Chapter XVIII: Act II: Scene I.498

_Enter_ BARABAS _with a light_.

_Bar._ Thus, like the sad presaging raven, that tolls
The sick man’s passport in her hollow beak,
And in the shadow of the silent night
Doth shake contagion from her sable wings,
Vex’d and tormented runs poor Barabas 5
With fatal curses towards these Christians.
The incertain pleasures of swift-footed Time
Have ta’en their flight, and left me in despair;
And of my former riches rests no more
But bare remembrance, like a soldier’s scar, 10
That has no further comfort for his maim.
O thou, that with a fiery pillar led’st
The sons of Israel through the dismal shades,
Light Abraham’s offspring, and direct the hand
Of Abigail this night; or let the day 15
Turn to eternal darkness after this!
No sleep can fasten on my watchful eyes,
Nor quiet enter my distemper’d thoughts,
Till I have answer of my Abigail.

_Enter_ ABIGAIL, _above_.

_Abig._ Now have I happily espi’d a time 20
To search the plank my father did appoint;
And here behold, unseen, where I have found
The gold, the pearls, and jewels, which he hid.

_Bar._ Now I remember those old women’s words, 24
Who in my wealth[499] 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. 30

_Abig._ Now that my father’s fortune were so good
As but to be about this happy place!
’T is not so happy: yet when we parted last,
He said he would attend me in the morn.
Then, gentle sleep, where’er his body rests, 35
Give charge to Morpheus that he may dream
A golden dream, and of the sudden walk,[500]
Come and receive the treasure I have found.

_Bar. Bueno para todos mi ganado no era._[501]
As good go on as sit so sadly thus. 40
But stay, what star shines yonder in the east?
The loadstar of my life, if Abigail.
Who’s there?

_Abig._ Who’s that?

_Bar._ Peace, Abigail, ’t is I.

_Abig._ Then, father, here receive thy happiness.

_Bar._ Hast thou ’t? _She throws down bags._

_Abig._ Here, hast thou ’t? There’s more, and
more, and more. 45

_Bar._ O my girl,
My gold, my fortune, my felicity!
Strength to my soul, death to mine enemy!
Welcome the first beginner of my bliss! 50
O Abigail, Abigail, that I had thee here too!
Then my desires were fully satisfied:
But I will practise thy enlargement thence.
O girl! O gold! O beauty! O my bliss!
_Hugs his bags._

_Abig._ Father, it draweth towards midnight now, 55
And ’bout this time the nuns begin to wake;
To shun suspicion, therefore, let us part.

_Bar._ Farewell, my joy, and by my fingers take
A kiss from him that sends it from his soul.
[_Exit_ ABIGAIL, _above_.]
Now Phœbus ope the eyelids of the day, 60
And for the raven wake the morning lark,
That I may hover with her in the air;
Singing o’er these, as she does o’er her young,
_Hermoso placer de los dineros._[502] _Exit._

[SCENE II.][503]

_Enter_ Governor [FERNEZE], DEL BOSCO, _and_ Knights.

_Fern._ Now, captain, tell us whither thou art bound?
Whence is thy ship that anchors in our road?
And why thou cam’st ashore without our leave?

_Bosc._ Governor of Malta, hither am I bound;
My Ship, _The Flying Dragon_, is of Spain, 5
And so am I: del Bosco is my name;
Vice-admiral unto the Catholic King.

_1 Knight._ ’T is true, my lord, therefore entreat him well.

_Bosc._ Our fraught[504] is Grecians, Turks, and Afric Moors.
For late upon the coast of Corsica, 10
Because we vail’d[505] not to the [Turkish][506] fleet,
Their creeping galleys had us in the chase:
But suddenly the wind began to rise,
And then we luff’d and tack’d[507] and fought at ease:
Some have we fir’d, and many have we sunk; 15
But one amongst the rest became our prize.
The captain’s slain, the rest remain our slaves,
Of whom we would make sale in Malta here.

_Fern._ Martin del Bosco, I have heard of thee:
Welcome to Malta, and to all of us; 20
But to admit a sale of these thy Turks
We may not, nay, we dare not give consent
By reason of a tributary league.

