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Iew.: Pray for thy selfe; I am saved already.

Sir Anth.: Hallibeck, does not your eye discover A treacherous heart in this?

Hall: Ha, ha!

Sir Anth.: Dost laugh at me?

Cü.: Sir, be comforted: Venice shall not see your fortunes long opprest for a greater matter than this.

Sir Anth.: I am not moov'd Sir,

It hath not emptied the least pipe of bloud

That are within my cheekes: onely this is all

That wrappes my senses in astonishment;

In all my travailes I nere saw heil till now,

Tis her true portrait, set in open view

In an envious knave and a bloudy Jew.

[Exeunt with him.]

Iew.: There rot and starve, starve and rot. O my delight, I shall dreame of this happinesse to-night.

Hall.: To Persia now: while Sherley here sinks lowe, There Hallibeck above his height shall grow.


To me there are no traits arguing more than a hearsay acquaintance with Jews in this Zariph, though the name is remarkable. His claiming the invention of instrumental music for the Jews on scriptural grounds is conventionally typical. His speech is stuffed with well known Hebrew names, but it is startling to hear him pronounce the ineffable Name, or what passes for it. A peculiar feature in him is his positive