Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Du. Which is a pound of this poore Merchants flesh,
Du. Thou wilt not onely loose the forfeiture,
Du. But touch'd with humane gentlenesse and loue:
Du. Forgiue a moytie of the principall,
Du. Glancing an eye of pitty on his losses
Du. That haue of late so hudled on his backe,
Du. Enow to presse a royall Merchant downe;
Du. And plucke commiseration of his state
Du. From brassie bosomes, and rough hearts of flints,
Du. From stubborne Turkes and Tarters neuer traind
Du. To offices of tender curtesie,
Du. We all expect a gentle answer Iew?
Iew. Iew.
Iew. I haue possest your grace of what I purpose,
Iew. And by our holy Sabbath haue I sworne
Iew. To haue the due and forfeit of my bond.
Iew. If you denie it, let the danger light
Iew. Vpon your Charter, and your Cities freedome.
Iew. You'l aske me why I rather choose to haue
Iew. A weight of carrion flesh, then to receiue