The Merchant of Venice
written by William Shakespeare
Shylock: Three thousand ducats; 'tis a good round sum. Three months from twelve; then, let me see; the rate--
Antonio: Well, Shylock, shall we be beholding to you?
Shylock: Signior Antonio, many a time and oft in the Rialto you have rated me about my moneys and my usances: still have I borne it with a patient shrug, for sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, and spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, and all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help: go to, then; you come to me, and you say 'Shylock, we would have moneys:' you say so; you, that did void your rheum upon my beard and foot me as you spurn a stranger cur over your threshold: moneys is your suit. What should I say to you? Should I not say: 'Hath a dog money? Is it possible a cur can lend three thousand ducats?' Or shall I bend low and in a bondman's key, with bated breath and whispering humbleness, Say this: 'fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last; you spurn'd me such a day; another time you call'd me dog; and for these courtesies I'll lend you thus much moneys'?
Antonio: I am as like to call thee so again, to spit on thee again, to spurn thee too. If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not as to thy friends; for when did friendship take a breed for barren metal of his friend? But lend it rather to thine enemy, who, if he break, thou mayst with better face exact the penalty.
Shylock: Why, look you, how you storm! I would be friends with you and have your love, forget the shames that you have stain'd me with, supply your present wants and take no doit of usance for my moneys, and you'll not hear me: this is kind I offer.
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