The Grecians do allow Pithagoras,
The Thracians give it of their Orpheus
As first inventors of the harmonie. Iew.: All errors; Tuball, Tuball, Hebrew Tuball! Sir Anth.: But howsoever, weele hold no dispute;
Our attention is tyed to other sports.
[Enter Prologue.] Prol.: Our act is short, your liking is our gaynes;
So we off end not, we are pay'd our paines. Iew.: No more of this, weele have a Iewes Iigge.
To your businesse, delay not.
[Enter seriants and take hold on Sir Anthony.] Sir Anth.: What meanes this violence? Iew.: Weele not stand upon Intergatories; away with him. Sir Anth.: Iew. — Iew.: Christian; away with him. Sir Anth.: Heare me — Iew.: In prison; Be listen to laugh at thee. Sir Anth.: Be mercifull — Iew.: MercifulL ha, ha!
Sir Anth.: No, not to mee, I scorne to aske it of thee, But to thine owne black soule be mercifull. Inhumane Dogge, that in midst of curtesie Dost yoke me in a Serpents arme, true seed Of that kisse-killing Judas, can thy black soule Have hope of pitty, being pittilesse?