[122] Shy. To cut the forfeiture from that bankrupt there.
[123] Gra. Not on thy sole, but on thy soul, harsh Jew,
[124] Thou makest thy knife keen; but no metal can,
125 No, not the hangman’s axe, bear half the keenness
Of thy sharp envy. Can no prayers pierce thee?
[127] Shy. No, none that thou hast wit enough to make.
[128] Gra. O, be thou damn’d, inexecrable dog!
And for thy life let justice be accused.
130 Thou almost makest me waver in my faith,
To hold opinion with Pythagoras,