The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
If I can catch him once upon the hip
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
He hates our sacred nation; and he rails
Even there where merchants most do congregate,
On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift,
Which he calls interest. Cursed be my tribe
If I forgive him.
Mrs. Pet.—If I were his wife you would not thus berate the man. If Petruchio could speak, he’d say so too.
Shylock.—I seek my truant child; I heard she lived, not long since, hereabouts.