_1 Knight._ Del Bosco, as thou lov’st and honour’st us,
Persuade our governor against the Turk; 25
This truce we have is but in hope of gold,
And with that sum he craves might we wage war.

_Bosc._ Will Knights of Malta be in league with Turks,
And buy it basely too for sums of gold?
My lord, remember that, to Europe’s shame, 30
The Christian Isle of Rhodes, from whence you came,
Was lately lost, and you were stated[508] here
To be at deadly enmity with Turks.

_Fern._ Captain, we know it, but our force is small.

_Bosc._ What is the sum that Calymath requires? 35

_Fern._ A hundred thousand crowns.

_Bosc._ My lord and king hath title to this isle,
And he means quickly to expel you hence;
Therefore be rul’d by me, and keep the gold.
I’ll write unto his majesty for aid, 40
And not depart until I see you free.

_Fern._ On this condition shall thy Turks be sold.
Go, officers, and set them straight in show.
[_Exeunt_ Officers.]
Bosco, thou shalt be Malta’s general;
We and our warlike Knights will follow thee 45
Against these barbarous misbelieving Turks.

_Bosc._ So shall you imitate those you succeed:
For when their hideous force environ’d Rhodes,
Small though the number was that kept the town,
They fought it out, and not a man surviv’d 50
To bring the hapless news to Christendom.

_Fern._ So will we fight it out. Come, let’s away!
Proud daring Calymath, instead of gold,
We ’ll send thee bullets wrapt in smoke and fire.
Claim tribute where thou wilt, we are resolv’d,
Honour is bought with blood and not with gold. 56
_Exeunt._

[SCENE III.][509]

_Enter_ Officers _with_ [ITHAMORE _and other_] Slaves.

_1 Off._ This is the market-place, here let ’em stand:
Fear not their sale, for they ’ll be quickly bought.

_2 Off._ Every one’s price is written on his back,
And so much must they yield or not be sold.

_1 Off._ Here comes the Jew; had not his goods been seiz’d, 5
He ’d give us present money for them all.

_Enter_ BARABAS.

_Bar._ In spite of these swine-eating Christians,—
Unchosen nation, never circumcis’d,
Such as (poor villains!) were ne’er thought upon,
Till Titus and Vespasian conquer’d us,— 10
Am I become as wealthy as I was.
They hop’d my daughter would ha’ 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, 15
Having Ferneze’s hand, whose heart I ’ll have;
Ay, 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. 19
We Jews can fawn like spaniels when we please;
And when we grin we bite, yet are our looks
As innocent and harmless as a lamb’s.
I learn’d in Florence how to kiss my hand,
Heave up my shoulders when they call me dog,
And duck as low as any barefoot friar; 25
Hoping to see them starve upon a stall,
Or else be gather’d for in our synagogue,
That, when the offering-basin comes to me,
Even for charity I may spit into ’t.
Here comes Don Lodowick, the governor’s son,
One that I love for his good father’s sake. 31

_Enter_ LODOWICK.

_Lod._ I hear the wealthy Jew walked this way.
I’ll seek him out, and so insinuate,
That I may have a sight of Abigail;
For Don Mathias tells me she is fair. 35

_Bar._ [_Aside._] Now will I show myself
To have more of the serpent than the dove;
This is—more knave than fool.

_Lod._ Yond’ walks the Jew; now for fair Abigail.

_Bar._ [_Aside._] Ay, ay, no doubt but she’s at your command. 40

_Lod._ Barabas, thou know’st I am the governor’s son.

_Bar._ I would you were his father, too, sir:
That ’s all the harm I wish you. [_Aside._] The slave looks
Like a hog’s-cheek new singed.

_Lod._ Whither walk’st thou, Barabas? 45

_Bar._ No further: ’t is a custom held with us,
That when we speak with Gentiles like to you,
We turn into the air to purge ourselves:
For unto us the promise doth belong.

_Lod._ Well, Barabas, canst help me to a diamond? 50

_Bar._ O, sir, your father had my diamonds.
Yet I have one left that will serve your turn:—
I mean my daughter: but ere he shall have her
I ’ll sacrifice her on a pile of wood.
I ha’ the poison of the city for him, 55
And the white leprosy. _Aside._

_Lod._ What sparkle does it give without a foil?[510]

_Bar._ The diamond that I talk of ne’er was foil’d:—[511]
[_Aside._] But when he touches it, it will be foil’d:—
Lord Lodowick, it sparkles bright and fair. 60

_Lod._ Is it square or pointed, pray let me know.

