Convertite

He thence departs a heavy convertite; / She remains a hopeless castaway

Bar. Oh earth-mettall'd villaines, and no Hebrews born! And will you basely thus submit your selves To leave your goods to their arbitrament? Gov. Why Barabas wilt thou be christned? Bar. No, Governour, I will be no convertite.

Up then arose that grim convertite, Homeward he hied him when ended the rite