief, And he my bondman. Let me have law, For none of this can prejudice my life.40
Gov. Once more, away with him; you shall have law.
Bar. Devils, do your worst, I live in spite of you. [Aside. As these have spoke, so be it to their souls!— I hope the poisoned flowers will work anon. [Aside. [Exeunt.
Enter the Mother of Mathias.
Mother. Was my Mathias murdered by the Jew? Ferneze, 'twas thy son that murdered him.
Gov. Be patient, gentle madam, it was he. He forged the daring challenge made them fight.
Mother. Where is the Jew? where is that murderer?
Gov. In prison till the law has past on him.50