Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ner. Ner.
Ner. From both.
Ner. My Lord Bellario greets your Grace.
Bas. Bas.
Bas. Why dost thou whet thy knife so earnestly?
Iew. Iew.
Iew. To cut the forfeiture from that bankrout there.
Gra. Gra.
Gra. Not on thy soale: but on thy soule harsh Iew
Gra. Thou mak'st thy knife keene: but no mettall can,
Gra. No, not the hangmans Axe beare halfe the keennesse
Gra. Of thy sharpe enuy. Can no prayers pierce thee?
Iew. No, none that thou hast wit enough to make.
Gra. O be thou damn'd, inexecrable dogge,
Gra. And for thy life let iustice be accus'd:
Gra. Thou almost mak'st me wauer in my faith;
Gra. To hold opinion with Pythagoras,
Gra. That soules of Animals infuse themselues