_Bar._ Pointed it is, good sir—but not for you. _Aside._

_Lod._ I like it much the better.

_Bar._ So do I too.

_Lod._ How shows it by night?

_Bar._ Outshines Cynthia’s rays:
—You ’ll like it better far o’ nights than days.
_Aside._ 65

_Lod._ And what ’s the price?

_Bar._ [_Aside._] Your life an if you have it.—O my lord,
We will not jar about the price; come to my house
And I will give ’t your honour—with a vengeance. _Aside._

_Lod._ No, Barabas, I will deserve it first. 70

_Bar._ Good sir,
Your father has deserv’d it at my hands,
Who, of mere charity and Christian ruth,
To bring me to religious purity,
And as it were in catechising sort, 75
To make me mindful of my mortal sins,
Against my will, and whether I would or no,
Seiz’d all I had, and thrust me out o’ doors,
And made my house a place for nuns most chaste.

_Lod._ No doubt your soul shall reap the fruit of it. 80

_Bar._ Ay, but, my lord, the harvest is far off.
And yet I know the prayers of those nuns
And holy friars, having money for their pains,
Are wondrous;—and indeed do no man good—_Aside._
And seeing they are not idle, but still doing, 85
’Tis likely they in time may reap some fruit,
I mean in fulness of perfection.

_Lod._ Good Barabas, glance[512] not at our holy nuns.

_Bar._ No, but I do it through a burning zeal,—
Hoping ere long to set the house afire; 90
For though they do a while increase and multiply
I ’ll have a saying to that nunnery.—_Aside._
As for the diamond, sir, I told you of,
Come home and there ’s no price shall make us part,
Even for your honourable father’s sake.— 95
It shall go hard but I will see your death.—_Aside._
But now I must be gone to by a slave.

_Lod._ And, Barabas, I ’ll bear thee company.

_Bar._ Come then—here ’s the market-place.
What ’s the price of this slave? Two hundred crowns! 100
Do the Turks weigh so much?

_1 Off._ Sir, that ’s his price.

_Bar._ What, can he steal that you demand so much?
Belike he has some new trick for a purse;
And if he has, he is worth three hundred plates,[513]
So that, being bought, the town-seal might be got 105
To keep him for his lifetime from the gallows.
The sessions day is critical to thieves,
And few or none ’scape but by being purg’d.

_Lod._ Rat’st thou this Moor but at two hundred plates?

_1 Off._ No more, my lord. 110

_Bar._ Why should this Turk be dearer than that Moor?

_1 Off._ Because he is young and has more qualities.

_Bar._ What, hast thou the philosopher’s stone? An thou hast, break
my head with it, I ’ll forgive thee. 115

_Slave._ No, sir; I can cut and shave.

_Bar._ Let me see, sirrah, are you not an old shaver?

_Slave._ Alas, sir! I am a very youth.

_Bar._ A youth? I ’ll buy you, and marry (120) you to Lady Vanity, if
you do well.

_Slave._ I will serve you, sir.

_Bar._ Some wicked trick or other. It may be, under colour of
shaving, thou ’lt cut my throat for my goods. Tell me, hast thou thy
health well? 126

_Slave._ Ay, passing well.

_Bar._ So much the worse; I must have one that ’s sickly, an ’t
be but for sparing victuals: ’t is not a stone of beef a day will
maintain (130) you in these chops; let me see one that ’s somewhat
leaner.

_1 Off._ Here ’s a leaner, how like you him?

_Bar._ Where wast thou born?

_Itha._ In Thrace; brought up in Arabia. 135

_Bar._ So much the better, thou art for my turn.
An hundred crowns? I ’ll have him; there ’s the coin. [_Gives money._]

_1 Off._ Then mark him, sir, and take him hence.

_Bar._ Ay, mark him, you were best, for this is he
That by my help shall do much villainy. [_Aside._] 140
My lord, farewell. Come, sirrah, you are mine.
As for the diamond, it shall be yours;
I pray, sir, be no stranger at my house,
All that I have shall be at your command.

