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The Bargain of your Faith, I do beseech you
Even at that time I may be married too.
Ball. With all my Heart, so thou canst get a Wife.
Gra. I thank your Lordship, you have got me one.
My Eyes, my Lord, can look as swift as yours:
You saw the Mistress, I beheld the Maid;
You lov'd; I lov'd for Intermission.
No more pertains to me, my Lord, than you:
Your Fortune stood upon the Caskets there,
And so did mine too, as the Matter falls :
For wooing Herd, until I sweat again,
And swearing 'till my very Roof was dry
With Oaths of Love, at last, if Promise last,
I got a Promise of this fair one here,
To have her Love, provided that your Fortune
Atchiev'd her Mistress.
Por. Is this true, Nerissa?
Ner. Madam, it is so, so you stand pleas’d withal.
Bal. And do you, Gratiano, mean good Faith?
Gra. Yes Faith my Lord.
Bal. Our Feast shall be much honoured in your Marriage.
Gra. We'll play with them, the first Boy for a thousand Ducats.
Ner. What, and stake down?
Gra. No, we shall ne'er win at that Sport, and stakedown.
But who comes here? Lorenzo and his Infidel?
What, and my old Venetian Friend, Salanio?
Enter Lorenzo, Jessica, and Salanio,
Baf. Lorenzo and Salanio, welcome hither.
If that the Youth of my new Interest here
Have Power to bid you welcome. By your Leave
I bid my very Friends and Country-men,
Sweet Portia, welcome.
Por. So do I, my Lord; they are intirely welcome.
Lor. I thank your Honour: For my part, my Lord,
My Purpose was not to have seen you here,
But meeting with Salanio by the way,
He did intreat me past all saying nay,
To come with him along..
Sal. I did my Lord,
And I have reason for it; Signior Anthonio
Commends him to you.
Ball. E’er I ope this Letter,
I pray you tell me how my good Friend doth.
i Şai. Not fick, my Lord, unless it be in' Mind;
Nor well, unless in Mind : His Letter there
Will shew you his Eftate.
Bassanio opens the Letter.
Gra. Nerissa, cheer yond Stranger, bid her welcome.
Your Hand, Salanio; what's the News from Venice?
How doth that Royal Merchant, good Anthonio?
I know he will be glad of our Success:
We are the Jasons, we have won the Fleece.
Sal. I would you had won the Fleece that he hath loft.
Por. There are some shrewd Contents in yond fame Paper,
That steals the Colour from Bassanio's Cheek :
Some dear Friend dead, else nothing in the World
Could turn so much the Constitution
Of any constant Man. What, worse and worse!
With Leave, Bassanio, I am half your self,
And must freely have the half of any thing
That this fame Paper brings you.
Bal. O sweet Portia!
Here are a few of the unpleasant'It Words
That ever blotted Paper. Gentle Lady,
When I did first impart my Love to you,
I freely told you, all the Wealth I had
Ran in my Veins. I was a Gentleman,
And then I told you true; and yet dear Lady,
Rating my self at nothing, you shall see
How much I was a Braggart, when I told you
My State was nothing, I should then have told you,
That I was worse than nothing. For indeed
I have engag'd my self to a dear Friend;
Engag'd my Friend to his meer Enemy,
To feed my Means. Here is a Letter, Lady;
The Paper as the Body of my friend,
And every Word in it a gaping Wound,
Issuing Life-blood, But is it true, Salanio?
Have all his Ventures faild! What, not one hit !
From Tripolis, from Mexico, from England,
From Lisbon, Barbary, and India,
And not one Vessel 'scape the dreadful Touch
Of Merchant-marring Rocks?
Sal. Not one, my Lord:
Besides, it should appear, that if he had
The present Mony to discharge the Jew,
He would not take it. Never did I know
A Creature that did bear the Shape of Man,
So keen and greedy to confound a Man.
He plies the Duke at Morning and at Night,
And dgth impeach the Freedom of the State,
If they deny him Justice. Twenty Merchants,
The Duke himself, and the Magnificoes
Of greatest Port have all persuaded with him,
But none can drive him from the envious Plea
Of Forfeiture, of Justice, and his Bond.
Jes. When I was with him, I have heard him swear,
To Tuball and to Chus, his Country-men,
That he would rather havé Anthonio's Flesh
Than twenty times the Value of the Sum
That he did owe him; and I know, my Lord,
If Law, Authority, and Power deny not,
It will go hard with poor Anthonio,
Por. Is it your dear friend that is thus in Trouble ?
