China oil paintings

China oil paintings
BASSANIO
This is Signior Antonio.
SHYLOCK
[Aside]
How like a fawning publican he looks!I hate him for he is a Christian,But more for that in low simplicityHe lends out money gratis and brings downThe rate of usance here with us in Venice.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,Which he calls interest. Cursed be my tribe,If I forgive him!
BASSANIO
Shylock, do you hear?
SHYLOCK
I am debating of my present store,And, by the near guess of my memory,I cannot instantly raise up the grossOf full three thousand ducats. What of that?Tubal, a wealthy Hebrew of my tribe,Will furnish me. But soft! how many monthsDo you desire?
[To ANTONIO]
Rest you fair, good signior;Your worship was the last man in our mouths.