_Enter_ MATHIAS _and his_ Mother [KATHERINE]

_Math._ What makes the Jew and Lodowick so private? 145
I fear me ’t is about fair Abigail. [_Aside._]

_Bar._ Yonder comes Don Mathias, let us stay;[514] [_Exit_ LODOWICK.]
He loves my daughter, and she holds him dear:
But I have sworn to frustrate both their hopes,
And be reveng’d upon the governor. 150

_Kath._ This Moor is comeliest, is he not? Speak, son.

_Math._ No, this is the better, mother; view this well.

_Bar._ Seem not to know me here before your mother,
Lest she mistrust the match that is in hand.
When you have brought her home, come to my house; 155
Think of me as thy father; son, farewell.

_Math._ But wherefore talk’d Don Lodowick with you?

_Bar._ Tush! man, we talk’d of diamonds, not of Abigail.

_Kath._ Tell me, Mathias, is not that the Jew?

_Bar._ As for the comment on the Maccabees,
I have it, sir, and ’t is at your command. 161

_Math._ Yes, madam, and my talk with him was
About the borrowing of a book or two.

_Kath._ Converse not with him, he ’s cast off from heaven.
Thou hast thy crowns, fellow; come, let ’s away. 165

_Math._ Sirrah, Jew, remember the book.

_Bar._ Marry will I, sir. _Exeunt_ [MATHIAS _and his_ Mother].

_Off._ Come, I have made
A reasonable market; let ’s away. [_Exeunt_ Officers _with_ Slaves.]

_Bar._ Now let me know thy name, and therewithal
Thy birth, condition, and profession. 170

_Itha._ Faith, sir, my birth is but mean; my name ’s
Ithamore; my profession what you please.

_Bar._ Hast thou no trade? Then listen to my words,
And I will teach [thee] that shall stick by thee:
First be thou void of these affections, 175
Compassion, love, vain hope, and heartless fear;
Be mov’d at nothing, see thou pity none,
But to thyself smile when the Christians moan.

_Itha._ O, brave! Master, I worship your nose[515] for this.

_Bar._ As for myself, I walk abroad o’ nights
And kill sick people groaning under walls; 181
Sometimes I go about and poison wells;
And now and then, to cherish Christian thieves,
I am content to lose some of my crowns,
That I may, walking in my gallery, 185
See ’em go pinion’d along by my door.
Being young, I studied physic, and began
To practise first upon the Italian;
There I enrich’d the priests with burials,
And always kept the sextons’ arms in ure[516] 190
With digging graves and ringing dead men’s knells:
And after that was I an engineer,
And in the wars ’twixt France and Germany,
Under pretence of helping Charles the Fifth,
Slew friend and enemy with my stratagems. 195
Then after that was I an usurer,
And with extorting, cozening, forfeiting,
And tricks belonging unto brokery,
I fill’d the jails with bankrupts in a year,
And with young orphans planted hospitals, 200
And every moon made some or other mad,
And now and then one hang himself for grief,
Pinning upon his breast a long great scroll
How I with interest tormented him.
But mark how I am blest for plaguing them;
I have as much coin as will buy the town. 206
But tell me now, how hast thou spent thy time?

_Itha._ ’Faith, master,
In setting Christian villages on fire,
Chaining of eunuchs, binding galley-slaves, 210
One time I was an ostler in an inn,
And in the night-time secretly would I steal
To travellers’ chambers, and there cut their throats.
Once at Jerusalem, where the pilgrims kneel’d,
I strowed powder on the marble stones, 215
And therewithal their knees would rankle so,
That I have laugh’d a-good[517] to see the cripples
Go limping home to Christendom on stilts.

_Bar._ Why this is something. Make account of me
As of thy fellow, we are villains both; 220
Both circumcised, we hate Christians both.
Be true and secret, thou shalt want no gold.
But stand aside, here comes Don Lodowick.

_Enter_ LODOWICK.

_Lod._ O Barabas, well met;
Where is the diamond you told me of? 225

_Bar._ I have it for you, sir; please you walk in with me.
What ho, Abigail! open the door, I say.

