Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sal. I would it might proue the end of his losses.
Sol. Sol.
Sol. Let me say Amen betimes, least the diuell crosse
Sol. my praier, for here he comes in the likenes of a Iew. How
Sol. now Shylocke, what newes among the Merchants?
Sol. Enter Shylocke.
Shy. Shy.
Shy. You knew none so well, none so well as you, of
Shy. my daughters flight.
Sal. Sal.
Sal. That's certaine, I for my part knew the Tailor
Sal. that made the wings she flew withall.
Sol. And Shylocke for his owne part knew the bird was
Sol. fledg'd, and then it is the complexion of them al to leaue
Sol. the dam.
Shy. She is damn'd for it.
Sal. That's certaine, if the diuell may be her Iudge.