Till Titus and Vespasian conquer’d us)
Am I become as wealthy as I was.
They hoped my daughter would have been a nun;
But she’s at home, and I have bought a house
As great and fair as is the Governor’s:
And there, in spite of Malta, will I dwell,
Having Ferneze’s hand; whose heart I’ll have,
Aye, and his son’s too, or it shall go hard.
I am not of the tribe of Levi, I,
That can so soon forget an injury.