Bar. Yes, my good lord, one that can spy a place Where you may enter, and surprise the town: My name is Barabas: I am a Jew.
Caly. Art thou that Jew whose goods we heard were sold For tribute-money?
Bar. The very same, my lord: And since that time they have hired a slave, my man, To accuse me of a thousand villanies: I was imprisoned, but escaped their hands.
Caly. Did'st break prison?80
Bar. No, no; I drank of poppy and cold mandrake juice: [142] And being asleep, belike they thought me dead, And threw me o'er the walls: so, or how else, The Jew is here, and rests at your command.
Caly. 'Twas bravely done: but tell me, Barabas, Canst thou, as thou report'st, make Malta ours?
Bar. Fear not, my lord, for here against the sluice, [143] The rock is hollow, and of purpose digged, To make a passage for the running streams90 And common channels of the city. Now, whilst you give assault unto the walls, I'll lead five hundred soldiers through the vault, And rise with them i' the middle of the town, Open the gates for you to enter in, And by this means the city is your own.
Caly. If this be true, I'll make thee governor.
Bar. And if it be not true, then let me die.
Caly. Thou'st doomed thyself. Assault it presently. [Exeunt.