Many a time and oft

William Shakespeare

The Merchant of Venice, Act 1, Scene 3

Signior Antonio, many a time and oftIn the Rialto you have rated meAbout my moneys and my usances:Still have I borne it with a patient shrug,For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine,And all for use of that which is mine own.Well then, it now appears you need my help:Go to, then; you come to me, and you say‘Shylock, we would have moneys:’ you say so;You, that did void your rheum upon my beardAnd foot me as you spurn a stranger curOver your threshold: moneys is your suitWhat should I say to you? Should I not say‘Hath a dog money? is it possibleA cur can lend three thousand ducats?’ OrShall I bend low and in a bondman’s key,With bated breath and whispering humbleness, Say this;‘Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last;You spurn’d me such a day; another timeYou call’d me dog; and for these courtesiesI’ll lend you thus much moneys’?