When Shylock discovers his loss he is mad with grief and rage.
He runs about the streets crying for justice.
"Justice! the law! my ducats, and my daughter!
A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats,
Of double ducats stol'n from me by my daughter!"
And all the wild boys in Venice follow after him mocking him and
crying, "His stones, his daughter and his ducats!"
So finding nowhere love or sympathy but everywhere only mockery
and cruel laughter, Shylock vows vengeance. The world has
treated him ill, and he will repay the world with ill, and
chiefly against Antonio does his anger grow bitter.
Then Antonio's friends shake their heads and say, "Let him beware
the hatred of the Jew." They look gravely at each other, for it
is whispered abroad that "Antonio hath a ship of rich lading
wreck'd on the narrow seas."
Then let Antonio beware.
"Thou wilt not take his flesh," says one of the young merchant's
friends to Shylock. "What's that good for?"
"To bait fish withal," snarls the Jew.
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