Portia. I pray you, let me look upon the bond.
Shylock. Here ’tis, most reverend doctor, here it is.
Portia. Shylock, there’s thrice thy money offered thee.
Shylock. An oath, an oath, I have an oath in heaven.
Shall I lay perjury upon my soul?
No, not for Venice.
Portia.Why, this bond is forfeit;
And lawfully by this the Jew may claim
A pound of flesh, to be by him cut off
Nearest the merchant’s heart.—Be merciful: