61 and then it is the complexion of them all to leave the dam.
SHYLOCK. She is damned for it.
SALARINO. That ' s certain, if the devil may be her judge.
SHYLOCK. My own flesh and blood to rebel!
SALANIO. Out upon it, old carrion! Rebels it at these years?
SHYLOCK. I say my daughter is my flesh and my blood.
SALARINO. There is more difference between thy flesh and hers than between jet and ivory; more between your bloods than there is between red wine and Rhenish. But tell us, do you hear whether Antonio have had any loss at sea or no?
SHYLOCK. There I have another bad match: a bankrupt, a prodigal, who dare scarce show his head on the Rialto; a beggar, that used to come so smug upon the mart; let him look to his bond: he was wont to call me usurer; let him look to his bond: he was wont to lend money for a Christian courtesy; let him look to his bond.
SALARINO. Why, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his flesh: what ' s that good for?
SHYLOCK. To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else, it will