Chapter 20: XIX

XIX Salarino Why, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his flesh; what’s that good for? Shylock To bait fish withal; if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. Merchant of Venice The shades of evening had come to increase the dreariness of the place, when the party entered the ruins of William Henry. The scout and his companions immediately made their preparations to pass the night there; but with an earnestness and sobriety of demea…