_Enter_ ABIGAIL [_with letters_].

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

_Bar._ Give me the letters.—Daughter, do you hear, 230
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, 235
He is not of the seed of Abraham.—_Aside._
I am a little busy, sir, pray pardon me.
Abigail, bid him welcome for my sake.

_Abig._ For your sake and his own he’s welcome hither.

_Bar._ Daughter, a word more; kiss him; speak him fair, 240
And like a cunning Jew so cast about,
That ye be both made sure[518] ere you come out.
[_Aside._]

_Abig._ O father! Don Mathias is my love.

_Bar._ I know it: yet I say, make love to him;
Do, it is requisite it should be so—[_Aside._]
Nay, on my life, it is my factor’s hand— 246
But go you in, I ’ll think upon the account.
[_Exeunt_ ABIGAIL _and_ LODOWICK _into the house_.]
The account is made, for Lodowick—dies.
My factor sends me word a merchant ’s fled
That owes me for a hundred tun of wine. 250
I weigh it thus much [_snapping his fingers_]; I have wealth enough.
For now by this has he kiss’d Abigail;
And she vows love to him, and he to her.
As sure as Heaven rain’d manna for the Jews,
So sure shall he and Don Mathias die: 255
His father was my chiefest enemy.
_Enter_ MATHIAS.
Whither goes Don Mathias? Stay awhile.

_Math._ Whither, but to my fair love Abigail?

_Bar._ Thou know’st, and Heaven can witness it is true,
That I intend my daughter shall be thine. 260

_Math._ Ay, Barabas, or else thou wrong’st me much.

_Bar._ O, Heaven forbid I should have such a thought.
Pardon me though I weep: the governor’s son
Will, whether I will or no, have Abigail:
He sends her letters, bracelets, jewels, rings.

_Math._ Does she receive them? 266

_Bar._ She? No, Mathias, no, but sends them back.
And when he comes, she locks herself up fast;
Yet through the keyhole will he talk to her,
While she runs to the window looking out, 270
When you should come and hale him from the door.

_Math._ O treacherous Lodowick!

_Bar._ Even now as I came home, he slipt me in,
And I am sure he is with Abigail.

_Math._ I ’ll rouse him thence. 275

_Bar._ Not for all Malta, therefore sheathe your sword.
If you love me, no quarrels in my house;
But steal you in, and seem to see him not;
I ’ll give him such a warning ere he goes
As he shall have small hopes of Abigail. 280
Away, for here they come.

_Re-enter_ LODOWICK _and_ ABIGAIL.

_Math._ What, hand in hand! I cannot suffer this.

_Bar._ Mathias, as thou lov’st me, not a word.

_Math._ Well, let it pass, another time shall serve.
_Exit_ [_into the house_.]

_Lod._ Barabas, is not that the widow’s son?

_Bar._ Ay, and take heed, for he hath sworn your death. 286

_Lod._ My death? What, is the base-born peasant mad?

_Bar._ No, no, but happily he stands in fear
Of that which you, I think, ne’er dream upon,
My daughter here, a paltry silly girl. 290

_Lod._ Why, loves she Don Mathias?

_Bar._ Doth she not with her smiling answer you?

_Abig._ [_Aside._] He has my heart; I smile against my will.

_Lod._ Barabas, thou know’st I’ve lov’d thy daughter long.

_Bar._ And so has she done you, even from a child. 285

_Lod._ And now I can no longer hold my mind.

_Bar._ Nor I the affection that I bear to you.

_Lod._ This is thy diamond, tell me shall I have it?

_Bar._ Win it, and wear it, it is yet unfoil’d.[519]
O! but I know your lordship would disdain 300
To marry with the daughter of a Jew;
And yet I ’ll give her many a golden cross[520]
With Christian posies round about the ring.

_Lod._ ’T is not thy wealth, but her that I esteem.
Yet crave I thy consent. 305

_Bar._ And mine you have, yet let me talk to her.—
This offspring of Cain, this Jebusite,
That never tasted of the Passover,
Nor e’er shall see the land of Canaan,
Nor our Messias that is yet to come; 310
This gentle maggot, Lodowick, I mean,
Must be deluded. Let him have thy hand,
But keep thy heart till Don Mathias comes.
_Aside._

_Abig._ What, shall I be betroth’d to Lodowick?

