Fifth Citizen. A beating shall he have, e’en now, the knave.
[Beats Shylock.
Shylock [striking about him angrily] Aye! kill me, dogs of Christians, an’ ye will!
Meseems the Jew hath no more leave to tread
The stones on Christian streets; he may not breathe
The air a Christian breathes, nor gaze uncheck’d
Upon the Christian’s sky; he hath no part
Or lot in anything that is, unless
A Christian please to nod the head. I hate
Ye, brood of Satan that ye are! May all