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Sal. That’s certain. I for my part knew the tailor that made the wings she flew withal.

Sol. And Shylock for his own part knew the bird was flidge, and then it is the complexion of them all to leave the dam.

Shy. She is damn’d for it.

Sal. That’s certain, if the devil may be her judge.

Shy. My own flesh and blood to rebel!

Sol. Out upon it, old carrion, rebels it at these years?

Shy. I say, my daughter is my flesh and my blood.

Sal. There is more difference between thy flesh and hers than between jet and ivory, more between your bloods than there is between red wine and Rhenish. But tell us, do you hear whether Antonio have had any loss at sea or no?

Shy. There I have another bad match. A bank-rout, a prodigal, who dare scarce show his head on the Rialto; a beggar, that was us’d to come so smug upon the mart: let him look to his bond. He was wont to call me usurer, let him look to his bond. He was wont to lend money for a Christian cur’sy, let him look to his bond.

Sal. Why, I am sure if he forfeit thou wilt not take his flesh. What’s that good for?