Monologue

Shylock Monologue from The Merchant of Venice

From The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare

male · dark · 35 sec

I am bid forth to supper, Jessica. There are my keys. But wherefore should I go? I am not bid for love, they flatter me. But yet I’ll go in hate, to feed upon The prodigal Christian. Jessica, my girl, Look to my house. I am right loath to go; There is some ill a-brewing towards my rest, For I did dream of money-bags tonight.

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