Exit, Pursued By A Bear.

Hear My Soul Speak. Of The Very Instant That I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly At Your Service

My Heart Is Turned To Stone; I Strike It, And It Hurts My Hand.

Now, My Masters, Happy Man Be His Dole, Say I; Every Man To His Business.

I Am A Jew. Hath Not A Jew Eyes? Hath Not A Jew Hands, Organs, Dimensions, Senses, Affections, Passions?

You Great Benefactors, Sprinkle Our Society With Thankfulness. For Your Own Gifts, Make Yourselves Praised.