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And on the wager lay two earthly women,
And Portia one, there must be something else
Pawnd with the other; for the poor rude world
Hath not her fellow.

Lor. Even such a husband
Hast thou of me, as she is for a wife.

Jef. Nay, but ask my opinion too of that.
Lor. I will anon: first, let us go to dinner.
Jef. 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'it, 'mong other things,
I shall digest it.
Fef. Well, I'll set you forth.

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А ст IV.
SCEN E, the Senate-house in Venice.
Enter the Duke, the Senators ; Anthonio, Bassanio,

and Gratiano, at the Bar.

DU K E.
HAT, is Anthonio here?

Ant. Ready, so please your Grace.
Duke. I'm sorry for thee; thou art come to answer
A ftony adversary, an inhuman wretch
Uncapable of pity, void and empty
From any dram of mercy.

Ant. I have heard,
Your Grace hath ta'en great pains to qualify
His rig'rous 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 arm’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.
Sal. He's ready at the door: he comes, my lord.
VOL. II.

Enter

Enter Shylock.
Duke. Make rocm, and let him ftand before our face. .
Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too,
That thou but lead's this fashion of thy malice
To the lait hour of act ; and then 'tis thought,
Thou'lt few thy mercy and remorse more Itrange,
Than is thy strange apparent cruelty.
And where thou now exact'st the penalty,
Which is a pound of this poor merchant's flesh,
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 fo hudled on his back,
Enough to press a royal merchant down;
And pluck commiseration of his state
From braffy bosoms, and rough hearts of flint;
From stubborn Turks and Tartars, never train'd
To offices of tender courtesy.
We all expect a gentle answer, Jew.

Shy. I have poffefs’d your Grace of what I purpose.
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 chuse to have
A weight of carrion felh, than to receive
Three thousand ducats? I'll not answer that.
But say, it is my humour, is it answer'd ?
What if my house be troubled with a rát,
And I be pleas’d to give ten thousand ducats
To have it bane'd? what, are you answer'd yet ?
Some men there are, love not a gaping pig ;
Some, that are mad, if they behold a cat;
And others, when the bag-pipe fings i'th'nose,
Cannot contain their urine for affection. (24)

Masterless (24) Cannot contain their urine for affection.

Masterless passion fways it to the mood
Of what it likes, or loatbs.] Mafterless passion was firft Mr. Rowe's

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Mafterless paffion fways it to the mood
Of what it likes, or loaths. Now for your anfwer:
As there is no firm reason to be render'd,
Why he cannot abide a gaping pig ;
Why he, a harmless neceflary cat;
Why he, a woollen bag pipe; but of force
reading, (on what authority, I am at a loss to know;) which Mr.
Pope has fince copied. And tho' I have not disturb’d the text, yet, 1
must observe, I don't know what word there is to which this relative
[it, in the 2d line) is to be referr'd. The ingenioas Dr. Thirlby, there-
fore, would thus adjust the passage.

Cannot contain their urine; for affection,
* Master of pafiori
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Mistress, And then it is govern'd of paffron: and the two old Quarti's and Folio's *Tead. - Masters of passion, &c.

It may be objected, that affection and passion are synonomous ternis, and mean the same thing. I agree, they do at this time. But I observe, the writers of our author's age made a sort of distinction: confidering the one as the cause, the other as the effect. And then, in this place, affection will ftand for that sympathy or antipathy of soul, by which we are provok'd to fhew a liking or diljuft in the working of our passions, B. Johnson, in his Sejanus, seems to apply the terms thus :

He hath ftudied
Affection's passions, knows their springs, their ends,

Which way, and whither they will work. So much, in support of Dr. Thirlby's regulation of the passage. My ingenious friend Mr. Warburton is for pointing, and writing it, as in the old editions: but for giving it a different turn in the poet's drift and meaning. I come now to his reading and opinion.?

