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Shy. This kindness will I show :-
you repay me not on such a day,
Ant. Content, in faith ; I'll seal to such a bond, And say, there is much kindness in the Jew.
Bass. You shall not seal to such a bond for me,
Ant. Why, fear not, man; I will not forfeit it;
Shy. O father Abraham, what these Christians are;
Ant. Yes, Shylock, I will seal unto this bond.
Shy. Then meet me forthwith at the notary's;
See to my house, left in the fearful guard
[Exit. Ant. Hie thee, gentle Jew. This Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.
Bass. I like not fair terms, and a villain's mind.
Ant. Come on; in this there can be no dismay, My ships come home a month before the day.
SCENE I.-Belmont. A room in PORTIA's house.
Flourish of Cornets. Enter the Prince of Morocco, and
his train; Portia, Nerissa, and other of her attendants.
Mor. Mislike me not for my complexion,
Por. In terms of choice I am not solely led
Mor. Even for that I thank you ;
Por. You must take your chance;
Mor. Nor will not; come, bring me unto my chance.
Por. First, forward to the temple; after dinner
[Cornets. To make me bless't, or cursed'st among men.
SCENE II.-Venice. A street.
Enter LAUNCELOT GOBBO. Laun. Certainly my conscience will serve me to run from this Jew, my master: The fiend is at mine elbow; and tempts me, saying to me, Gobbo, Launcelot Gobbo, good Launcelot, or good Gobbo, or good Launcelot Gobbo, use your legs, take the start, run away: My conscience says,-no; take heed, honest Launcelot ; take heed, honest Gobbo; or, as aforesaid, honest Launcelot Gobbo; do not run; scorn running with thy heels : Well, the most courageous fiend bids me pack; via ! says the fiend; away! says the fiend, for the heavens ; rouse up a brave mind, says the fiend, and run. Well, my conscience, hanging about the neck of my heart, says very wisely to me, my honest friend Launcelot, being an honest man's son,--or rather an honest woman's son ;for, indeed, my father did something smack, something grow to, he had a kind of taste ;-well, my conscience says, Launcelot, budge not; budge, says the fiend ; budge not, says my conscience : Conscience, say I, you counsel well; fiend, say I, you counsel well: to be ruled by my conscience, I should stay with the Jew my master, who, (God bless the mark!) is a kind of devil; and, to run away from the Jew, I should be ruled by the fiend, who, saving your reverence, is the devil himself: Certainly, the Jew is the very devil incarnation; and, in my conscience, my conscience is but a kind of hard conscience, to offer to counsel me to stay with the Jew :