Merchant of Venice Act 4 Scene 1
Montāžas Teksta
- if the scale do turnBut in the estimation of a hair,Thou diest, and all thy goods are confiscate.
- Give me my principal and let me go.
- If thou tak’st moreOr less than a just pound, be it but so muchAs makes it light or heavy in the substanceOr the division of the twentieth partOf one poor scruple—nay,
- Why doth the Jew pause? Take thy forfeiture.
- Therefore prepare thee to cut off the flesh.Shed thou no blood, nor cut thou less nor moreBut just a pound of flesh.
- A second Daniel! A Daniel, Jew!Now, infidel, I have you on the hip.
- Thou shalt have nothing but the forfeitureTo be so taken at thy peril, Jew.
- Shall I not have barely my principal?
- He hath refused it in the open court.He shall have merely justice and his bond.
- I have it ready for thee. Here it is.
- A Daniel still, say I! A second Daniel!—I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.
- Why, then, the devil give him good of it!I’ll stay no longer question.
- The party ’gainst the which he doth contriveShall seize one half his goods; the other halfComes to the privy coffer of the state,And the offender’s life lies in the mercyOf the Duke only, ’gainst all other voice.
- Thou hast contrived against the very lifeOf the defendant, and thou hast incurredThe danger formerly by me rehearsed.Down, therefore, and beg mercy of the Duke.
- Tarry, Jew.The law hath yet another hold on you.It is enacted in the laws of Venice,If it be proved against an alienThat by direct or indirect attemptsHe seek the life of any citizen,
- In which predicament I say thou stand’st,For it appears by manifest proceedingThat indirectly, and directly too,.
- Beg that thou mayst have leave to hang thyself!And yet, thy wealth being forfeit to the state,Thou hast not left the value of a cord;Therefore thou must be hanged at the state’scharge.
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