Shylock. I always wondered why she eyed the men so!
What’s the dog’s Christian name?
Tubal. I think Lorenzo.
She’s got the start of us, and bolted right off.
Shylock. Heavy the day that first the sun the light off!
Offer rewards! Use every means to save her.
Let be but catch—I’ll lather the young shaver.
My only heiress folks will say in mock,
Fled like the timid hair from a Shy lock.
Take with you, though, unthinking girl, my curse.