Of the defendant; and thou hast incurr'd Down, therefore, and beg mercy of the Duke. Gra. Beg, that thou may't have leave to hang thyself; Therefore thou must be hang'd at the state's charge. For half thy wealth, it is Anthonio's ; Por. Ay, for the state; not for Anthonio. Por. What mercy can you render him Anthonio? I am content; fo he will let me have The other half in ufe, to render it Two things provided more, that for this favour The other, that he do record a Gift Here in the Court, of all he dies poffefs'd, Unto his fon Lorenzo and his daughter. Duke. He fhall do this, or else I do recant The pardon that I late pronounced here. Por. Art thou contented, Jew, what doft thou fay? Shy. I am content. Por. Clerk, draw a Deed of gift. Shy. I pray you, give me leave to go from hence; I am not well; fend the Deed after me, And I will fign it. Duke. Get thee gone, but do it. Gra. In chrift ning thou fhalt have two godfathers. Had Had I been judge, thou should't have had ten more, (18) To bring thee to the gallows, not the font. [Exit Shylock. Duke. Sir, I intreat you home with me to dinner. Por. I humbly do defire your Grace of pardon; I must away this night to Padua, And it is meet, I presently set forth. Duke. I'm forry, that your leisure serves you not. Anthonio, gratify this gentleman; For, in my mind you are much bound to him. [Exit Duke and his train. Ba Moft worthy gentleman! I and my friend Have by your wifdom been this day acquitted Of grievous penalties; in lieu whereof, Three thousand ducats, due unto the Jew, Por. He is well paid; that is well fatisfy'd, Baff. Dear Sir, of force I must attempt you further. your Par. You prefs me far, and therefore I will yield. Baff. This ring, good Sir, alas, it is a trifle; (18) - -thou should have had ten more,] i. e. a Jury of Twelve fen, to condemn thee to be hang`d. Baf Baff. There's more depends on this, than is the value. The dearest ring in Venice will I give you, And find it out by proclamation; Only for this, I pray you, pardon me. Por. I fee, Sir, you are liberal in offers ; Baff. Good Sir, this ring was giv'n me by my wife. Por. That 'fcufe ferves many men to fave their gifts And if your wife be not a mad woman, And know how well I have deferv'd the ring, Re-enter Portia and Neriffa. [Exit Gra. [Exeunt. Por. Enquire the Jew's houfe out, give him this Deed, And let him fign it; we'll away to-night, And be a day before our husbands home: Enter Gratiano. Gra. Fair Sir, you are well o'erta'en: Hath fent you here this ring, and doth intreat Por. That cannot be. This ring I do accept most thankfully, And fo, I pray you, tell him; furthermore, I pray you, fhew my Youth old Shylock's Houle. Ner. Sir, I would speak with you. I'll fee if I can get my husband's ring: Which I did make him fwear to keep for ever. [To Pro. Por. Thou may'ft, I warrant. We shall have old swearing, That they did give the rings away to men; But we'll out-face them, and out-fwear them too; Away, make hafte, thou know'ft where I will tarry. Ner. Come, good, Sir, will you shew me to this house? [Exeunt. A CT V. SCENE, Belmont. A Grove, or green Place, before Portia's House. T Enter Lorenzo and Jeffica. LORENZO. HE moon fhines bright: In fuch a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kifs the trees, And they did make no noife; in fuch a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan wall; And figh'd his foul towards the Grecian tents, Where Creid lay that night. Jef. In fuch a night, Did Thisbe fearfully o'er-trip the dew; And faw the lion's fhadow ere himself, And ran difmayed away. Lor. In fuch a night, Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild fea-banks, and wav'd her love To come again to Carthage. Jel. Jef. In fuch a night, Medea gather'd the enchanted herbs, That did renew old Æfon. Lor. In fuch a night, Did Jeffica fteal from the wealthy Jew, And with an unthrift love did run from Venice, Jef. And in fuch a night, Did young Lorenzo swear, he lov'd her well; Lor. And in fuch a night, Did pretty Jeffica, (like a little fhrew) Jef. I would out-night you, did no body come: Enter Stephano. Lor. Who comes fo faft, in filence of the night? Lor. What friend? your name, I pray you, friend ? Mef. Stephano is my name, and I bring word, My miftrefs will before the break of day Be here at Belmont: fhe doth ftray about By holy Croffes, where the kneels, and prays, Lor. Who comes with her? Mef. None, but a holy hermit, and her maid. I pray you, is my mafter yet return'd ? Lor. He is not, nor have we yet heard from him ; But go we in, I pray thee, Jeffica, And ceremoniously let us prepare Some welcome for the miitrefs of the house. Enter Launcelot. Laun. Sola, fola, wo ha, ho, fola, fola! Lor. Who calls? Laun. Sola! did you fee mafter Lorenzo and mistress Lorenzo? fola, fola ! Lar. Leave hollowing, man: here. Laun. |