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Merchant of Venice
[I, 3] |
Shylock |
488 |
O father Abram, what these Christians are,
Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect
The thoughts of others! Pray you, tell me this;
If he should break his day, what should I gain
By the exaction of the forfeiture?
A pound of man's flesh taken from a man
Is not so estimable, profitable neither,
As flesh of muttons, beefs, or goats. I say,
To buy his favour, I extend this friendship:
If he will take it, so; if not, adieu;
And, for my love, I pray you wrong me not.
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Merchant of Venice
[III, 2] |
Salerio |
1648 |
Not one, my lord.
Besides, it should appear, that if he had
The present money to discharge the Jew,
He would not take it. Never did I know
A creature, that did bear the shape of man,
So keen and greedy to confound a man:
He plies the duke at morning and at night,
And doth impeach the freedom of the state,
If they deny him justice: twenty merchants,
The duke himself, and the magnificoes
Of greatest port, have all persuaded with him;
But none can drive him from the envious plea
Of forfeiture, of justice and his bond.
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3 |
Merchant of Venice
[III, 3] |
Salarino |
1735 |
I am sure the duke
Will never grant this forfeiture to hold.
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4 |
Merchant of Venice
[IV, 1] |
Duke |
1948 |
Make room, and let him stand before our face.
Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too,
That thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice
To the last hour of act; and then 'tis thought
Thou'lt show thy mercy and remorse more strange
Than is thy strange apparent cruelty;
And where thou now exact'st the penalty,
Which is a pound of this poor merchant's flesh,
Thou wilt not only loose the forfeiture,
But, touch'd with human gentleness and love,
Forgive a moiety of the principal;
Glancing an eye of pity on his losses,
That have of late so huddled on his back,
Enow to press a royal merchant down
And pluck commiseration of his state
From brassy bosoms and rough hearts of flint,
From stubborn Turks and Tartars, never train'd
To offices of tender courtesy.
We all expect a gentle answer, Jew.
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Merchant of Venice
[IV, 1] |
Shylock |
2057 |
To cut the forfeiture from that bankrupt there.
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6 |
Merchant of Venice
[IV, 1] |
Portia |
2283 |
Why doth the Jew pause? take thy forfeiture.
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Merchant of Venice
[IV, 1] |
Portia |
2291 |
Thou shalt have nothing but the forfeiture,
To be so taken at thy peril, Jew.
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