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Por. If I live to be as old as Sibylla, I will die as chaste as Diana, unless I be obtained by the manner of my father's will. I am glad this parcel of wooers are so reasonable, for there is not one among them but I dote on his very (120 absence, and I pray God grant them a fair departure.

Ner. Do you not remember, lady, in your father's tirpe, a Venetian, a scholar and a soldier, that came hither in company of the Marquis of Montferrat?

Por. Yes, yes, it was Bassanio, - as I think, he was so call'd.'

Ner. True, madam. He, of all the men that ever my foolish eyes look'd upon, was the best deserving a fair lady.

Por. I remember him well, and I remember him worthy of thy praise.

Enter a SERVING-MAN. How now! what news ?

Serv. The four strangers seek for you, madam, to take their leave ; and there is 136 a forerunner come from a fifth, the Prince of Morocco, who brings word the Prince his master will be here to-night.

Por. If I could bid the fifth welcome with so good a heart as I can bid the other four farewell, I should be glad of his approach. If he had the condition of a saint and the complexion of a devil, I had rather he should shrive me than wive me. Come, Nerissa. Sirrah, go before. While we shut the gates upon one wooer,

another knocks at the door. (Exeunt. [SCENE III. Venice. A public place.) Enter BassaniO and SHYLOCK the Jew. Shy. Three thousand ducats; well. Bass._Ay, sir, for three months. Shy. For three months; well.

Bass. For the which, as I told you, Antonio shall be bound.

Shy. Antonio shall become bound; well.

Bass. May you stead me? Will you pleasure me? Shall I know your answer?

Shy. Three thousand ducats for three months, and Antonio bound.

Bass. Your answer to that.
Shy. Antonio is a good man.

Bass. Have you heard any imputation to the contrary?

Ehy. Ho, no, no, no, no! My meaning in (15 saying he is a good man is to have you understand me that he is sufficient. Yet his means are in supposition: he hath an argosy bound to Tripolis, another to the Indies; I understand, moreover, upon the Rialto, he hath a third ventures he hath, squand'red abroad. But ships are but boards, sailors but men; there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves, I mean pirates, and then there is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks. The [25

is, notwithstanding, sufficient. Three thousand ducats : I think I may take his bond.

Bass. Be assured you may.

Shy. I will be assured I may; and, that I (30 may be assured, I will bethink me. May I speak with Antonio ?

Bass. If it please you to dine with us.

Shy. Yes, to smell pork; to eat of the habitation which your prophet the Nazarite conjured the devil into. I will buy with you, sell ( with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following ; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you. What news on the Rialto? Who is he comes here?

Enter ANTONIO. Bass. This is Signior Antonio. Shy. (Aside.) How like a fawning publican

he looks! I hate him for he is a Christian, But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down 45 The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congre

gate, On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift, Which he calls interest. Cursed be my tribe, If I forgive him ! Bass.

Shylock, do you hear? Shy. I am debating of my present store, And, by the near guess of my memory, I cannot instantly raise up the gross Of full three thousand ducats. What of that? Tubal, a wealthy Hebrew of my tribe, Will furnish me. But soft! how many months Do you desire ? [To Ant.] Rest you fair, good

signior; Your worship was the last man in our mouths. Ant. Shylock, although I neither lend nor

borrow
By taking nor by giving of excess,
Yet, to supply the ripe wants of my friend,
I'll'break a custom. Is he yet possess'd
How much ye would ?
Shy.

Ay, ay, three thousand ducats.
Ant. And for three months.
Shy. I had forgot; three months ; you told

me so.
Well then, your bond; and let me see ; - but
Methought you said you neither lend nor borrow
Upon advantage.
Ant.

I do never use it.
Shy. When Jacob graz'd his uncle Laban's

sheep
This Jacob from our holy Abram was,
As his wise mother wrought in his behalf,
The third possessor; ay, he was the third-
Ant. And what of him ? Did he take interest ?
Shy. No, not take interest, not, as you would

say, Directly interest. Mark what Jacob did. When Laban and himself were compromis'd That all the eanlings which were streak'd and

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Forget the shames that you have staind me
Supply your present wants, and take no doit
Of usance for my moneys, and you 'll not hear

me.
This is kind I offer.
Bass. This were kindness.
Shy.

