BARABBAS.
Heaven bless us! what, a friar a murderer!
When shall you see a Jew commit the like?
ITHAMORE.
Why, a Turk could ha' done no more.
BARABBAS.
To morrow is the sessions, you shall to it.
Come, Ithamore, let's help to take him hence.
FRIAR.
Villains, I am a sacred person; touch me not.
BARABBAS.
The law shall touch you; we'll but led you, we.
'Las, I could weep at your calamity!