The plagues of Egypt fall upon ye, dogs
Of Christians; all the pains—
Fourth Citizen.Nay, gentle Jew,
’Tis said thou must become a Christian, straight;
Old Shylock, turn perforce, a “Christian dog!”
Now, greybeard infidel, how lik’st thou this?
Shylock. Eternal torments blister him that asks.
[Exit Shylock, raving.
Second Citizen. A sweet-fac’d Christian will our Shylock make.
I would that I might be his cònfessor,