Shy. Three thousand ducats; ’tis a good round sum.
[099] Three months from twelve; then, let me see; the rate—
[100] Ant. Well, Shylock, shall we be beholding to you?
Shy. Signior Antonio, many a time and oft
[102] In the Rialto you have rated me
About my moneys and my usances:
Still have I borne it with a patient shrug;
105 For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
[106] You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,
[107] And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine,