Chapter 24: XXII

XXII My daughter—O my ducats—O my daughter! —O my Christian ducats! Justice—the Law—my ducats, and my daughter! Merchant of Venice Leaving the Saxon chiefs to return to their banquet as soon as their ungratified curiosity should permit them to attend to the calls of their half-satiated appetite, we have to look in upon the yet more severe imprisonment of Isaac of York. The poor Jew had been hastily thrust into a dungeon-vault of the castle, the floor of which was d…