I never heard a passion so confused, So strange, outrageous, and so variable, As the dog Jew did utter in the streets: “My daughter! O my ducats! O my daughter! Fled with a Christian! O my Christian ducats! Justice! the law! my ducats, and my daughter! A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats, Of double ducats, stolen from me by my daughter! And jewels, two stones, two rich and precious stones, Stolen by my daughter! Justice! find the girl; She hath the stones upon her, and the ducats.”

Why, all the boys in Venice follow him, Crying, his stones, his daughter, and his ducats.

Let good Antonio look he keep his day, Or he shall pay for this.