_Bar._ It ’s no sin to deceive a Christian; 315
For they themselves hold it a principle,
Faith is not to be held with heretics;
But all are heretics that are not Jews;
This follows well, and therefore, daughter, fear not.—[_Aside._]
I have entreated her, and she will grant. 320

_Lod._ Then, gentle Abigail, plight thy faith to me.

_Abig._ I cannot choose, seeing my father bids.
Nothing but death shall part my love and me.

_Lod._ Now have I that for which my soul hath long’d. 324

_Bar._ So have not I, but yet I hope I shall. _Aside._

_Abig._ [_Aside._] O wretched Abigail, what hast thou done?

_Lod._ Why on the sudden is your colour chang’d?

_Abig._ I know not, but farewell, I must be gone.

_Bar._ Stay her, but let her not speak one word more.

_Lod._ Mute o’ the sudden! Here ’s a sudden change. 330

_Bar._ O, muse not at it, ’t is the Hebrews’ guise,
That maidens new betroth’d should weep awhile.
Trouble her not; sweet Lodowick, depart:
She is thy wife, and thou shalt be mine heir.

_Lod._ O, is ’t the custom? Then I am resolv’d:[521] 335
But rather let the brightsome heavens be dim,
And nature’s beauty choke with stifling clouds,
Than my fair Abigail should frown on me.—
There comes the villain, now I ’ll be reveng’d.

_Re-enter_ MATHIAS.

_Bar._ Be quiet, Lodowick, it is enough 340
That I have made thee sure[522] to Abigail.

_Lod._ Well, let him go. _Exit._

_Bar._ Well, but for me, as you went in at doors
You had been stabb’d, but not a word on ’t now;
Here must no speeches pass, nor swords be drawn. 345

_Math._ Suffer me, Barabas, but to follow him.

_Bar._ No; so shall I, if any hurt be done,
Be made an accessory of your deeds.
Revenge it on him when you meet him next.

_Math._ For this I ’ll have his heart. 350

_Bar._ Do so; lo, here I give thee Abigail.

_Math._ What greater gift can poor Mathias have?
Shall Lodowick rob me of so fair a love?
My life is not so dear as Abigail.

_Bar._ My heart misgives me, that, to cross your love, 355
He ’s with your mother; therefore after him.

_Math._ What, is he gone unto my mother?

_Bar._ Nay, if you will, stay till she comes herself.

_Math._ I cannot stay; for if my mother come,
She ’ll die with grief. 360
_Exit._

_Abig._ I cannot take my leave of him for tears.
Father, why have you thus incens’d them both?

_Bar._ What’s that to thee?

_Abig._ I’ll make ’em friends again.

_Bar._ You’ll make ’em friends! Are there not Jews enow 364
In Malta, but thou must dote upon a Christian?

_Abig._ I will have Don Mathias; he is my love.

_Bar._ Yes, you shall have him.—Go, put her in.

_Itha._ Ay, I’ll put her in. [_Puts_ ABIGAIL _in_.]

_Bar._ Now tell me, Ithamore, how lik’st thou this?

_Itha._ Faith, master, I think by this 370
You purchase both their lives; is it not so?

_Bar._ True; and it shall be cunningly perform’d.

_Itha._ O master, that I might have a hand in this.

_Bar._ Ay, so thou shalt, ’t is thou must do the deed.
Take this, and bear it to Mathias straight, [_Gives a letter._] 375
And tell him that it comes from Lodowick.

_Itha._ ’T is poison’d, is it not?

_Bar._ No, no, and yet it might be done that way.
It is a challenge feign’d from Lodowick. 379

_Itha._ Fear not; I will so set his heart afire,
That he shall verily think it comes from him.

_Bar._ I cannot choose but like thy readiness:
Yet be not rash, but do it cunningly.

_Itha._ As I behave myself in this, employ me hereafter.

_Bar._ Away then. _Exit_ ITHAMORE.
So, now will I go in to Lodowick, 386
And, like a cunning spirit, feign some lie,
Till I have set ’em both at enmity. _Exit._