Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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. Iew.
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
Gra. Into the trunkes of men. Thy currish spirit
Gra. Gouern'd a Wolfe, who hang'd for humane slaughter,
Gra. Euen from the gallowes did his fell soule fleet;
Gra. And whil'st thou layest in thy vnhallowed dam,
Gra. Infus'd it selfe in thee: For thy desires
Gra. Are Woluish, bloody, steru'd, and rauenous.