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and my Miles offre you

Which makes me think that this Anthonio,
Being the Bosom-lover of my Lord,
Must needs be like my Lord. If it be so,
How little is the Cost I have bestowed
In purchasing the Semblance of my Soul
From out the state of hellish Cruelty.
This comes too near the praising of my self;
Therefore no more of it : Here are other things. . !
Lorenzo, I commit into your Hands,
The Husbandry and Manage of my House,
Until my Lord's return. For mine own part,
I have toward Heav'n breath'd a secret Vow,
To live in Prayer and Contemplation,
Only attended by Nerissa here,
Until her Husband and my Lord's return.
There is a Monastery two Miles off,
And there we will abide. I do desire you
Not to deny this Impofition,

The which my Love and some Neceflity
Now lays upon you. .

Lor. Madam, with all my Heart,
I shall obey you in all fair Commands.

Por. My People do already know my mind,
And will acknowledge you and Jesica i
In place of Lord Bassanio and my self. .
So fare you well till we shall meet again..
· Lor. Fair Thoughts and happy Hours attend on you.

Fef. I wish your Ladyship all Heart's Content.

Por. I thank you for your Wish, and am well pleas'd To wish it back on you: Fare you well, Jessica. (Ex. JeleLor Now, Balthazar, as I have ever found thee honest, true, So let me find thee ftill ; Take this fame Letter, And use thou all the Endeavour of a Man, In speed to Mantua ; see thou render this Into my Cousin's Hand, Doctor Bellario, And look what Notes and Garments he doth give thee, Bring them, I pray thee, with imagin'd speed Unto the Traject, to the common Ferry Which trades to Venice : Waste no time in Words, But get thee gone; I shall be there before thee. Bal. Madam, I go with all convenient speed. [Exit.


Por. Come on, Nerissa, I have work in hand
That you yet know not of: We'll see our Husbands
Before they think of us?

Ner. Shall they see us ?

Por. They shall, Nerissa; but in such a Habit,
That they shall think we are accomplished
With that we lack. I'll hold thee any Wager,
When we are both Accoutred like Young Men,
I'll prove the prettier Fellow of the two,
And wear my Dagger with the braver Grace,
And speak between the Change of Man and Boy,
With a reed Voice; and turn two mincing Steps
Into a maply Stride, and speak of Frays,
Like a fine bragging Youth ; and tell quaint Lies,
How honourable Ladies fought my Love,
Which I depying, they fell sick and died.
I could not do withal : Then I'll repent,
And wish for all that, that I had not kill'd them,
And twenty of these puny Lies I'll tell,
Then Men shall swear I have discontinued School
Above a Twelve-month. I have within my Mind
A thousand raw Tricks of these bragging Jacks,
Which I will practise..

Ner. Why, shall we turn to Men?

Por. Fié, what a question's that, If thou wert near a lewd Interpreter? But come, I'll tell thee all my whole Device When I am in my Coach, which stays for us At the Park Gate;. and therefore hafte away, For we must measure Twenty Miles to day. [Exeunt.

Enter Launcelot and Jeffica. Laun. Yes, truly : For look you, the Sins of the Father are to be laid upon the Children ; therefore, I promise you, I fear you. I was always plain with you; and so now I speak my Agitation of the Matter : Therefore be of good cheer; for truly I think you are Damn'd: There is but one hope in it that can do you any good, and that is but a kind of Bastard-hope neither.

Jer. And what hope is that, I pray thee?"

Laun. Marry you may partly hope that your Father got you not, that you are not the Jew's Daughter.

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: Jer. That were a kind of Bastard-hope indeed; fo the Sins of my Mother should be visited upon me.

Laun. Truly then I fear you are Damn'd both by Father and Mother: Thus when you shun Sylla, your Father, you fall into Charibdis, your Mother: Well, you are gone both ways.

Jes. I shall be saved by my Husband; he hath made me a Christian. .

Laun. Truly the more to blame he; we were Christians enough before, e'en as many as could well live one by another: This making of Christians will raise the Price of Hogs; if we grow all to be Pork-eaters, we thall not shortly have a Rafher on the Coals for Mony.

: Enter Lorenzo. Fef. I'll tell my Husband, Launcelot, what you say: Here he comes.

Lor. I shall grow Jealous of you shortly, Launcelot, if you thus get my Wife into Corners.

Jes. Nay, you need not fear us, Lorenzo; Launcelot and I are out; he tells me Alarly, there is no Mercy for me in Heav'n, because I am a Few's Daughter : And he says, you are no good Member of the Commonwealth; for in converting Fews to Christians, you raise the Price of Pork.

