Tarry a while o cursed Jew
Antonio, aye, has ticks few
He be thine, upon his word
On point of sword, it be heard!
Spare him not the cold keen
To you is fair your due lean
Dealt upon himself this fate
Wretch! Easy bit thine sly bait
Shall surely suffer the lands law
Ready to face thine cursed paw
Listen ye! Oh Venetian curse
Cold thine heart like frozen hearse
Sharpen dagger thou left by right
To carve his breast with evil slight
Thou caste askance in much disdain
Greatly mirth thee captive's pain
In thine eyes I witness brutal fire
With men's needs ye oft conspire
Thee so zealous in vital greed
Law to see none doth bleed
Attend to what I here proceed
Ere thee play thine wicked deed
Pray be roused to spilt blood
Nary a drop, not drip nor flood
Take thine pound, be thee gone
Loose thyself in spreading dawn
Thou art but a ravenous cur
Dimes alone be thine eyes blur
Be lost in haste, ere the crowd
String thy neck, so dismal proud
I love the classical language, the meter and the flow in your poem.Beautifully written! Thank you.
I haven't read Merchant of Venice, but the poem is beautifl.
Really excellent poem I admire the way you used old fashioned language to write this.Clever and very interesting well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The Baird, s language indeed [ I have all he wrote in one thick book] you present the poem so well...The only thing I dislike about Shakespeare is he did a dis-service to the Jewish race by inventing a Jew as Shylock and his pound of flesh.... For every one Shylock who wants his pound of flesh there is 50 the same but not Jewish in the worl, thanks.for the read...regards