1 This is the fool that lent out money gratis.
2 Shylock, there's thrice thy money offered thee.
3 Be merciful, Take thrice thy money; bid me tear the bond.
4 Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me About my moneys and my usances.
5 Besides, it should appear, that if he had The present money to discharge the Jew, He would not take it.
6 Go presently inquire, and so will I, Where money is, and I no question make To have it of my trust or for my sake.
7 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.
8 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.
9 This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs; if we grow all to be pork-eaters, we shall not shortly have a rasher on the coals for money.
10 To you, Antonio, I owe the most in money and in love, And from your love I have a warranty To unburden all my plots and purposes How to get clear of all the debts I owe.
11 Thou know'st that all my fortunes are at sea; Neither have I money nor commodity To raise a present sum, therefore go forth Try what my credit can in Venice do; That shall be rack'd even to the uttermost, To furnish thee to Belmont to fair Portia.