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Anth. Shylock, although I neither lend nor borrow
Shy. Ay, ay, three thousand ducats.
Shy. I had forgot, three months, you told me fo; Well then, your bond; and let me fee,but hear
Methought, you faid, you neither lend nor borrow Upon advantage.
Anth. I do never use it.
Shy. When Jacob graz'd his uncle Laban's fheep,This Jacob from our holy Abraham was (As his wife mother wrought in his behalf). The third poffeffor; ay, he was the third.
Anth. And what of him? did he take interest ? Shy. No, not take int'reft; not, as you would fay,
Directly, int'reft; mark, what Jacob did.
That all the yeanlings, which were ftreak'd and
Should fall as Jacob's hire; the ewes, being rank,
Anth. This was a venture, Sir, that Jacob ferv'd for; A thing, not in his power to bring to pass,
But fway'd, and fashion'd, by the hand of heav'n.
Anth. Mark you this, Bassanio?
Shy. Three thousand ducats! 'tis a good round fum. Three months from twelve, then let me fee the rate. Anth. Well, Shylock, fhall we be beholden to you? Shy. Signior Anthonio, many a time and oft In the Ryalto you have rated me, About my monies and my ufances. Still have I born it with a patient shrug; (For fufferance is the badge of all our tribe.) You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine; And all for ufe of that, which is my own. Well then, it now appears, you need my help: Go to then; you come to me, and you fay, Shylock, we would have monies; you fay fo; You, that did yoid your rheume upon my beard, And foot me, as you fpurn a ftranger cur Over your threshold: mony is your fuit; What should I fay to you? fhould I not fay, Hath a dog mony? is it poffible, A cur can lend three thousand ducats? or
5 0, what a goodly outfide falfhood bath!] But this is not true, that falfhood hath always a goodly outfide. Nor does this take in the force of the fpeaker's fentiment; who would obferve that that falfhood which quotes fcripture for its purpose has a goodly outfide. We should therefore read,
O, what a goodly outfide's falfhood hath! i. e. his falfhood, Shylock's
Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key,
Anth. I am as like to call thee fo again,
Who, if he break, thou may'ft with better face
Shy. Why, how you ftorm?
I would be friends with you, and have your love;
Anth. This were kindnefs.
Shy. This kindness will I fhow;
Go with me to a Notary, feal me there
Anth. Content, in faith; I'll feal to fuch a bond,
9 A breed of barren metal of his friend?] A breed that is interest money bred from the principal. By the epithet barren the author would inftruct us in the argument on which the advocates against ufury went, which is this, that money is a barren thing, and cannot like corn and cattle multiply it felf. And to fet off the abfurdity of this kind of ufury, he put breed and barren in oppofition.
And fay, there is much kindness in the Jew.
Anth. Why, fear not, man; I will not forfeit it; Within these two months (that's a month before This bond expires) I do expect return Of thrice three times the value of this bond.
Shy. O father Abraham, what these chriftians are!
A pound of man's flesh, taken from a man,
As flesh of muttons, beefs, or goats. I fay,
And for my love, I pray you, wrong me not.
7-left in the FEARFUL guard, &c.] But furely fearful was the most trufty guard for a houfe keeper in a populous city; where houses are not carried by ftorm like fortreffes. For fear would keep them on their watch, which was all that was neceffary for the owner's fecurity. I fuppofe therefore Shakespear wrote
i. e. Careless; and this, indeed, would expofe his house to the only danger he had to apprehend in the day-time, which was clandeftine pilfering. This reading is much confirmed by the character he gives this guard, of an unthrifty knave, and by what he fays of him afterwards, that he was,
a huge feeder:
Snail-flow in profit, but he fleeps by day
Anth. Hie thee, gentle Jew.
This Hebrew will turn chriftian; he grows kind.
Enter Morochius, a Tawny-Moor, all in white; and three or four Followers accordingly; with Portia, Neriffa, and her train. Flourish Cornets.
MISLIKE me not for my complexion,
The fhadow'd livery of the burnish'd fun, To whom I am a neighbour, and near bred. Bring me the faireft creature northward born, Where Phabus' fire scarce thaws the ificles, And let us make incifion for your love, To prove whose blood is reddeft, his or mine. I tell thee, lady, this aspect of mine Hath fear'd the valiant; by my love, I swear, The best regarded virgins of our clime Have lov'd it too: I would not change this hue, Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle Queen. Por. In terms of choice I am not folely led By nice direction of a maiden's eyes: Befides, the lottery of my deftiny Bars me the right of voluntary chufing. But if my father had not fcanted me, And hedg'd me by his wit to yield my felf His wife, who wins me by that means I told you; Your felf, renowned Prince, then stood as fair,