Hark, how hard he fetches breath.

O monstrous! eleven buckram men grown out of two!

Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath
To say to me that thou art out of breath?

I'm not snoring, I'm purring.

I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases,
heal'd by the same means, warm'd and cool'd by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?

If you prick us, do we not bleed? If
you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die?

And if you wrong us, do we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.