Which thou dost glare with!
Helena (to Shylock).—
Win her with gifts if she respect not words;
Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind,
More quick than words do move a woman’s mind.
Mrs. Pet.—See here, old man, just tell me what you want?
Shylock.—
My daughter! O my ducats! O my daughter!
Fled with a Christian! O my, my Christian ducats!
Justice! the law! my ducats and my daughter!