Merge branch 'PHP-7.1' into PHP-7.2

* PHP-7.1:
  Fix failing ext/zlib/tests due to whitespace
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Peter Kokot 2018-10-13 15:15:39 +02:00
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@ -36,17 +36,17 @@ With this regard their currents turn away,
And lose the name of action.
Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions,
senses, affections, passions; fed with the same food, hurt with
the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, heal'd by
the same means, warm'd and cool'd by the same winter and summer
as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you
tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die?
And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you
in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a
Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong
a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why,
revenge. The villainy you teach me, I will execute, and it
Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions,
senses, affections, passions; fed with the same food, hurt with
the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, heal'd by
the same means, warm'd and cool'd by the same winter and summer
as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you
tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die?
And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you
in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a
Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong
a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why,
revenge. The villainy you teach me, I will execute, and it
shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
@ -65,7 +65,7 @@ Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before.
There's no such thing:
It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes.
It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes.
Now o'er the one halfworld Nature seems dead,
and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,
@ -73,7 +73,7 @@ Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk,
for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it.