SALARINO.
Why, I am sure if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his flesh! What’s that good for?
SHYLOCK.
To bait fish withal; if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgrac’d me and hind’red me half a million, laugh’d at my losses, mock’d at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies. And what’s his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge! The villainy you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Enter a man from Antonio.
SERVANT.
Gentlemen, my master Antonio is at his house, and desires to speak with you both.
SALARINO.
We have been up and down to seek him.
Enter Tubal.
SOLANIO.
Here comes another of the tribe; a third cannot be match’d, unless the devil himself turn Jew.
[Exeunt Solanio, Salarino and the Servant.]
SHYLOCK.
How now, Tubal, what news from Genoa? Hast thou found my daughter?
TUBAL.
I often came where I did hear of her, but cannot find her.