This kindness will I show.
Go with me to a notary, seal me there
Your single 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
Of your fair flesh, to be cut off and taken
In what part of your body pleaseth me.

Ant. Content, i' faith, I'll seal to such a bond, And say there is much kindness in the Jew. Bass. You shall not seal to such a bond for

me ; I'll rather dwell in my necessity, Ant. Why, fear not, man; I will not forfeit

it. Within these two months, that's a month be

fore This bond expires, I do expect return Of thrice three times the value of this bond. 160 Shy. O father Abram, what these Christians

are, Whose own hard dealings teaches them 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 flesh taken from a man Is not so estimable, profitable neither, As flesh of muttons, beefs, or goats. I say, To buy his favour, I extend this friendship. If he will take it, so; if not, adieu ; And, for my love, I pray you wrong me not.

Ant. Yes, Shylock, I will seal unto this bond. Shy. Then meet me forthwith at the no

tary's; Give him direction for this merry bond, And I will go and purse the ducats straight, 195 See to my house, left in the fearful guard Of an unthrifty knave, and presently I will be with you.

[Exit (Shylock). Ant. Hie thee, gentle Jew. The Hebrew will turn Christian ; he grows kind. Bass. I like not fair terms and a villain's

mind. Ant. Come on; in this there can be no dis

may ; My ships come home a month before the day.

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In the end of autumn turned to the rams,
And, when the work of generation was
Between these woolly breeders in the act,
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And, in the doing of the deed of kind,
He stuck them up before the fulsome ewes,
Who then conceiving did in eaning time
Fall parti-colour'd lambs, and those were Ja-

cob's.
This was a way to thrive, and he was blest ; 90
And thrift is blessing, if men steal it not.
Ant. This was a venture, sir, that Jacob

serv'd for; A thing not in his power to bring to pass, But sway'd and fashion'd by the hand of

Heaven.
Was this inserted to make interest good ?
Or is your gold and silver ewes and rams?

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

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 goodly apple rotten at the heart. 0, what a goodly ontside falsehood hath! Shy. Three thousand duoats ; 't is a good

round sum. Three months from twelve; then, let me see ;

the rate Ant. Well, Shylock, shall we be beholding

to you? Shy. Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me About my moneys and my 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 mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help. 115 Go to, then ! You come to me, and you say,

Shylock, we would have moneys; you say You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold ; moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should 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 whispering humbleness, Say this:

Fair sir, you spat on me on Wednesday last; You spurn'd me such a day; another time You call'd me dog ; and for these courtesies 'll lend you thus much moneys ”' ?

Ant. Iam as like to call thee so again, To spit on thee again, to spurn thee too. If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not As to thy friends; for when did friendship take A breed for barren metal of his friend ? But lend it rather to thine enemy, Who, if he break, thou mayst with better face Exact the penalty.

Shy. Why, look you, how you storm! I would be friends with you and have your love,

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ACT II [SCENE I. Belmont. A room in Portia's house.) Enter (the PRINCE OF) MOROCCO, a tawny Moor,

all in white, and three or four followers accordingly, with PORTIA, NERISSA, and their train. Flourish of cornets.

Mor. Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadowed livery of the burnish'd sun, To whom I am a neighbour and nea bred.

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the fiend; Where Phæbus' fire scarce thaws the icieles, 6 the heavens, rouse up a brave mind,” says the And let us make incision for your love,

fiend, " and run. " Well, my conscience, hangTo prove whose blood is reddest, his or mine. ing about the neck of my heart, says very wisely I tell thee, lady, this aspect of mine

to me, “ My honest friend Launcelot, being [15 Hath fear'd the valiant. By my love, I swear an honest man's son," or rather an honest The best-regarded virgins of our clime

woman's son ; for, indeed, my father did someHave lov'd it too. I would not change this hue, thing smack, something grow to, he had a kind Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. of taste, - well, my conscience says, Launce

Por. In terms of choice I am not solely led lot, budge not.'' Budge,” says the fiend. (20 By nice direction of a maiden's eyes;

Budge not,"

says my conscience. Besides, the lottery of my destiny

science," say I, “you counsel well;"* Fiend," Bars me the right of voluntary choosing.

you counsel well.” To be rul'd by my But if my father had not scanted me

conscience, I should stay with the Jew my And hedg'd me by his wit, to yield myself master, who, God bless the mark, is a kind of His wife who wins me by that means I told devil ; and, to run away from the Jew, I [25 you,

should be ruld by the fiend, who, saving your Yourself, renowned Prince, then stood as fair reverence, is the devil himself. Certainly the As any comer I have look'd on yet

Jew is the very devil incarnation; and, in my For my affection.

conscience, my conscience is but a kind of hard Mor.

