Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Your Grace hath tane great paines to qualifie
Ant. His rigorous course: but since he stands obdurate,
Ant. And that no lawful meanes can carrie me
Ant. Out of his enuies reach, I do oppose
Ant. My patience to his fury, and am arm'd
Ant. To suffer with a quietnesse of spirit,
Ant. The very tiranny and rage of his.
Du. Du.
Du. Go one and cal the Iew into the Court.
Sal. Sal.
Sal. He is ready at the doore, he comes my Lord.
Sal. Enter Shylocke.
Du. Make roome, and let him stand before our face.
Du. Shylocke the world thinkes, and I thinke so to
Du. That thou but leadest this fashion of thy mallice
Du. To the last houre of act, and then 'tis thought
Du. Thou'lt shew thy mercy and remorse more strange,
Du. Than is thy strange apparant cruelty;
Du. And where thou now exact'st the penalty,