My lord, here stays without
A messenger with letters from the doctor,
New come from Padua.

He is ready at the door: he comes, my lord.

Not one, my lord.
Besides, it should appear, that if he had
The present money to discharge the Jew,
He would not take it. Never did I know
A creature, that did bear the shape of man,
So keen and greedy to confound a man:
He plies the duke at ...

I would you had won the fleece that he hath lost.

Not sick, my lord, unless it be in mind;
Nor well, unless in mind: his letter there
Will show you his estate.

I did, my lord;
And I have reason for it. Signior Antonio
Commends him to you.