Even for that I thank you ; conscience, to offer to counsel me to stay with Therefore, I pray you, lead me to the caskets the Jew. The fiend gives the more friendly [s1 To try my fortune. By this scimitar

counsel. I will run, fiend ; my heels are at your That slew the Sophy and a Persian prince commandment; I will run. That won three fields of Sultan Solyman, I would outstare the sternest eyes that look,

Enter Old GOBBO, with a basket. Outbrave the heart most daring on the earth, Gob. Master young man, you, I pray you, Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she- which is the way to master Jew's ? bear,

Laun. (Aside.] O heavens ! this is my trueYea, mock the lion when he roars for prey, begotten father, who, being more than sandTo win thee, lady. But, alas the while !

blind, high-gravel blind, knows me not. I will If Hercules and Lichas play at dice

try confusions with him. Which is the better man, the greater throw Gob. Master young gentleman, I pray you, May turn by fortune from the weaker hand. which is the way to master Jew's ? So is Alcides beaten by his page;.

Laun. Turn up on your right hand at the And so may I, blind fortune leading me,

next turning, but at the next turning of all, on Miss that which one unworthier may attain, your left; marry at the very next turning, turn And die with grieving.

of no hand, but turn down indirectly to the Por.

You must take your chance, Jew's house. And either not attempt to choose at all,

Gob. By God's sonties, 't will be a hard way Or swear before you choose, if you choose to hit. Can you tell me whether one Launcewrong

lot, that dwells with him, dwell with him or no ? Never to speak to lady afterward

Laun. Talk you of young Master LaunceIn way of marriage; therefore be advis'd. lot? [Aside.] Mark me now; now will I raise [50 Mor. Nor will not. Come, bring me unto my the waters. Talk you of young Master Launcechance.

lot? Por. First, forward to the temple. After Gob. No master, sir, but a poor man's son. dinner

His father, though I say 't, is an honest exceedYour hazard sball be made.

ing poor man and, God be thanked, well io Mor.

Good fortune then! 45 live. To make me blest or cursed'st among men.

Laun. Well, let his father be what 'a will, (Cornets, and exeunt. we talk of young Master Launcelot.

Gob. Your worship's friend and Launcelot, [SCENE II. Venice. A street.]

sir.

Laun. But I pray you, ergo, old man, ergo, Enter the Clown (LAUNCELOT] alone.

I beseech you, talk you of young Master LaunceLaun. Certainly my conscience will serve me lot. to run from this Jew my master. The fiend is Gob. Of Launcelot, an 't please your masterat mine elbow and tempts me, saying to me, ship. "Gobbo, Launcelot Gobbo, good Launcelot," Laun. Ergo, Master Launcelot. Talk not of or "good Gobbo," or “good Launcelot Gobbo, Master Launcelot, father; for the young genuse your legs, take the start, run away. My [6 tleman, according to Fates and Destinies and conscience says,

* No; take heed, honest such odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such (65 Launcelot; take heed, honest Gobbo,” or, as branches of learning, is indeed deceased, or, as aforesaid, “ honest Launcelot Gobbo; do not you would say in plain terms, gone to heaven. run; scorn running with thy heels." Well, the Gob. Many, God forbid ! The boy was the reast courageous fiend bids me pack. “Via !(10 very staff of my age, my very prop.

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Laun. (Aside.) Do I look like a cudgel or a Gob. He hath a great infection, sir, as one hovel-post, a staff or a prop ? Do you know would say, to serve

Laun. Indeed, the short and the long is, I Gob. Alack the day, I know you not, young serve the Jew, and have a desire, as my father gentleman; but I pray you, tell me,

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shall specify God rest his soul, alive or dead ?

