¶Salerio. My Lord, heere
stayes without
1940a me
ssenger with letters from the Doctor,
¶Duke. Bring vs the letters? call the Me
ssenger?
¶Bass. Good cheere
Anthonio? what man, courage yet:
¶The Iew
shall haue my fle
sh, blood, bones and all,
1945ere thou
shalt loo
se for me one drop of blood?
¶Antho. I am a tainted
vveather of the flocke,
¶meete
st for death, the weake
st kind of fruite
¶drops earlie
st to the ground, and
so let me;
¶You cannot better be imployd
Bassanio,
1950then to liue
still and write mine Epitaph?
¶Duke. Came you from Padua from
Bellario?
¶Ner. From both? my L.
Bellario greetes your grace?
¶Bass. Why doo
st thou whet thy knife
so earne
stly?
1955Iewe. To cut the forfaiture from that bankrout there?
¶Gratia. Not on thy
soule: but on thy
soule har
sh Iew
¶thou mak
st thy knife keene: but no mettell can,
¶no, not the hangmans axe beare halfe the keenene
sse
¶of thy
sharpe enuie: can no prayers pearce thee?
1960Iewe. No, none that thou ha
st wit enough to make.
¶Gratia. O be thou damnd, inexecrable dogge,
¶And for thy life let iu
stice be accu
sd;
¶Thou almo
st mak'
st me wauer in my faith,
¶to hold opinion with
Pythagoras,
1965that
soules of Animalls infu
se them
selues
¶into the trunks of men: Thy curri
sh
spirit
¶gouernd a Woolfe, who hangd for humaine
slaughter
¶euen from the gallowes did his fell
soule fleete,
¶and while
st thou laye
st in thy vnhallowed dam;
1970infu
sd it
selfe in thee: for thy de
sires
¶are
vvolui
sh, bloody,
staru'd, and rauenous.
¶Iewe. Till thou can
st raile the
seale from off my bond,
¶Thou but offend
st thy lungs to
speake
so loud:
¶Repaire thy wit good youth, or it will fall