Act I

Shylock, do you hear?

I am debating of my present store,

And, by the near guess of my memory,

I cannot instantly raise up the gross

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? Rest you fair, good signior;

Your worship was the last man in our mouths.

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?

Ay, ay, three thousand ducats.