Lor. I shall answer that better to the Commonwealth than you can the getting up of the Negro's Belly: The Moor is with Child by you, Launcelot.

Laun. It is much that the Moor should be more than Reason: But if she be less than an honest Woman, she is indeed more than I took her for.

Lor. How every Fool can play upon the Word! I think the best Grace of Wit will shortly turn into Silence, and Difcourse grow commendable in none only but Parrats. . Go in, Sirrah, bid them prepare for Dinner.

Laun. That is done, Sir; they have all Stomachs.

Lor. Goodly Lord, what a Wit-snapper are you! Then bid them prepare Dinner..

Laun. That is done too, Sir; only Cover is the word..
Lor. Will you cover then, Sir?
Laun. Not so, Sir, neither; I know my Duty.

Lor. Yet more quarrelling with occasion! wilt thou shew the whole Wealth of thy Wit in an instant? I pray thee understand a plain Man in his plain Meaning : Go to thy Fellows bid them cover the Table, serve in the Meat, and we will come in to Dinner.


Lann. For the Table, Sir, it shall be served in; for the Meat, Sir, it shall be covered; for your coming in to Dinner, Sir, why let it be as Homours and Conceits shall govern.

[Exit Laun.
Lor. O dear Difcretion, how his Words are suited!
The Fool hath planted in his Memory
An Army of good Words; and I do know
A many Fools that stand in better place,
Garnith'd like him, that for a trickle Word
Defie the Matter: How cheer'st thou, Fellica 3
And now, good Sweet, say thy Opinion,
How dost thou like the Lord Baffanio's Wife?

Jes. Paft all expressing : It is very meet
The Lard Baffanio live an upright Life.
For having such a Blessing in his Lady,
He finds the Joys of Heav'n here on Earth :
And if on Earth he do not mean it, it
Is reason he should never come to Heav'n.
Why, if two gods should play some heav'nly Match,
And on the Wager lay two earthly Women,
And Portia one, there must be something else
Pawn'd with the other; for the poor rude World
Hath not her Fellow.

Lor. Even such a Husband
Haft thou of me, as she is for a Wife.

Jes. Nay, but ask my Opinion too of that.
Lor. I will anon: First let us go to Dinner.
Jef. Nay, let me praise you while I have a Stomach.
Lor. No, pray thee, let it serve for Table-talk;
Then howsome'er thou speak'st, 'mongst other things,
I shall digest it.

Fes. Well, I'll set you forth. . [Exeunt.


A C T IV. SCENE I. Venice. Enter the Duke, the Senators, Anthonio, Bassanio, and

Graciano. Duke. V THAT, is Anthonio here?

V Ant. Ready, so please your Grace. Duke. I am sorry for thee; thou art come to answer

A ftony Adversary, an inhuman Wretch,
Uncapable of Pity; void and empty
From any drain of Mercy.

Ant. I have heard
Your Grace hath ta'en great pains to qualifie
His rigorous Course ; but since he stands obdurate,
And that no lawful Means can carry me
Out of his Envy's reach, I do oppose
My Patience to his Fury, and am arm'd
To suffer with a quietness of Spirit
The very Tyranny and Rage of his.

Duke. Go one and call the few into the Court. . '
Sal. He is ready at the Door: He comes, my Lord.

Enter Shylock.
Duke. Make room, and let him ftand before our Face.
Shylock, the World thinks, and I think so too,
That thou but lead'st this Fashion of thy Malice .
To the last Hour of act, and then 'tis thought
Thou'lt shew thy Mercy and Remorse more strange
Than is thy strange apparent Cruelty, .
Which is a Pound of this poor Merchant's Flesh. '.
Thou wilt not only lose the. Forfeiture,
But touch'd with human Gentleness and Love,
Forgive a moiety of the Principal,
Glancing an Eye of Pity on his Losses
That have of late so hudled on his back,
Enough to press a Royal Merchant down,
And pluck Commiseration of his State
From brassy Bosoms, and rough Hearts of Flint, ..
From stubborn Turks and Tartars, never train'd
To Offices of tender Courtesie.
We all expe&t a gentle Answer, Jew.

Shy. I have possess'd your Grace of what I purpose;
And by our holy Sabbath have I sworn
To have the Due and Forfeit of my Bond.
If you deny it, let the Danger light
Upon your Charter, and your City's Freedom.
You'll ask me why I rather chuse to have
A weight of Carrion Flesh, than to receive
Three thousand Ducats? I'll not answer that. .
But say it is my Humour, is it answered


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