Venice. A Street. |
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Enter SHYLOCK, SALARINO, ANTONIO, and Gaoler. |
Shy. Gaoler, look to him: tell not me of mercy; |
This is the fool that lent out money gratis: |
Gaoler, look to him. |
Ant. Hear me yet, good Shylock. |
Shy. I'll have my bond; speak not against my bond: |
I have sworn an oath that I will have my bond. |
Thou call'dst me dog before thou hadst a cause, |
But, since I am a dog, beware my fangs: |
The duke shall grant me justice. I do wonder, |
Thou naughty gaoler, that thou art so fond |
To come abroad with him at his request. |
Ant. I pray thee, hear me speak. |
Shy. I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak: |
I'll have my bond, and therefore speak no more. |
I'll not be made a soft and dull-eyed fool, |
To shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yield |
To Christian intercessors. Follow not; |
I'll have no speaking; I will have my bond. [Exit. |
Salar. It is the most impenetrable cur |
That ever kept with men. |
Ant. Let him alone: |
I'll follow him no more with bootless prayers. |
He seeks my life; his reason well I know. |
I oft deliver'd from his forfeitures |
Many that have at times made moan to me; |
Therefore he hates me. |
Salar. I am sure the duke |
Will never grant this forfeiture to hold. |
Ant. The duke cannot deny the course of law: |
For the commodity that strangers have |
With us in Venice, if it be denied, |
'Twill much impeach the justice of the state; |
Since that the trade and profit of the city |
Consisteth of all nations. Therefore, go: |
These griefs and losses have so bated me, |
That I shall hardly spare a pound of flesh |
To-morrow to my bloody creditor. |
Well, gaoler, on. Pray God, Bassanio come |
To see me pay his debt, and then I care not! [Exeunt. |
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