Which, fike your asses and your dogs and mules,

 Duke: How shalt thou hope for mercy, rendering none?Shylock: What judgment shall I dread, doing no wrong?You have among you many a purchas’d slave, Which, fike your asses and your dogs and mules,
    You use in abject and in slavish parts,
    Because you bought them; shall I say to you
    ‘Let them be free, marry them to your heirs?
    Why sweat they under burdens? let their beds
    Be made as soft as yours, and let their palates
    Be season’d with such viands? You will answer
    ‘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 I have it?
Duke: How shalt thou hope for mercy, rendering none?
    Shylock: What judgment shall I dread, doing no wrong?
    You have among you many a purchas’d slave,
    Which, fike your asses and your dogs and mules,
    You use in abject and in slavish parts,
    Because you bought them; shall I say to you
    ‘Let them be free, marry them to your heirs?
    Why sweat they under burdens? let their beds
    Be made as soft as yours, and let their palates
    Be season’d with such viands? You will answer
    ‘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 I have it?