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Masters of passion fway it to the mood,

Of what it likes, or loarbs, « Observe, he is here only speaking of the different power of sounds, " and the influence they have upon the human mind; and then con. «cludes, the masters of passion (for so he finely calls musicians) sway • the passions, or affections, as they please: Our poet then having, no • doubt, in his mind the great effects that Timotheus, and other ano cient musicians, are said to have wrought by the power of musick, • This puts me in mind of a passage of Collier, in his effay on mufick; « who füpposes it possible by a righe chosen composition (not, concord) o of sounds to inspire affright, terror, cowardise, and confternation;

in the same manner that, now, chearfulness, and courage, is affifted " by contrary compositions'.

Thus far Mr. Warburton. I shall submit the passage, for the prefent, to the opinion and determination of the publick; upon which, I may hereafter venture with more fafety to ascertain it. G2

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Muft yield to such inevitable fhame,
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 Anthonio, that I follow thus
A losing suit against him. Are you answer'd ?

Bal. This is no answer, thou unfeeling man,
T'excuse the current of thy cruelty.
Shy. I am not bound to please thee with my

answer. Ball

. Do all men kill the thing they do not love? Shy. Hates any man the thing he would not kill? Baff. Ev'ry offence is not a hate at first. Shy. What, would't thou have a serpentfting thee twice ?

Ant. I pray you, think you question with a Jer.
You may as well

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the beach,
And bid the main flood bate his usual height.
You may as well use question with the wolf,
Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb.
You may as well forbid the mountain pines
To wag their high tops, and to make no noise,
When they are fretted with the gufts of heav'n.
You may as well do any thing most hard,
As seek to foften that, (than which what's harder !
His Jewijl heart. Therefore, I do beseech you,
Make no more offers, use no farther means ;
But with all brief and plain conveniency
Let me have judgment, and the Jew his will.

Baf. For thy three thoufand ducats here is fix.

Shy. If ev'ry ducat in fix thousand ducats
Were in six parts, and ev'ry 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 judgment shall I dread, doing no wrong? You have among you many a purchas'd llave, Which, like your asses, and your dogs, and mules, You use in abject and in llavish part, 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 palaces

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Be feason'd with such viands ; you will answer,
The slaves are ours.

So do I answer you:
'The pound of flesh, which I demand of him,
Is dearly bought, 'tis mine, and I will have it.
If you deny me, fie, upon your law !
There is no force in the decrees of Venice :
I stand for judgment; answer; shall I have it?

Duke. Upon my pow'r I may dismiss this Court,
Unless Bellario, a learned Doctor,
Whom I have sent for to determine this,
Come here to-day.

Sal. My Lord, here stays, without,
A messenger with letters from the Doctor,
New come from Padisa.

Duke. Bring us the letters, call the messenger.

Baf. Good cheer, Anthonio; what, man, courage yet: The Jaw shall have my flesh, blood, bones, and ali, Ere thou shalt lose for me one drop of blood.

Ant. I am a tainted weather of the Hock, Meetest for deach : the weakest kind of fruit Drops earlieft to the ground, and so let me. You cannot better be employ'd, Basanio, Than to live ftill, and write mine epitaph.

Enter Neriffa, dress'd like a Lawyer's Clerk. Duke. Came you from Padua, from Bellario? (25) Ner. From both, my lord : Bellario greets your Grace. Bal. Why doft thou whet thy knife so earnestly? Shy. To cut the forfeit from that bankrupt there. Gra. Not on thy foale, but on thy soul, harín Few, (26)

Thou (25) From borb: my lord Bellario greets your Grace.] Thus the two old Folio's, and Mr. Pope in his 4to, had inaccurately pointed this pafo fage, by which a doctor of laws was at once rais'd to the dignity of the peerage. I set it right in my SHAKESPEARE reffer'd, as Mr. Pope has since done from thence in his last cdition.

(26) Not on tby foale, but on tby foul, barsh Jew,] I was obliged, from the authority of the old Folio's, to restore this conceit, and jingle opon two words alike in sound, but differing in sense. Gratiano thus, rates the Jew; 'Tho' thou thinkest, that thou art whetting thy knife • on the Joale of thy shoe, yet it is upon thy soul, thy immortal part, " that thou do'ft it, thou inexorable man! There is no room to doubt,

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