father, I fall into Charybdis, 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 enow 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 shall not shortly have a rasher on the coals for money. Enter LORENZO. Jes. I'll tell my husband, Launcelot, what you say: here he comes. if Lor. I shall grow jealous of you shortly, Launcelot, you thus get my wife into corners. Jes. Nay, you need not fear us, Lorenzo: Launcelot and I are out. He tells me flatly, there is no mercy for me in heaven, because I am a Jew's daughter: and he says, you are no good member of the commonwealth; for, in converting Jews to Christians, you raise the price of pork. Lor. I think the best grace of wit will shortly turn into silence; and discourse grow commendable in none only but parrots. 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. 40 Lor. Yet more quarrelling with occasion! Wilt thou show 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, 50 serve in the meat, and we will come in to dinner. Laun. 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 humours and conceits shall govern. [Exit. Lor. O dear discretion, how his words are suited! The fool hath planted in his memory An army of good words; and I do know 69 The Lord Bassanio live an upright life; Why, if two gods should play some heavenly matcì And Portia one, there must be something else Lor. Even such a husband Hast thou of me as she is for a wife. Jes. Nay, but ask my opinion too of that. Jes. Nay, let me praise you while I have a stomach." Lor. No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk; Then, howsoe'er thou speak'st, 'mong other things I shall digest it. Jes. Well, I'll set you forth. [Exeunt ACT FOURTH. - SCENE I. Venice. A court of justice.° Enter the DUKE, the Magnificoes, ANTONIO, BASSANIO, GRATIANO, SALERIO, and others. Duke. What, is Antonio here? Ant. Ready, so please your Grace. Duke. I am sorry for thee: thou art come to answer A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch Ant. I have heard Your Grace hath ta'en great pains to qualify His rigorous course; but since he stands obdurate,° Out of his envy's° reach, I do oppose ΤΟ Duke. Go one, and call the Jew into the court. Saler. He is ready at the door: he comes, my lord. Enter SHYLOCK. Duke. Make room, and let him stand 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 show thy mercy and remorse more strange Than is thy strange apparent cruelty; And where thou now exact'st the penalty, Which is a pound of this poor merchant's flesh, Glancing an eye of pity on his losses, That have of late so huddled on his back, From brassy bosoms and rough hearts of flint, We all expect a gentle answer, Jew.° 21 3€ Shy. I have possess'd° your Grace of what I pur pose; And by our holy Sabbath have I sworn |