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Benjamin DisraeliBenjamin Disraeli, 1st Earl of Beaconsfield (1804 - 1881), the son of Isaac D'Israeli, was a British politician and author who entered Parliament in 1837 as Tory MP for Maidstone, after four unsuccessful campaigns for a seat in the House of Commons, the first time as a Radical. In 1842 Disraeli was amongst the founders of the Young England[?] group.He was Britain's first, and thus far only, Jewish Prime Minister. He was born to a Jewish family and baptized a Christian, but neverless continued to think of himself a Jew. A political opponent once attacked him for being Jewish (anti-Semitism was rife in England at the time) and Disraeli replied:
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He must die to-morrow.
He's not prepar'd for death. Even for our kitchens
With less.html">less respect than we do minister
Who is it that hath died for this offence?
LUCIO. [Aside] Ay, well.html">well said.
Those many had not dar'd to do that evil
Had answer'd for his deed. Now 'tis awake,
Looks in a glass that shows what future evils-
And so in progress to be hatch'd and born-
But here they live to end.
ANGELO. I show it most of all when I show justice;
Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall,
Lives not to act another. Be satisfied;
ISABELLA. So you must be the first that gives this sentence,
To have a giant's strength! But it is tyrannous
LUCIO. [To ISABELLA] That's well said.
As Jove himself does, Jove would never be quiet,
Would use his heaven.html">heaven for thunder,
Thou rather, with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt,
Than the soft myrtle. But man.html">man, proud man,
Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
Would all themselves laugh mortal.
He's coming; I perceive 't.
ISABELLA. We cannot weigh our brother.html">brother with ourself.
But in the less foul profanation.
ISABELLA. That in the captain's but a choleric word
LUCIO. [To ISABELLA] Art avis'd o' that? More on't.
ISABELLA. Because authority, though it err like others,
That skins the vice o' th' top. Go to your bosom,
That's like my brother's fault. If it confess
Let it not sound a thought upon your.
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