Of Shylock; in his breast the heart unchang’d.
[Choir heard chanting Judica me Deus.
Yea, my good fellow Christians, I do thank
Ye for that word, and hug it to my heart.
Henceforth it shall be mine, when I do pray,
Not to thy Christ, but unto Israel’s God!
“Give sentence with me, O my God; defend
My cause against the hosts that wrought me ill.”
[Choir in the distance, responding Amen.
[Exit Shylock.