Bal. The dearest Friend to me, the kindest Man,
The best condition'd, and unweary'd Spirit
In doing Courtesies; and one in whom
The ancient Roman Honour more appears.
Than any that draws Breath in Italy.
Por. What Sum owes he the Jew?
Baf. For me three thousand Ducats..
Por. What, no more?
Pay him fix thousand, and deface the Bond;
Double fix thousand, and then treble that,
Before a Friend of this Description : -
Shall lose a Hair through my Bassanio's Fault.
First go with me to Church, and call me Wife,
And then away to Venice to your Friend;
For never shall you lye by Portia's Side
With an unquiet Soul.' You shall have Gold
Creditors oxy Ships have all me
To pay the petty Debt twenty times over.
When it is paid, bring your true Friend along;
My Maid Nerissa, and my self mean time,
Will live as Maids and Widows: Come away,
For you shall hence upon my Wedding-day.
Bid your Friends welcome, show a merry Cheer;
Since you are dear bought, I will love you dear.
But let me hear the Letter of your Friend.
Bas. reads. Weet Bassanio, my Ships have all miscarry'd, my
Creditors grow cruel, my Estate is very low, my Bond to the Jew is forfeit; and since, in paying it, it is imporfible I pould live, all Debts are cleared between you and 1, if I might see you at my Death; notwithstanding use your Pleasure: If your Love do not persuade you to come, let not my Letter. , Por. O Love! dispatch all Business, and be gone.
Bas. Since I have your good Leave to go away,
I will make haste; but 'till I come again,
No Bed shall e'er be guilty of my Stay,
Nør Rest be Interposer 'twixt us two. [Exeunt.
SCEN E III. Venice.
Enter Shylock, Solarino, Anthonio, and the Goaler.
Shy. Goaler, look to him: Tell me not of Mercy.
This is the Fool that lends out Mony Gratis.
Goaler, look to him.
Ant. Hear me yet, good Shylock.
Shy. I'll have my Bond; speak nor against my Bond:
I have sworn an Oath that I will have my Bond.
Thou call'st me Dog before thou hadft a Cause;
But fince I am a Dog, beware my Fangs:
"The Duke shall grant me Tustice. I do wonder,
Thou naughty Goaler, that thou art so fond
To come Abroad with him at his Request.
Ant. I pray thee hear me speak.
Shy. I'll have my Bond; I will not hear thee speak:
I'll have my Bond; and therefore speak no more. .
I'll not be made a soft and dull-ey'd Fool,
To shake the Head, relent, and figh and yield
To Christian Intercessors. Follow not;
I'll have no speaking; I will have my Bond. [Exit Shyium.
Sola. It is the most impenetrable Cur
That ever kept with Men.
Ant. Let him alone,
I'll follow him no more with bootless Prayers :
He seeks my Life; his Reason well I know;
I oft deliver'd from his Forfeitures
Many that have at times made Moan to me;
Therefore he hates me.
Sola. I am sure the Duke will never grant this Forfeiture to hold.
Ant. The Duke cannot deny the Course of Law; For the Commodity that Strangers have With us in Venice, if it be deny'd, Will much impeach the Justice of the State, Since that the Trade and Profit of the City Consisteth of all Nations. Therefore go, These Griefs and Losses have so bated me, That I shall hardly spare a Pound of Flesh To Morrow to my bloody Creditor. Well, Goaler, on; pray God Bafanio come To see me pay his Debt, and then I care not. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV. Belmont. | Enter Portia, Nerissa, Lorenzo, Jessica, and a Servant of 1
Lor. Madam, although I speak it in your Presence,
You have a noble and a true Conceit .
Of God-like Amity, which appears most strongly
In bearing thus the Absence of your Lord:
But if you knew to whom you shew this Honour,
How true a Gentleman you send Relief to,
How dear a Lover of my Lord, your Husband,
I know you would be prouder of the Work,
Than customary Bounty can enforce you.
Por. I never did repent for doing good,
Nor shall not now; for in Companions
That do converse and waste the Time together,
Whose Souls do bear an equal Yoke of Love,
There must be needs a like Proportion
Of Lineaments, of Manners, and of Spirit ; : Which