Second Citizen. How likest thou the judge from Padua?
Third Citizen. Eh, Jew, an upright judge! thou hast my lord
The duke to thank for thy poor life. Had I
But been thy judge a halter had been thine,
And thou had’st swung in’t, yet, beshrew my life,
’Twere pity that good Christian hemp were stretch’d
To hang a misbegotten knave like thee.
Fourth Citizen. Shylock, thou infidel, thou should’st have had
The lash on thine old back ten score of times
Ere they had suffer’d thee from out the court.