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An army of good words; And I do kuow
A many fools, that stand in better place,
Garnish'd like him, that for a tricksy word
Defy the matter. How cheer'st thou, Jessica?
And now, good sweet, say thy opinion,
How dost thou like the lord Bassanio's wife?
Jes. Past all expressing: It is very meet,
The lord Bassanio live an upright life;
For, having such a blessing in his lady,
He finds the joys of heaven here on earth;
And, if on earth he do not mean it, it
Is reason he should never come to heaven.
Why, if two gods should play some heavenly match,
And on the wager lay two earthly women,
And Portia one, there must be something else
Pawa’d with the other; for the poor rude world
Hath not her fellow.
Even such a husband
Hast 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.
Jes. Nay, let me praise you, while I have a sto-
Lor. No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk,
Then, howsoe'er thou speak'st, 'moug other things
I shall digest it.
Well, I'll set you forth.
SCENE I. Venice. A Court of Justice.
MERCHANT OF Ati
Tod vordi, Apd I do know
"" stand in better place,
** that for a chaus, word
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Enter the Duke, the Magnificoes; Antonio, Basa.
nio, Gratiano, Salarino, Salanio, and others.
de should play fer lay two caschlr women, se, there in ust be something else
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Duke. What, is Antonio here?
Ant. Ready, so please your grace.
Duke. I am sorry for thee; thou art come to an-
A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch
Uncapable of pity, void and empty
From any dram of mercy.
I have heard,
Your grace hath ta'en great pains to qualify
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 arın'd
To suffer, with a quietness of spirit,
The very tyranny and rage of his.
Duke. Go one, and call the Jew into the court. Salan. Ile's ready at the door: he comes, my lord.
and by opinion too of that
30bryt, let us go po doser
me praise you, while I am
ther, let it serve for tabiaul,
thou speak st, 'mong attery
: 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 remorset, more strange Than is thy strange apparenti cruelty:
And where* thou now exact'st the penalty
(Which is a pound of this poor merchant's Aesh),
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 huddled on his back;
Enough to press a royal merchant down,
And pluck commiseration of his state
From brassy bosoms, and rough hearts of fint,
From stubborn Turks, and Tartars, never train'd
To offices of tender courtesy..
We all expect a gentle answer, Jew.
Shy. I have possess'd your grace of what I puro
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 choose to have
A weight of carrion filesh, than to receive
Three thousand ducats : I'll not answer that:
But, say, it is my humourt; Is it answerd?
What if my house be troubled with a rat,
And I be pleas’d to give ten thousand ducats
To have it baned? What are you answer'd yet?
Some men there are, love not a gapingt pig;
Some, that are mad, if they behold a cat;
And others, when the bag-pipe sings i' the nose,
Cannot contain their urine; For affection's,
Mistress of passion, sways it to the mood
Of what it likes, or loaths: Now, for your answer:
As there is no firm reason to be render'd,
Why he cannot abide a gaping pig;
Why he, a harmless necessary cat;
Why he, a swollen bag-pipe; but of force
Must yield to such inevitable shame,
DOW Ersat'st the penalty
ad of this poor merchant's Beebi
any lose the forfeiture,
a human gentleness and leren
y of the principal;
of pity of his losses,
ce so huddled on his bact;
a royal merchant down,
miseration of his state
oms, and rough hearts of fist
Turks, and Tartars
, Deves trace?
geatle answer, Jew. possess'd your grace of that 1M
As to offend, himself being offended;
So can I give no reason, nor I will not,
More than a lodg'd hate, and a certain loathing
I bear Antonio, that I follow thus
A losing suit against him. Are you answer'd?
Bass. This is no answer, thou unfeeling man,
To excuse the current of thy cruelty.
Shy. I am not bound to please thee with my an.
Bass. Do all men kill the things they do not love?
Shy. Hates any man the thing he would not kill?
Buss. Every offence is not a hate at first.
Shy. What, would'st thou have a serpent sting
Ant. I pray you, think you question* with the
Jew: You may as well go stand upon the beach, And bid the main flood bate bis usual height; You may as well use question with the wolf, Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lanıb; You may as well forbid the mountain pines To wag their high tops, and to make no noise, When they are fretted with the gusts of heaven; You may as well do any thing most hard, As seek to soften that (than which what's harder?) His Jewish heart :--Therefore, I do beseech you, Make no more offers, use no further means, But, with all brief aud plain conveniency, Let me have judgement, and the Jew his will.
Bass. For thy three thousand ducats here is six.
Shy. If every ducat in six thousand ducats
Were in six parts, and every part a ducat,
I would not draw them, I would have
my bond, Duke. How shalt thou hope for mercy, rend'ring
none? Shy. What judgement shall I dread, doing no
wrong? You have among you many a purchas'd slave,
Sabbath have I sworn, and forfeit of my bond: at the danger light
cs, and your city's freedom hy I rather choose to have on fesh, than to receive fucats: I'll not answer that: bumourt; Is it answer'di
be troubled with a rat, Po give ten thousand darsha
Je, lore got a
sapingt pili d, if they behold a cat; pie bag-pipe sings i' the ness fir urine; For affections
sways it to the mood
oaths: Now, for your 2017
eason to be render'de
B-pipe; but of force
Which, like your asses, and your dogs, and mules,
You use in abject and io slavish parts,
Because you bought them :-Shall I say to you,
Let them be free, marry them to your heirs ?
Why sweat they under burdens? let their beds
Be made as soft as yours, and let their palates
Be season'd with such viands? You will answer,
The slaves are ours:-So do I answer you:
The pound of Resh, which I demand of him,
Is dearly bought, is mine, and I will have it:
If you deny me, fy upon your law!
There is no force in the decrees of Venice:
I staud for judgement: apswer; shall I have it?
Duke. Upon my power, I may dismiss this court,
Unless Bellario, a learned doctor,
Whom I have sent for to determine this,
Come here to-day.
My lord, here stays without
A messenger with letters from the doctor,
New come from Padua.
Duke. Bring us the letters; Call the messenger.
Bass. Good cheer, Antonio! What, man? courage
yet! The Jew shall have my flesh, blood, bones, and all, Ere thon shalt lose for me one drop of blood.
Ant. I am a tainted wether of the flock, Meetest for death; the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground, and so let me: You cannot better be employ'd, Bassanio, Than to live still, and write mine epitaph.
Enter Nerissa, dressed like a lawyer's clerk. Duke. Came you from Padua, from Bellario? Ner. From both, my lord: Bellario greets your
grace. Bass. Why dost thou whet thy knife so earnestly? Shy. To cut the forfeiture from that bankrupt
there. Gra. Not on thy sole, but on thy soul, harsh Jew,