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If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?

Act 3, Scene 1

I’ll not be made a soft and dull eyed fool!

The pound of flesh that I demand of him
Is dearly bought.


Thus hath the candle singed the moth.

Portia: Act 2, Scene 9, Line 85

And I beseech you,
Wrest once the law to your authority,
To do a great right, do a little wrong,
And curb this cruel devil of his will.

Bassanio: Act 4, Scene 4, lines 221-225