Saist thou me so? have at it; and doe you heare?

Of that condition I wil drink it up; here's to thee.

There, if thou lov'st me doe not leave a drop.

Three and fifty dozen, I'le pledge thee.

Hey Rivo Castiliano, a man's a man.

Ha, to the Jew, and send me mony you were best.

Doe?nothing; but I know what I know.

He's a murderer.

You knew Mathias and the Governors son; he and I kild 'em both, and yet never touch'd 'em.

I carried the broth that poyson'd the Nuns, and he and I, snicle hand too fast, strangled a Fryar.

We two, and 'twas never knowne, nor never shall be for me.

Love me little, love me long, let musicke rumble,

Whilst I in thy incony lap doe tumble.

Wilt drinke French-man, here's to thee with a—pox on this drunken hick-up.

Like thy breath, sweet-hart, no violet like 'em.

Play, Fidler, or I'le cut your cats guts into chitterlins.

Give him a crowne, and fill me out more wine.

Dost not know a Jew, one Barabas?

I scorne the Peasant, tell him so.

Tis a strange thing of that Jew, he lives upon pickled Grashoppers, and sauc'd Mushrumbs.

He never put on cleane shirt since he was circumcis'd.

The Hat he weares, Judas left under the Elder when he hang'd himselfe.

No, I'le send by word of mouth now; Bid him deliver thee a thousand Crownes, by the same token, that the Nuns lov'd Rice, that Fryar Bernardine slept in his owne clothes. Any of 'em will doe it.

The meaning has a meaning; come let's in:

To undoe a Jew is charity, and not sinne.