Imatges de pàgina

Anth. This was a venture, Sir, that Jacob ferv'd for; A thing not in his power to bring to pass, But sway'd, and fashion d, by the hand of heav'n. Was this inserted to make int'rest good ? Or is your gold and silver, ewes and rams?

Shy. I cannot tell; I make it breed as fast;
But note me, Signior.

Anth. Mark you this, Bassanio ?
The devil can cite scripture for his purpose.-
An evil soul, producing holy witness,
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek;
A goody apple rotten at the heart.
0, what a goodly outside's falsehood hath !

Shy. Three thousand ducats ! ’tis a good round fun. Three months from twelve, then let me see the rate.

Anth. Well, Shylock, shall we be beholden to you?

Shy. Signior Anthonio, many a time and oft
In the Ryalto you have rated me,
About my monies and


usances. Still have I borne it with a patient shrug ; (For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.) You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine; And all for use of that which is my own. Well then, it now appears, you


my help: Go to then ; you come to me, and you say, Shylock, we would have monies; you say so; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, And foot me, as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold: : money


your suit; What should I say to you? Thould I not say, Hath a dog money? Is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats ? Or, Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key, With bated breath, and whisp’ring humbleness, Say this,-Fair Sir, you spit on me last Wednesday, You spurn'd me such a day; another time You call’d me dog; and for these curtefies I'll lend you thus much monies?

Anth. I am as like to call thee so again, To.spit on thee again, to fpurn thee too. If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not


As to thy friend, (for when did friendship take
A breed * of barren metal of his friend ? );
But lend it rather to thine enemy;
Who, if he break, thou may'st with better face
Exact the penalty.

Shy. Why, how you storm ?
I would be friends with you, and have your love;
Forget the Thames that you have stain'd me with;
Supply your present wants, and take no doit
Of ufance for my monies, and you'll not hear me:
This is kind I offer.

Anth. This were kindness.

Shy. This kindness will I show;
Go with me to a notary, seal me there
Your fingle bond ; and, in a merry sport,
If you repay me not on such a day,
In such a place, such sum, or sums, as are
Express’d in the condition, let the forfeit
Be nominated for an equal pound

fair flesh, to be cut off and taken
In what part of your body it shall please me.

Anth. Content, in faith; I'll seal to such a bond, And say, there is much kindness in the Jew,

Ball. You shall not seal to such a bond for me, I'll rather dwell in my necessity.

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 Christians are ! Whose own hard dealings teach them to suspect The thoughts of others ! Pray you, tell me this, If he should break his day, what should I gain, By the exaction of the forfeiture ? A pound of man's feth, taken from a man, Is not so estimable or profitable, As flesh of muttons, beefs, or goats. I say, To buy his favour, I extend this friendship; If he will take it, fo; if not, adieu ;

* Breed of metal, meoning money at usury, money that breeds more. Tbe old editions (iwo of them) bave it, A bribe of barren melal.

And for my love, I pray you, wrong me not.

Anth Yes, Shylock, I will seal unto this bond.

Shy. Then meet me forthwith at the notary's. Give him direction for this


And I will go and purse the ducats strait ;
See to my house, left in the fearless guard
Of an unthrifty knave, and presently
I will be with you.

[Exit, Anth. Hie thee gentle Jew. This Hebrew will turn Christian ; he

Bas I like not fair terms, and a villain's mind.

Anth. Come on, in this there can be no dismay ; My ships come home a month before the day. [Exeunt.

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Belmont, Enter Morochius, a Tawny- Moor, all in white; and

three or four followers accordingly; with Portia,

Neriffa, and her train. Flourish cornets. Mor, INike me not for my complexion,

The shadow'd livery of the burnishid sun,
To whom I am a neighbour, and near bred.
Bring me the faireit creature northward born,
Where Phebus' fire scarce thaws the icicles,
And let us make incision for your love,
To prove whole blood is reddelt, his or mine.
I tell thee, Lady, this aspect of mine
Hath feard the valiant; by my love, I swear,
The best-regarded virgins of our cline
Have lov'd it too: I would not change this hue,
Excepi 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 chusing.
But if my father had not fcanted me,
And hedg'd me by his wit to yield myself
His wife, who wins me by that means I told you;
Yourself, renowned Prince, then lood as fair,




As any comer I have look'd on yet,
For my affection.

Mor. Ev'n for that I thank you;
Therefore, I pray you, lead me to the caskets
To try my fortune. By this scimitar,
That flew the Sophy and a Persian Prince,
That won three fields of Sultan Solyman,
I would outstare the sternest eyes that look,
Outbrave the heart most daring on the earth,
Pluck the young fucking cubs from the she-bear,
Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey,
To win thee, Lady. But, alas the while !
If ercules and Lichas play at dice
Which is the better man, the greater throw
May turn by fortune from the weaker hand :
So is Alcides beaten by his page;
And so may I, blind fortune leading me,
Miss that, which one unworthier may attain ;
And die with grieving.

Por. You must take your chance,
And either. not attempt to chuse at all,
Or swear, before you chuse, if you chuse wrong,
Never to speak to lady afterward
In way of marriage; therefore be advis'd.
Mor. Nor will not; therefore bring me to my

Por. First, forward to the temple; after dinner
Your hazard shall be made.
Mor "Good fortune then,

[Gornets. To make me blefs'd, or cursed'st among men ! (Exeunt. SCENE II.

Changes to Venice. Enter Launcelot alone. 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. bo, good Launcelot, or good Gobbo, or good LaunceJot Gobbo, use your legs, take the start, run away. My conscience says, No; take heed, honest Launcelot; take heed, honest Gobbo; or, as aforefaid, honest Latincelot 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 heav'ns rouse up a brave mind, says the fiend, and run. Well, my conscience, hanging about the neck of my heart, fays' very wisely to me, My honest friend Launcelot, being an honest man's son, or rather an honcit woman's son (for indeed my father did something smack, something grow to; he had a kind of talte ;)


well, my conicience says, Budge not; Budge, says the fiend; Budge not, says my conscience; Conscience, say. I, you counsel ill; Fiend, say I you counsel ill. To be rul’d 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, faving your reverence, is the devil himself. Certainly the Jew is the very devil incarnal ; and in my confcience, 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 will run.

Enter oli Gobbo, with a basket. Gob. Master young man, you, I pray you, which is : the way to Malier Jew's ?

Laun. O heav'ns, this is my true-begotten father, who being more than fand-blind, high-gravel-blind, knows me not; I will try confusions with him.

Gob. Mafter young Gentleman, I pray you, which is the way to Maiter 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 no hand, but turn down indirectly to the Jew's boufe.

Gob. By God's fonties, '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? (inark me now, now will I raise the waters); talk you of young Master Launcelot? Gob. No, Master, Sir, but a poor man's son. His

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