Shy.
Ay, his breast:
So says the bond:—doth it not, noble judge?—
‘Nearest his heart:’ those are the very words.
[250] Por. It is so. Are there balance here to weigh
The flesh?
Shy. I have them ready.
Por. Have by some surgeon, Shylock, on your charge,
[253] To stop his wounds, lest he do bleed to death.
[254] Shy. Is it so nominated in the bond?