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Than is thy ftrange apparent cruelty.
Shy. I have posless'd your Grace of what I purpose.
(15) Cannot contain their Urine for Affe Etion:
Masterless paffion fways it to ibe Mocd.
Mafterless passion fways it to the mood
Bal. This is no answer, thou unfeeling man,
Shy. I am not bound to please thee with my answer.
Anth. I pray you, think, you question with a Jew.
upon the beach,
Cannot contain their Urine; for Affection,
* Master of Paffion, sways it &c. * Or, Mistress. And then it is governd of Pasion: and the two old Quarto's and Folio's read, Masters of Paffion, &c.
It may be objected, that Affection and Paffion are Synonymous Terms, 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 : considering the one as the Cause, the Other as the Fffect. And then, in this place, Affection will fand for that Sympatby or Antipaiby of Soul, by which we are provok'd to thew a Liking or Dilgust in the Working of our Passions,
When they are fretted with the gusts of heav'n.
Bal. For thy three thousand ducats here is fix,
Sby. If every ducat in fix thousand ducats
bond. Duke. How shalt thou hope for mercy, rend'ring none?
Sby. What judgment shall I dread, doing no wrong?
Sodo I answer you :
Duke. Upon my pow'r I may dismiss this court,
Sal. My lord, here fays without,
Duke. Bring us the letters, call the messenger,
Bal. Good cheer, Anthonio ; what, man, courage yet: The Jew shall have my flesh, blood, bones, and all, Ere thou shalt lose for me one drop of blood.
Anth. I am a tainted weather 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 Neriffa, dresi'd like a Lawyer's Clerk. Duke. Came you from Padua, from Bellario ? (16) Ner. From both, my lord: Bellario greets your Grace. Baf. Why doft thou whet thy knife so earnestly? Shy. To cut the forfeit from that bankrupt there.
Gra. Not on thy fole, but on thy soul, harsh Jew, (17) Thou mak'st thy knife keen; for 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 haft wit enough to make.
Gra. O be thou damn'd, inexorable dog, And for thy life let justice be accus'd! Thou almost mak'tt me waver in my faith, To hold opinion with Pythagoras, That souls of animals infuse themselves Into the trunks of men. Thy currilh spirit Govern'd a wolf, who, hang'd for human slaughter,
(16) From borb: my Lord Bellario greets your Grace.] Thus the two old Folio's, and Mr. Pope in his Quarto, had inaccurately pointed this Passage, by which a Doctor of Laws was at once rais'd to the Dignity of the Peerage.
(17) Not on thy Sole, but on tby Soul, bars Jew.] I was obJiged, from the Authority of the old Folio's, to restore this Con. ceit, and Jingle upon two Words alike in Sound, but differing in Sense. Gratiano thus rates the Jew; “ Though thou thinkeft, that " thou art whetting thy Knife on the Sole of thy Shoe, yet it « is upon thy Soul, thy immortal Part, that thou do'st it, thou • inexorable Man !" There is no room to doubt, but this was our Author's Antithefis; as it is so usual with him to play on Words in this manner: and that from the Mouth of his most serious Characters.
Ev'n from the gallows did his fell foul fleet,
Shy. 'Till thou canst rail the feal from off my bond,
Duke. This letter from Bellario doth commend
Ner. He attendeth here hard by
Duke. With all my tears. Some three or four of you
OUR Grace shall understand, that, at the reo
ceipt of your letter, I am very fick: but at the infant that your messenger came, in loving visitation was with me a young Doctor of Rome, his Name is Balthafar: I acquainted him with the cause in controversy between the Jew and Anthonio the merchant. We furn'd o'er many books together: he is furnified with my opinion, which, bettered with his own learning, (the greatness whereof I cannot enough commend,) comes with him at my importunity, to fill up your Grace's request in my plead.
I beseech you, let bis lack of years be no impediment, 10 let him lack a reverend estimation : For I never knew jo young a body with fo old a head. I leave him to your gracious acceptance, whose trial shall better pullin his commendation.
Enter Portia, dress'd like a Doctor of Laws.
Por. I did, my lord.