Tarry A While, O Cursed Jew! … 2505-2k14

Tarry a while o cursed Jew Antonio, aye, has ticks few He be thine, upon his word On point of sword, it be heard! Spare him not the cold keen To you is fair your due lean Dealt upon himself this fate Wretch! Easy bit thine sly bait Shall surely suffer the lands law Ready to face thine cursed paw Listen ye! Oh Venetian curse Cold thine heart like frozen hearse Sharpen dagger thou left by right To carve his breast with evil slight Thou caste askance in much disdain Greatly mirth thee captive's pain In thine eyes I witness brutal fire With men's needs ye oft conspire Thee so zealous in vital greed Law to see none doth bleed Attend to what I here proceed Ere thee play thine wicked deed Pray be roused to spilt blood Nary a drop, not drip nor flood Take thine pound, be thee gone Loose thyself in spreading dawn Thou art but a ravenous cur Dimes alone be thine eyes blur Be lost in haste, ere the crowd String thy neck, so dismal proud