Act 4 Scene 1
Storyboard Tekst
- Most rightful judge!
- And you must cut this flesh from off his breast: The law allows it, and the court awards it.
- A pound of that same merchant’s flesh is thine: The court awards it, and the law doth give it.
- Tarry a little. There is something else. This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood. The words expressly are “a pound of flesh.” Take then thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh, But in the cutting it, if thou dost shed One drop of Christian blood, thy lands and goods Are by the laws of Venice confiscateUnto the state of Venice.
- Most learnèd judge! A sentence!—Come, prepare.
- Therefore prepare thee to cut off the flesh. Shed thou no blood,nor cut thou less nor more But just a pound of flesh. If thou tak'st more or less than just a pound, be it but so much as makes it light or heavy in the substance or the division of the twentieth part of one poor scurople-nay, if the scale do turn but in the estimation of a hair, thou diest, and all thy goods are confiscate.
- Give me my principal and let me go
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