Perchance buy heavier scourges for the backs
Of lesser Hebrews, whom his wolfish packs
Of salaried minions hunt.
Take back thine hand,
Imperious Autocrat, and understand
Gold buys not, rules not, serves not, salves not all.
Blood speaks—in favour of the helpless thrall
Of tyranny. Here's no tame Shylock: he
Shall not bend low, and in a bondsman's key,
Make o'er his money-bags with unctuous grace