1 Your father was ever virtuous, and holy men at their death have good inspirations.
2 I had rather be married to a death's-head with a bone in his mouth than to either of these.
3 Have by some surgeon, Shylock, on your charge, To stop his wounds, lest he do bleed to death.
4 Commend me to your honourable wife, Tell her the process of Antonio's end, Say how I lov'd you, speak me fair in death.
5 There do I give to you and Jessica, From the rich Jew, a special deed of gift, After his death, of all he dies possess'd of.
6 I am a tainted wether of the flock, Meetest for death, the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground, and so let me.
7 I would she were as lying a gossip in that as ever knapped ginger or made her neighbours believe she wept for the death of a third husband.
8 So please my lord the Duke and all the court To quit the fine for one half of his goods, I am content, so he will let me have The other half in use, to render it Upon his death unto the gentleman That lately stole his daughter.