Salan. Let me say ‘amen’ betimes, lest the devil cross [019] my prayer, for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew.
Enter Shylock.
020 How now, Shylock! what news among the merchants?
[021] Shy. You knew, none so well, none so well as you, of my daughter’s flight.
Salar. That’s certain: I, for my part, knew the tailor that made the wings she flew withal.
025 Salan. And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird [026] was fledged; and then it is the complexion of them all to leave the dam.
Shy. She is damned for it.
Salar. That’s certain, if the devil may be her judge.
030 Shy. My own flesh and blood to rebel!
[031] Salar. Out upon it, old carrion! rebels it at these years?