If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.

And where the offense is, let the great axe fall.

His jest shall savour but a shallow wit, when thousands more weep than did laugh it.

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.

Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust. (Act V, Scene 2, 2503)