Judge — February 21, 1925 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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fast. You're entitled to a pound of flesh, see? But if you spill one drop of blood in getting it we'll have the red flag flying in front of Shylock, Incorporated, and the sheriff will want a few personal words with you, You'll crab yourself for fair unless you beat it quick. Shylock (addressing the Judge) Has this guy got the right dope? Judge—VMW tell the world he has. Goon, you old pirate, ge your pound | of flesh, but if you spill any blood | you'll be crackin’ rocks for the rest of your life. Shylock—AM right called. You win. ‘T Antonio (addressing Portia) —Put it here, ki You're the eat’s, I'l tell the woild. (Whispers) I know a little place where the Judg T can y. gaine’s you and r. How | about it,eh? (‘They leave the court, :GGunG YounG PLaywnricnt—Sir, I have here i th 088- arm tn arm. . word puzzle plot ° syne trad hare hereia, play ialh across Shylock—Just my luck. FL bet rt some real pre if it was rainin’ hot dogs Pd be ona | | vegetable diet. I wonder if Jessica Sh, Sh, Shylock! and sit down in the rear of the court, is still gallivantin’ around with that . bein’ sure to remove your ‘Truly guy? (How Shakespeare Would Probably be Warner. CURTAIN Com pelled to Write The Merchant Portia—Nv so fast, kid, not so Arthur L. Lippmann of Venice” for Production by a Present-day Manager.) Antonio—Well, this poor sap in- sists on cutting off his pound of rib roast, so I guess it's six feet deep for me. Shylock—You told it, Tony. A pound of flesh is what I ain't gonna get nothing else but. Off with the ‘ r & Marx, boy. Let get down to business. This is my busy day. Judge (addressing Shylock) —Have a heart, will ya? This f F tough break and there ain't no use in riding him too hard. Be a regular guy. Shylock—1 want what T want when T want it. dest because every dame up on the Rialto gives this guy the ©. 0. is no reason why TI shouldn't git what's comin’ to me. Judge (addressing Antonio) — Sorry, Tony, but you'd better do the next-to-nature act. The old hozo's got the goods on you. (Antonio strips and Shylock ap- proaches with the knife. He is just about to cut when Portia enters.) Portia—Snap out of it, old kid. Put down the kitchen cutlery. Shylock—This ain't nor business, young feller. Go wa a Tou—I tell you, this play makes me think—. Sve—Miracle play, eh? — comicbooks.com