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With oaths of love, at last-if promise last-
Is this true, Nerissa? Ner. Madam, it is, so you stand pleas'd withal. Bass. And do you, Gratiano, mean good faith? Gra. Yes, 'faith, my lord.
Bass. Our feast shall be much honour'd in your marriage.
Gra. We'll play with them, the first boy for a thousand ducats.
Ner. What! and stake down.
Gra. No; we shall ne'er win at that sport, and stake down.
But who comes here; Lorenzo, and his infidel?
Enter LORENZO, JESSICA, and SALERIO.
Sweet Portia, welcome.
So do I, my lord;
They are entirely welcome.
Lor. I thank your honour. For my part, my lord, My purpose was not to have seen you here;
But meeting with Salerio by the way,
He did entreat me, past all saying Nay,
To come with him along.
And I have reason for it.
I did, my lord,
[Gives BASSANIO a letter. Ere I ope his letter,
I pray you, tell me how my good friend doth.
Gra. Nerissa, cheer yon stranger; bid her welcome. Your hand, Salerio; what's the news from Venice? How doth that royal merchant, good Antonio?
I know, he will be glad of our success;
We are the Jasons, we have won the fleece.
Sale. 'Would you had won the fleece that he hath lost!
Por. There are some shrewd contents in yond' same
That steal the colour from Bassanio's cheek;
Some dear friend dead: else nothing in the world
Of any constant man. What! worse and worse?
How much I was a braggart. When I told you
And every word in it a gaping wound
Issuing life-blood. But is it true, Salerio?
Have all his ventures fail'd? What! not one hit?
From Tripolis, from Mexico, and England,
From Lisbon, Barbary, and India?
And not one vessel 'scape the dreadful touch
Not one, my lord.
Besides, it should appear, that if he had
Jes. When I was with him, I have heard him swear, To Tubal, and to Chus, his countrymen,
That he would rather have Antonio's flesh,
Than twenty times the value of the sum
It will go hard with poor Antonio.
Por. Is it your dear friend, that is thus in trouble? Bass. The dearest friend to me, the kindest man, The best condition'd and unwearied spirit
In doing courtesies, and one in whom
What! no more?
The ancient Roman honour more appears,
Will live as maids and widows. Come, away!
Bass. [Reads.] Sweet Bassanio, my ships have all miscarried, my creditors grow cruel, my estate is very low, my bond to the Jew is forfeit; and since, in paying it, it is impossible I should live, all debts are cleared between you and I. If I might but see you at my death... notwithstanding, use your pleasure; if your love do not persuade you to come, let not my letter.
Por. O love! despatch all business, and be gone. Bass. Since I have your good leave to go away, I will make haste: but, till I come again, No bed shall e'er be guilty of my stay,
Nor rest be interposer 'twixt us twain. [Exeunt.
SCENE III. Venice. A Street.
Enter SHYLOCK, SALANIO, ANTONIO and Gaoler.
GAOLER, look to him. Tell not me of mercy;
This is the fool that lent out money gratis. Gaoler, look to him.
The Duke shall grant me justice. I do wonder,
Ant. I pray thee, hear me speak.
Shy. I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak; I'll have my bond; and therefore speak no more. I'll not be made a soft and dull-ey'd fool,
To shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yield
Salan. It is the most impenetrable cur,
Let him alone;
I'll follow him no more with bootless prayers.
I oft deliver'd from his forfeitures
Many that have at times made moan to me;
I am sure, the Duke Will never grant this forfeiture to hold.
Ant. The Duke cannot deny the course of law,
'Twill much impeach the justice of the state;
Well, gaoler, on. Pray God, Bassanio come
SCENE IV. Belmont. A Room in Portia's House. Enter PORTIA, NERISSA, LORENZO, JESSICA, and BALTHAZAR,
MADAM, although I speak it in your presence,
You have a noble and a true conceit
Of god-like amity; which appears most strongly
But, if you knew to whom you shew this honour,