I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions?
Pause awhile, And let my counsel sway you.
I am wealthy in my friends.
They lie deadly that tell you have good faces.
A woman would run through fire and water for such a kind heart.
Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.