The Merchant of Vengeance by Simon Hawke Read Free Book Online Page B

that I was trying to outdo Kit Marlowe. That makes it seem as if I am trying to compete with him."
    "But you are trying to compete with him. You told me so yourself."
    'Well, never in so many words."
    "As I recall, it took you a great multitude of words to say so. I merely said it much more sparingly."
    "Perhaps you should be the one to write the play, then!"
    "I do not pretend to be a poet… unlike some people of my acquaintance. "
    "Aghh.' Aghh! Shakespeare clutched his chest theatrically.
    "Stabbed to the quick! Oh, traitorous blade! Et tu, Tuckus! Et tu."
    "Oh, for Heaven's sake!" said Smythe, rolling his eyes.
    "I have known a number of Jews, as it happens," Dickens said, watching them with a bemused expression. "Or was that merely a rhetorical question?"
    "'What are they like?" asked Shakespeare. "Are they at all like Englishmen, or are they very foreign in their nature? And what do you suppose it means to be a Jew?"
    "Well, that is a rather difficult thing to say," Dickens replied with a contemplative frown. "Although I have met some Jews during my travels, I make no claim to any true knowledge of their religion, so as to all the ways in which 'tis different from ours, I could not even begin to tell you. As to your question about their seeming foreign, I suppose that they might seem rather foreign to most Englishmen. Their customs are very different from ours in many ways, and yet in others they are very much the same. I cannot say what it means to be a Jew, for in truth only a Jew could tell you that. I can venture to say, however, that to be a Jew must require great strength of faith, for I can think of no faith that has been so sorely tested."
    "You mean because they are so reviled by Christians?" Smythe asked.
    "In part," Dickens replied. "But at the same time, 'tis not so simple as all that. Here in England, they were driven out many years ago, save for a small number who remained and were confined to certain areas, tolerated in large part only because there was a need for them. But in other lands, if they have not likewise been driven out, they have often been very harshly used. And yet despite that, they still cling to their faith. All I can say is that a faith that can claim such strong adherents under such duress must surely offer much to its believers."
    "Ben, you said that those who had remained in England after most of them were driven out were tolerated only because there was a need for them," said Smythe. "What did you mean by that? What need?"
    "One of the oldest and most common needs in all the world, Tuck," replied Dickens with a shrug. "The need for money."
    "Ah. I have heard it said that Jews are greedy in their love of money," Shakespeare said.
    "Have you, indeed?" said Dickens with a wry smile.
    "Why do you smile so?" Shakespeare asked.
    "Because I have heard it said, also," Dickens replied. "And yet, have you ever considered why people would say so, and then, for that matter, if it were even true?"
    Shakespeare shrugged. "I must confess to you that I had not. At least, not until this very moment."
    "And so what does your present consideration tell you?" Dickens asked, raising his eyebrows.
    "Having never had any dealings with a Jew, nor even met one, I cannot in truth say yea or nay to that," said Shakespeare.
    "Indeed, and neither can most Englishmen," said Dickens. "Nevertheless, I have heard it oft repeated as if 'twere gospel. I think 'tis because the Jews are oft engaged in the trade of money-lending. But why, do you suppose? Why that particular trade more than any other?"
    "Truly, I have no idea. Because they have some special aptitude for it, perhaps?" said Smythe.
    "Well, some may, and some may not," Dickens replied, "as would be the case with any man, in any trade, whether he be Jew or Christian. However, if he were a Christian, and thought himself truly devout in his belief, then he could not choose to be a money-lender, for the Holy Scripture forbids usury."
    "It does?" asked Smythe. "I