The slaves are ours. So do I answer you : The pound of flesh, which I demand of him, Is dearly bought, 'tis mine, and I will have it : If you deny me, fie upon your law ! There is no force in the decrees of Venice. I stand for judgment : answer ; shall...
Much ado about nothing. The merchant of Venice. Love's labour's lost. As you ... - Page 147
by William Shakespeare - 1762
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