Shy. And by our holy sabbath have I sworn To have the due and forfeit of my bond. Shy. Three thousand ducats, and Antonio bound Act I. Scene III. Mor. O hell! what have we here? A carrion death, within whose empty eye There is a written scroll? I'll read the writing. Act II. Scene VII. A Shy. Why then the devil give him good of it! I'll stay no longer question. Act IV. Scene I. Por. Come on, Nerissa; I have work in hand, That yet you know not of; we'll see our husbands Before they think of us. Act V. Scene I. |