035 Shy. I have possess’d your Grace of what I purpose;
[036] And by our holy Sabbath have I sworn
To have the due and forfeit of my bond:
If you deny it, let the danger light
Upon your charter and your city’s freedom.
040 You’ll ask me, why I rather choose to have
A weight of carrion-flesh than to receive
[042] Three thousand ducats: I’ll not answer that:
[043] But, say, it is my humour: is it answer’d?
What if my house be troubled with a rat,