He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew.
Un-thread the rude eye of rebellion, and welcome home again discarded faith.
Such antics do not amount to a man.
In thy foul throat thou liest.
He must needs go that the devil drives.
Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.