Venice. A street.
Gaoler, look to him: tell not me of mercy; This is the fool that lent out money gratis: Gaoler, look to him.
I’ll have my bond; speak not against my bond: I have sworn an oath that I will have my bond. Thou call’dst me dog before thou hadst a cause; But, since I am a dog, beware my fangs: The duke shall grant me justice. I do wonder, Thou naughty gaoler, that thou art so fond To come abroad with him at his request.
I’ll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak: I’ll have my bond; and therefore speak no more. I’ll not be made a soft and dull-eyed fool, To shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yield To Christian intercessors. Follow not; I’ll have no speaking: I will have my bond. Exit.
It is the most impenetrable cur That ever kept with men.