[Enter Shylock, door F.]
Mrs. Pet.—How now, Shylock? What news among the merchants? What will you loan upon my ulster?
Shylock.—Take it to my brother Solomon, on the Rialto; he’ll give you liberally and charge you naught for camphor.
Mrs. Pet.—Have you heard from your daughter, and your son-in-law, Lorenzo, lately?
Shylock.—No, no; not I. All hope to find her long hath fled. One-half the jewels that she took no doubt Lorenzo pawned; and yet the thankless knave sent me not e’en a ticket to redeem the goods!
Mrs. Pet.—’Tis said, for satisfaction’s sake, you now refuse to grant renewal of your loans, e’en though the interest thereon be paid; ay, that Antonio, the poor butcher, will lose the meats that now are forfeit. Why take his venison? Wilt answer, Shylock?
Shylock.—
I hate him, for he is a Christian;
But more, for that, in low simplicity,
He lends out money gratis, and brings down