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Lor.

Pawn'd with the other; for the poor rude world
Hath not her fellow.

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

Jes. Nay, but ask my opinion too of that.
Lor. I will anon; first, let us go to dinner.
Jes. 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'st, 'inong other things I shall digest it.

Jes. * Well, I'll set you forth. [Exeunt.

ACT IV.

SCENE I. Venice.

À Court of Justice.

Enter the Duke, the Magnificoes; Antonio, Bas

SÀNIO, GRATIANO, SALARINO, SALANIO; and
others.
Duke. What, is Antonio here?
Ant. Ready, so please your grace.
Duke. I am sorry for thee; thou art come to

answer
A stony 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 rigorous course; but since he stands obdurate,
And that no lawful means can carry me
Out of his envy's reach,' I do opposc
My patience to his fury; and am arm'd
To suffer, with a quietness of spirit,
The very tyranny and rage of his.
T h is envy's reach,] Ency in this place means hatred or
malice,

Duke. Go one, and call the Jew into the court.
Salan. He's ready at the door: he comes, my -

lord.

Enter SHYLOCK.
Duke. Make room, and let him stand before our

face. .
Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too,
That thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice
To the last hour of act; and then, 'tis thought,
Thou'lt show thy mercy, and remorse, more

strange
Than is thy strange apparent cruelty:
And where4 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 'so huddled on his back;
Enough to press a royal merchant down,
And pluck commiseration of his state
From brassy 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 possess'd your grace of what I pur-

pose;
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 choose to have

- remorse,] i. e. pity.

apparent -] That is, seeming; not real.
- where an] Forówhereas.
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A weight of carrion flesh, 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 rat,
And I be pleas'd to give ten thousand ducats ,

To have it baned? 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 sings i' the nose,
Cannot contain their urine; For affection,
Mistress of passion, sways it to the mood
Of what it likes, or loaths: Now, for your answer:
As there is no firm reason to be render'd,
Why he cannot abide a gaping pig;
Why he, à harmless necessary cat;
Why he, a swollen bag-pipe; but of force
Must yield to such inevitable shame,
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 Antonio, that I follow thus
A losing suit against him. Are you answer'd ?

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

swer.
Bass. Do all men kill the things they do not love?
Shy. Hates any man the thing he would not kill?
Bass. Every offence is not a hate at first.
Shy. What, would'st thou have a serpent sting

thee twice? .
Ant. I pray you, think you question with the

Jew: You may as well go stand upon the beach, · And bid the inain flood bate his usual height;

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You may as well use question with the wolf,
Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the launb;'
You may as well forhid the mountain pines
To wag their high tops, and to make no noise,
When they are fretted with the gusts of heaven;
You may as well do anything most hard,
As seek to soften that (than which what's harder?)
His Jewish heart:- Therefore, I do beseech you,
Make no more offers, use no further means,
But, with all brief and plain conveniency,
Let me have judgment, and the Jew his will.

Bass. For thy three thousand ducats here is six...

Shy. If every ducat in six thousand dacats Were in six parts, and every 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 slave, Which, like your asses, and your dogs, and mules, You use in abject and in slayish parts, Because you bought thein:-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 palates Be season'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, is mine, and I will have it: If you deny me, fye upon your law! There is no force in the decrees of Venice:

& many a purchas'd slare,] This argument, considered as used to the particular persons, seems conclusive. I see not how Venetians or Englishmen, while they practise the purchase and sale of slaves, can much enforce or demand the law of doing to wthers as we would that they should do to us. Jouxsox.

I stand for judgment: answer; shall I have it?

Duke. Upon my power, I may dismiss this court, Unless Bellario, a learned doctor, Whom I have sent for to determine this, Come here to-day. Salar.

My lord, here stays without A messenger with letters from the doctor, New come from Padua.

Duke. Bring us the letters; Call the messenger. · Bass. Good cheer, Antonio! What, man? cou

rage yet! The Jew shall have my flesh, blood, bones, and all, Ere thou shalt lose for me one drop of blood.

Ant. I am a tainted wether of the flock, Meetest for death; the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground, and so let me: You cannot better be employ’d, Bassanio, Than to live still, and write mine epitaph.

Enter Nerissa, dressed like a lawyer's clerk.
Duke. Came you from Padua, from Bellario?
Ner. From both, my lord: Bellario greets your
grace.

Presents a letter.
Bass. Why dost thou whet thy knife so earnestly?
Shy. To cut the forfeiture from that bankrupt

i there.. . Gra. Not on thy sole, but on thy soul, harsh

Jew,
Thou' mak'st thy knife keen: but no metal can,
No, not the hangman's ax, bear half the keenness
Of thy sharp envy. Can no prayers pierce thee?
Shy. No, none that thou hast wit enough to

make.
Gra. O, be thou damn'd, inexorable dog!
And for thy life let justice be accus'd.
Thou almost mak’st me waver in my faith,

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