The Jew of Malta

I cannot choose, seeing my father bids

Nothing but death shall part my love and me

BARABAS. Now I remember those old women's words

Who in my wealth would tell me winter's tales,

And speak of spirits and ghosts that glide by night

About the place where treasure hath been hid:

And now methinks that I am one of those;

Who in my wealth would tell me winter's tales,

And speak of spirits and ghosts that glide by night

About the place where treasure hath been hid:

And now methinks that I am one of those;

For, whilst I live, here lives my soul's sole hope,

And, when I die, here shall my spirit walk.

BARABAS. Now I remember those old women's words,