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"They wait for Bell I dinna mind his mind a laerned lawyer, ony way; he's sick, but sends ane mair laerned still, and, when this ane comes, he looks not older nor wiser than mysel." Flucker. "No possible!" Christie. "Ye needna be sae sarcy, Flucker, for when he comes to his wark he soon lets 'em ken runs his een like lightening ower the boend. 'This bond's forfeit.
"'Then tak your boend, an' your pund o' flesh, but in cutting o' 't, if thou dost shed one drop of Christian bluid, thou diest!" Jean Carnie. "Hech!" Christie. "'Thy goods are by the laws Veneece con-fis-cate, confiscate!" Then, like an artful narrator, she began to wind up the story more rapidly. "Sae Shylock got to be no sae saucy.
"Dinna speak like that to me, onybody, or I shall gie ye my boat, and fling my nets intil it, as ye sail awa wi' her." Jean Carnie. "Sae he let the puir deevil go. Oh! ye ken wha could stand up against siccan a shower o' Ennglish as thaat." Christie. "He just said, 'My deeds upon my heed. I claim the law, says he; 'there is no power in the tongue o' man to alter me. I stay here on my boend."
'Have by a doctor to stop the blood. 'I see nae doctor in the boend, says the Jew body." Flucker. "Bait your hook wi' a boend, and ye shall catch yon carle's saul, Satin, my lad." "Oh, Flucker, dinna speak evil o' deegneties that's maybe fishing for yoursel' the noo! -'An' ye shall cut the flesh frae off his breest. 'A sentence, says Shylock, 'come, prepare."
Christie made a dash en Shylock, and the company trembled. Christie. "'Bide a wee, says the judge, 'this boend gies ye na a drap o' bluid; the words expressly are, a pund o' flesh!" "That's into your mutton, Shylock" "Oh, Jean! yon's an awfu' voolgar exprassion to come fra' a woman's mooth." "Could ye no hae said, 'intil his bacon'?" said Lizzie Johnstone, confirming the remonstrance. Christie.
'Pay the boend thrice, says he, 'and let the puir deevil go. 'Here it's, says Bassanio. Na! the young judge wadna let him. 'He has refused it in open coort; no a bawbee for Shylock but just the forfeiture; an' he daur na tak it. 'I'm awa', says he.
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