Portia
Therefore lay bare your bosom.
Shylock
Ay, his breast:
So says the bond: doth it not, noble judge?
“Nearest his heart:” those are the very words.
Portia
It is so. Are there balance here to weigh
The flesh?
Shylock
I have them ready.
Portia
Have by some surgeon, Shylock, on your charge,
To stop his wounds, lest he do bleed to death.