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Answer
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Act 1 Scene 3
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Act 1 Scene 3
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(Aside)
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How like a fawning publican he looks!
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I
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hate him for he is a christian
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He lends
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out money gratis and brings down the rate of usance here in Venice
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I will
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feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him
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Cursed
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be my tribe if I forgive him!
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The devil
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can cite scripture for his purpose
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A goodly
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rotten apple at heart
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Suff
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rance is the badge of all our tribe
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You call
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me misbeliever, cut throat dog and spit upon my Jewish gaberdine
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Void
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your rheum upon my beard and foot me as you would spurn a stranger cur
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Shall I
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bend low, in a bondman's key
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Hath
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a dog money? Is it possible? A cur can lend three thousand ducats?
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For these
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courtesies, I'll lend you thus much monies
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A pound
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of a man's flesh, taken from aman is not so estimable, profitable neither
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Act 2 scene 3
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Our
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house is hell and thou a merry devil
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What
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heinous sin it is to... be ashamed to be my father's child
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Though I
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am daughter to his blood I am not to his manners
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I shall
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end this strife, become a christian and thy loving wife
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Act 2 scene 5
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Yet I'll
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go in hate to feed upon the prodigal christian
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I did
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dream of money bags tonight
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Lock
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up my doors
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Gaze on
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christian fools with varnished faces
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If my fortune
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not be crossed, I have a father, you a daughter, lost
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Act 2 scene 6
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(In
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boy's clothes)
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Catch
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this casket, it is worth the pains
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I am
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much ashamed of my exchange
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Must
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I hold a candle to my shames?
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True
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as she is
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And
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gild myself with some moe ducats
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Act 3 scene 1
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Let
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him look to his bond
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It will
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feed my revenge
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Cooled
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my friends, heated mine enemies
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???
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I am a jew
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Hath
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not a jew eyes?
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If you
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prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh
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The villainy
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you teach me I will execute
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A diamond
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gone cost me two thousand ducats!
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I would
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my daughter were dead at my foot
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Hearsed
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at my foot and the ducats in her coffin
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One night
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four score ducats (80000) thou stickst a dagger in me
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I had it
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of Leah when I was a bachelor
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Act 3 Scene 2
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Pause
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a day or two
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But it
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is not love
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I could
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teach you how to choose right
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As I am
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I live upon the rack. Upon the rack, Bassanio? Then confess what treason there is mingled with your love
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One half
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of me is yours, the other half yours
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There may as well be
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amity and life tween snow and fire, as treason and my love
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Parts from this
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finger then parts from life hence. O then be bold to say Bassanio's dead!
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This shadow
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doth limp behind the substance
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O these
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naughty times
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Act 4 scene 1
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O
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learned judge
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peri
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peteia
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Commend me
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to your honourable wife
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Shed thou
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no blood, nor cut thou no less nor more than just a pound of flesh
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You take
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my house when you do take the prop that doth sustain my house; you take my life when you take the means whereby I live
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A halter
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gratis
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If you deny
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it let the danger light upon your charter and your city's freedom
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The jew shall
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have my flesh, blood, bones and all
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The weakest
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kind of fruit drops earliest to the ground, so let me
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Beg that
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thou mayst have leave to hang thyself
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Life itself,
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my wife and all the world are not with me esteemed above thy life
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Say how
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I loved you, speak me fair in death
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It droppeth
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as gentle rain from heaven
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Mercy is
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above thy sceptered sway. It is enthroned in the hearts of kings
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For thy three thousand
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ducats here is six. If every ducat in six thousand ducats were in six parts and every part a ducat, I would have my bond
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I'll pay
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it instantly with all my heart
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You may as
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well question with the wolf
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