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A pound of man's flesh, taken from a man,
pray you, wrong me not. Ant. Yes, Shylock, I will seal unto this bord.
Shy. Then meet me forthwith at the notary's,
Hie thee, gentle Jew : This Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.
Bas. 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.
Belmont. A room in Portia's house. Florish of cornets. Enter the PRINCE OF MOROCCO,
and his train ; PORTIA, NERISSA, and other of her Attendants. Mor. Mislike me not for my complexion,
i Not to be trusted,
The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun,
whose blood is reddest, his or mine.1 I tell thee, lady, this aspect of mine Hath fear'd 2 the valiant: by my love, I swear, The best-regarded virgins of our clime Have loved it too. I would not change this hue, Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen.
Por. In terms of choice I am not solely led By nice direction of a maiden's eyes ; Besides, the lottery of my destiny Bars me the right of voluntary choosing : But, if my father had not scanted me, And hedged me by his wit, to yield myself His wife, who wins me by that means I told you, Yourself, renowned prince, then stood as fair, As any comer I have look'd on yet, For my
" " It is customary in the East for lovers to testify the violence of their passion by cutting themselves in the sight of their mistresses.'-Harris.
Outbrave the heart most daring on the earth,
You must take your chance ; And either not attempt to choose at all ; Or swear, before you choose, if
wrong, Never to speak to lady afterward In
way of marriage : therefore be advised. Mor. Nor will not : come, bring me unto my
chance. Por. First, forward to the temple; after dinner Your hazard shall be made. Mor.
Good fortune then! (cornets. Tu make me bless'd, or cursed’st among men.
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 Gob.yo, 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 hea
:' 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. The fiend gives the more friendly counsel : I will run, fiend ; my heels are at your commandment; I
Enter old GOBBO, with a basket. Gob. Master, young man, you,
pray you ; which is the way to master Jew's ?
Laun. [aside.] O heavens! this is my true begotten father, who, being more than sand-blind, high-gravel-blind, knows me not. I will try conclusions 1 with him.
Gob. Master young gentleman, I pray you, which is the way to master Jew's ?
Laun. Turn up on your right hand, at the next turning, but, at the next turning of all, on your left; marry, at the very next turning, turn of nu hand, but turn down indirectly to the Jew's house.
Gob. By God's sonties,2 'twill be a hard way to hit. Can you tell me whether one Launcelot, that dwells with him, dwell with him, or no ?
Laun. Talk you of young master Launcelot ?Mark me now; [aside.] now will I raise the waters. -Talk
you young master Launcelot ? Gob. No master, sir, but a poor man's son : his father, though I say it, is an honest exceeding poor
nd, God be thanked, well live. Laun. Well, let his father be what he will, we talk of young master Launcelot.
Gob. Your worship's friend, and Launcelot, sir.
Laun. But I pray you ergo, old man, ergo, I beseech you. Talk you
young master Launcelot ?
2 Sanctities or holiness.'- Ritson.