Gob. His master and he, saving your worLaun. Do you not know me, father?

ship’s reverence, are scarce cater-cousins Gob. Alack, sir, I am sand-blind; I know Laun. To be brief, the very truth is that the

Jew, having done me wrong, doth cause me, as Laun. Nay, indeed, if you had your eyes, my father, being, I hope, an old man, shall you might fail of the knowing me; it is a frutify unto you wise father that knows his own child. Well, [s0 Gob. I have here a dish of doves that I would

I will tell you news of your son. Give bestow upon your worship, and my suit is – 105 me your blessing; truth will come to light; Laun. In very brief, the suit is impertinent murder cannot be hid long; a man's son may, to myself, as your worship shall know by this but in the end truth will out.

honest old man; and, though I say it, though Gob. Pray you, sir, stand up. I am sure you old man, yet poor man, my father. are not Launcelot, my boy.

Bass. One speak for both. What would Laun. Pray you, let's have no more fooling you? about it, but give me your blessing. I am Laun. Serve you, sir. Launcelot, your boy that was, your son that is, Gob. That is the very defect of the matter, your child that shall be.

sir. Gob. I cannot think you are my son.

Bass. I know thee well; thou hast obtain'd Laun. I know not what I shall think of that;

thy suit. but I am Launcelot, the Jew's man, and I am Shylock thy master spoke with me this day, sure Margery your wife is my mother.

And hath preferr’d thee, if it be preferment Gob. Her name is Margery, indeed. I'll be To leave a rich Jew's service, to become sworn, if thou be Launcelot, thou art mine own The follower of so poor a gentleman. flesh and blood. Lord worshipp'd might he Laun. The old proverb is very well parted be! what a beard hast thou got! Thou hast got between my master Shylock and you, sir : you more hair on thy chin than Dobbin my fill- have the grace of God, sir, and he hath enough. horse has on his tail.

Bass. Thou speak'st it well. Go, father, with Laun. It should seem, then, that Dobbin's thy son. tail grows backward. I am sure he had more Take leave of thy old master, and inquire hair of his tail than I have of my face when I My lodging out. Give him a livery last saw him.

More guarded than his fellows'; see it done. 164 Gob. Lord, how art thou chang'd! How dost Laun. Father, in. I cannot get a service, no; thou and thy master agree? I have brought I have ne'er a tongue in my head. [Looks him a present. How 'gree you now?

on his palm.] Well, if any man in Italy have a Laun. Well, well: but, for mine own part, as I fairer table, which doth offer to swear upon a have set up my rest to run away, so I will (110 book, I shall have good fortune. Go to, here's not rest till I have run some ground. My mas- a simple line of life! Here's a small trifle of ter 's a very Jew. Give him a present! give him wives! Alas, fifteen wives is nothing ! (170 a halter. I am famish'd in his service ; you may Eleven widows and nine maids is a simple comtell every finger I have with my ribs. Father, ing-in for one man. And then to escape drownI am glad you are come ; give me your present ing thrice, and to be in peril of my life with the to one Master Bassanio, who, indeed, gives (115 edge of a feather-bed ; here are simple scapes, rare new liveries. If I serve not him, I will run Well, if Fortune be a woman, she's a good as far as God has any ground. O rare fortune! wench for this gear. Father, come ; I 'll take (173 here comes the man. To him, father; for I am my leave of the Jew in the twinkling of an eye. a Jew, if I serve the Jew any longer.

(Exeunt Launcelot (and old Gobbo). Enter BASSANIO, with (LEONARDO and other]

Bass. I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on

this: followers.

These things being bought and orderly bestow'd, Bass. You may do so; but let it be so hasted Return in haste, for I do feast to-night that supper be ready at the farthest by five of My best esteem'd acquaintance. Hie thee, go. the clock. See these letters delivered ; put the Leon. My best endeavours shall be done here liveries to making, and desire Gratiano to come

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Enter GRATIANO.
Laun. To him, father.
Gob. God bless your w
worship!

Gra. Where is your master ?
Bass. Gramercy! wouldst thou aught with Leon.

Yonder, sir, he walks.

