Act 3 scene 5

• There is but one hope in it that can do you any good, and

  that is but a kind of bastard hope neither.


  Lancelot – repetition, prose
• I shall be saved by my husband; he hath made me a Christian.


  Jessica – sibilance, alliteration
• He finds the joys of heaven here on earth


  Jessica – hyperbole, praising Portia