1 You must not deny me, I must go with you to Belmont.
2 Grant me two things, I pray you, Not to deny me, and to pardon me.
3 Do not draw back your hand; I'll take no more, And you in love shall not deny me this.
4 And I know, my lord, If law, authority, and power deny not, It will go hard with poor Antonio.
5 I do desire you Not to deny this imposition, The which my love and some necessity Now lays upon you.
6 He plies the Duke at morning and at night, And doth impeach the freedom of the state If they deny him justice.
7 If I could add a lie unto a fault, I would deny it, but you see my finger Hath not the ring upon it, it is gone.
8 Now, by this hand, I gave it to a youth, A kind of boy, a little scrubbed boy, No higher than thyself, the judge's clerk, A prating boy that begg'd it as a fee, I could not for my heart deny it him.
9 The Duke cannot deny the course of law, For the commodity that strangers have With us in Venice, if it be denied, 'Twill much impeach the justice of the state, Since that the trade and profit of the city Consisteth of all nations.'
10 The Duke cannot deny the course of law, For the commodity that strangers have With us in Venice, if it be denied, 'Twill much impeach the justice of the state, Since that the trade and profit of the city Consisteth of all nations.'
11 Let not that doctor e'er come near my house, Since he hath got the jewel that I loved, And that which you did swear to keep for me, I will become as liberal as you, I'll not deny him anything I have, No, not my body, nor my husband's bed.
12 No, by my honour, madam, by my soul, No woman had it, but a civil doctor, Which did refuse three thousand ducats of me, And begg'd the ring, the which I did deny him, And suffer'd him to go displeas'd away, Even he that had held up the very life Of my dear friend.