I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
He hates our sacred nation: and he rails
Even there where merchants most do congregate,
On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift.
Which he calls interest: Cursed be my tribe
If I forgive him!
Re-enter BASSANIO with ANTONIO.
Bas. Shylock, do you hear?
Shy
. I am debating of my present store;