The Jew of Malta
Pray leave me in my patience. You that
Were ne'er possessed of wealth are pleased with want.
But give him liberty at least to mourn
That in a field amidst his enemies
Doth see his soldiers slain, himself disarmed,
And knows no means of his recovery.
Ay, let me sorrow for this sudden chance.
'Tis in the trouble of my spirit I speak;
Great injuries are not so soon forgot. (1.2.199-207)
I am not of the tribe of Levi, I,
That can so soon forget an injury. (2.3.18-19)
Here comes Don Lodowick the Governor's son,
One that I love for his good father's sake. (2.3.30-31)