Here in the court, of all he dies poffefs'd, DUKE. He fhall do this, or elfe I do recant The pardon that I late pronounced here. POR. Art thou contented, Jew? what dost thou say? PRO. 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 shalt have two godfathers. Had I been judge, thou should'ft have had ten more, 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's pardon; I must away this night to Padua, And it is meet, I prefently set forth DUKE. I'm forry, that your leifure ferves you not. ·Anthonio, gratify this gentleman; For, in my mind, you are much bound to him. [Exit Duke and his train. SCENE III. BASS. Moft worthy gentleman, I and my Have by your wifdom been this day acquitted Of grievous penalties; in lieu whereof, Three thousand ducats, due unto the Jew, We freely cope your courteous pains withal. friend ANTH. And ftand indebted, over and above, In love and fervice to you evermore. POR. He is well paid, that is well fatisfy'd; And I, delivering you, am satisfy'd; I pray you, know me, when we meet again; BASS. Dear Sir, of force I muft attempt you further. Take some remembrance of us, for a tribute, Not as a fee. Grant me two things, I pray you, Not to deny me, and to pardon me POR. You prefs me far, and therefore I will yield. BASS. This ring, good Sir, alas, it is a trifle; BASS. There's more depends on this, than on 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; You taught me first to beg, and now, methinks, That I fhould neither fell, nor give, nor lose it. POR. That 'fcufe serves 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, For giving it to me. Well, peace be with you. [Exit with Neriffa. ANTH. My lord Baffanio, let him have the ring. Let his defervings, and my love withal, Be valu'd 'gainst your wife's commandement. BASS. Go, Gratiano, run and overtake him, Give him the ring; and bring him, if thou can'st, Unto Anthonio's house.-Away, make haste. -Come, you and I will thither presently; And in the morning early will we both Fly toward Belmont. Come, Anthonio. Re-enter Portia and Neriffa. [Exeunt. POR. Enquire the Jew's house 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, NER. Sir, I would speak with you. I'll fee if I can get my husband's ring. [To Por. Which I did make him fwear to keep for ever. POR. Thou may'ft, I warrant. We shall have old fwearing, 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 fhew me to this house? ACT V. SCENE I. Belmont. A Grove, or green place, before Portia's houfe. Enter Lorenzo and Jeffica. LORENZO. HE moon fhines bright-In fuch a night as this, TH When the sweet wind did gently kifs the trees, JES. In fuch a night, Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew ; And ran difmay'd 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. JES. In fuch a night, Medea gather'd the enchanted herbs, That did renew old fon. LOR. In fuch a night, Did Jessica steal from the wealthy Jew, And with an unthrift love did run from Venice, JES. And in fuch a night, Did young Lorenzo swear, he lov'd her well, And ne'er a true one. LOR. And in fuch a night, Did pretty Jeffica (like a little fhrew) JES. I would out-night you, did no body come; Enter Stephano. LOR. Who comes fo faft, in filence of the night? LOR. A friend! what friend? your name, I pray you, friend? MES. Stephano is my name, and I bring word, LOR. Who comes with her? MES. 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 miftrefs of the house. Enter Launcelot, LAUN. Sola, fola, wo ha, fola, fola LOR. Who calls? LAUN. Sola! did you fee mafter Lorenzo and mistress. Lorenza? fola, fola! LOR. Leave hallowing, man: here. |