Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Shy. In the Ryalto you haue rated me
Shy. About my monies and my vsances:
Shy. Still haue I borne it with a patient shrug,
Shy. (For suffrance is the badge of all our Tribe.)
Shy. You call me misbeleeuer, cut‑throate dog,
Shy. And spet vpon my Iewish gaberdine,
Shy. And all for vse of that which is mine owne.
Shy. Well then, it now appeares you neede my helpe:
Shy. Goe to then, you come to me, and you say,
Shy. Shylocke, we would haue moneyes, you say so:
Shy. You that did voide your rume vpon my beard,
Shy. And foote me as you spurne a stranger curre
Shy. Ouer your threshold, moneyes is your suite.
Shy. What should I say to you? Should I not say,
Shy. Hath a dog money? Is it possible
Shy. A curre should lend three thousand ducats? or
Shy. Shall I bend low, and in a bond‑mans key
Shy. With bated breath, and whispring humblenesse,
Shy. Say this: Faire sir, you spet on me on Wednesday last;
Shy. You spurn'd me such a day; another time