LODOWICK. O, Barabas, well met;
Where is the diamond you told me of?

BARABAS. I have it for you, sir: please you walk in with me.--
What, ho, Abigail! open the door, I say!

Enter ABIGAIL, with letters.

ABIGAIL. In good time, father; here are letters come
>From Ormus, and the post stays here within.

BARABAS. Give me the letters.--Daughter, do you hear?
Entertain Lodowick, the governor's son,
With all the courtesy you can afford,
Provided that you keep your maidenhead:
Use him as if he were a Philistine;
Dissemble, swear, protest, vow love to him:<83>
He is not of the seed of Abraham.--
[Aside to her.]
I am a little busy, sir; pray, pardon me.--
Abigail, bid him welcome for my sake.

ABIGAIL. For your sake and his own he's welcome hither.

BARABAS. Daughter, a word more: kiss him, speak him fair,
And like a cunning Jew so cast about,
That ye be both made sure<84> ere you come out.
[Aside to her.]

ABIGAIL. O father, Don Mathias is my love!