The Moor is of a free and open nature, That thinks men honest that but seem to be so; And will as tenderly be led by the nose As asses are.
TOUCHSTONE: The more pity that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.
What, you egg? [He stabs him.]
He hath disgrac'd me and hind'red me half a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies. And what's his reason? I am a Jew.
There's small choice in rotten apples.
For this relief, much thanks.