_Shy._ [_Aside_] How like a fawning publican he looks! I hate him for he is a Christian; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. 40 If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation; and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate, On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift, 45 Which he calls interest. Cursed be my tribe, If I forgive him! _Bass._ Shylock, do you hear? _Shy._ I am debating of my present store; And, by the near guess of my memory, I cannot instantly raise up the gross 50 Of full three thousand ducats. What of that? Tubal, a wealthy Hebrew of my tribe, Will furnish me. But soft! how many months Do you desire? [_To Ant._] Rest you fair, good signior; Your worship was the last man in our mouths. 55 _Ant._ Shylock, although I neither lend nor borrow, By taking nor by giving of excess, Yet, to supply the ripe wants of my friend, I’ll break a custom. Is he yet possess’d How much ye would? _Shy._ Ay, ay, three thousand ducats. 60 _Ant._ And for three months. _Shy._ I had forgot; three months, you told me so. Well then, your bond; and let me see; but hear you; Methought you said you neither lend nor borrow Upon advantage. _Ant._ I do never use it. 65 _Shy._ When Jacob grazed his uncle Laban’s sheep,— This Jacob from our holy Abram was, As his wise mother wrought in his behalf, The third possessor; ay, he was the third,— _Ant._ And what of him? did he take interest? 70 _Shy._ No, not take interest; not, as you would say, Directly interest: mark what Jacob did. When Laban and himself were compromised That all the eanlings which were streak’d and pied Should fall as Jacob’s hire, the ewes, being rank, 75 In the end of autumn turned to the rams; And when the work of generation was Between these woolly breeders in the act, The skilful shepherd peel’d me certain wands, And, in the doing of the deed of kind, 80 He stuck them up before the fulsome ewes, Who, then conceiving, did in eaning time Fall parti-colour’d lambs, and those were Jacob’s. This was a way to thrive, and he was blest: And thrift is blessing, if men steal it not. 85 _Ant._ This was a venture, sir, that Jacob served for; A thing not in his power to bring to pass, But sway’d and fashion’d by the hand of heaven. Was this inserted to make interest good? Or is your gold and silver ewes and rams? 90 _Shy._ I cannot tell; I make it breed as fast: But note me, signior.