(Erit. Gob. Here's my son, sir, a poor boy,

Gra. Signior Bassanio!
Laun. Not a poor boy, sir, but the rich Bass. Gratiano !
Jew's man; that would, sir, as my father Gra. I have a suit to you.
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(SCENE IV. The same. A street.] Enter GRATIANO, LORENZO, SALARINO, and

SALANIO. Lor. Nay, we will slink away in supper-time, Disguise us at my lodging and return, All in an hour.

Gra. We have not made good preparation. Salar. We have not spoke us yet of torch

bearers. Salan. 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly

order'd, And better in my mind not undertook. Lor. 'Tis now but four o'clock; we have two

hours To furnish us.

Enter LAUNCELOT, with a letter.

Friend Launcelot, what's the news ?
Laun. An it shall please you to break up
this, it shall seem to signify.
Lor. I know the hand; in faith, 't is a fair

hand,
And whiter than the paper it writ on
Is the fair hand that writ.
Gra.

Love-news, in faith.
Laun. By your leave, sir.
Lor. Whither goest thou ?

Laun. Marry, sir, to bid my old master the
Jew to sup to-night with my new master the
Christian.
Lor. Hold, here, take this. Tell gentle

Jessica
I will not fail her; speak it privately; go.

[Exit Launcelot.
Gentlemen,
Will you prepare you for this masque to-night?
I am provided of a torch-bearer.
Salar. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it

straight. Salan. And so will I. Lor.

Meet me and Gratiano At Gratiano's lodging some hour hence. Salar. 'Tis good we do so.

[Exeunt [Salar. and Salan.). Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica ? Lor. I must needs tell thee all. She hath

directed How I shall take her from her father's house, What gold and jewels she is furnish'd with, What page's suit she hath in readiness. If e'er the Jew her father come to heaven, It will be for his gentle daughter's sake; And never dare misfortune cross her foot, Unless she do it under this excuse, That she is issue to a faithless Jew. Come, go with me; peruse this as thou goest, Fair Jessica shall be my torch-bearer.

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Gra. You must not deny me; I must go with you to Belmont. Bass. Why, then you must. But hear thee,

Gratiano; Thou art too wild, too rude and bold of voice ; Parts that become thee happily enough And in such eyes as ours appear not faults ; But where thou art not known, why, there they

show
Something too liberal, Pray thee, take pain
To allay with some cold drops of modesty
Thy skipping spirit, lest through thy wild be-

haviour
I be misconstru'd in the place I go to,
And lose my hopes.
Gra.

Signior Bassanio, hear me :
If I do not put on a sober habit,
Talk with respect and swear but now and

then, Wear prayer-books in my pocket, look de

murely, Nay more, while grace is saying, hood mine

eyes Thus with my hat, and sigh and say Amen, Use all the observance of civility, Like one well studied in a sad ostent To please his grandam, never trust me more. Bass. Well, we shall see your bearing. Gra. Nay, but I bar to-night ; you shall not

gauge me By what we do to-night. Bass.

No, that were pity. I would entreat you rather to put on Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends That parpose merriment. But fare you well! I have some business. Gra. And I must to Lorenzo and the

rest; But we will visit you at supper-time. (Exeunt. (SCENE III. The same. A room in Shylock's

house.] Enter JESSICA and the Clown (LAUNCELOT).

Jes. I am sorry thou wilt leave my father Our house is hell, and thou, a merry devil, Didst rob it of some taste of tediousness. But fare thee well, there is a ducat for thee; And, Launcelot, soon at supper shalt thou Lorenzo, who is thy new master's guest. Give him this letter; do it secretly ; And so farewell. I would not have my father See me in talk with thee.

Laun. Adieu ! tears exhibit my tongue. Most beautiful pagan, most sweet Jew I if a Christian do not play the knave and get thee, I am much deceived. But, adieu ! these foolish drops do something drown my manly spirit. Adieu! (Exit.

Jes. Farewell, good Launcelot. Alack, what heinous sin is it in me To be asham'd to be my father's child ! But though I am a daughter to his blood, I am not to his manners. O Lorenzo, If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife, 20 Become a Christian and thy loving wife. (Exit.

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Enter the Jew (SHYLOCK) and LAUNCELOT. Shy. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be

thy judge, The difference of old Shylock and Baskanio.What, Jessica ! - Thou shalt not gormandise,

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