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Shy. I am debating of my present store ;
And, by the near guess of my memory,
I cannot instantly raise up
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?-Rest
you fair, good seignior;
[Το ANTONIO. Your worship was the last man in our mouths.
Ant. Shylock, albeit 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 possessed,
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 hear
Methought you said, you neither lend nor borrow
I do never use it.
Shy. When Jacob grazed his uncle Laban's sheep,
This Jacob from our holy Abraham 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 compromised, That all the eanlings · which were streaked, and pied, Should fall as Jacob's hire; the ewes, being rank, In the end of autumn turned to the rams; And when the work of generation was Between these woolly breeders in the act, The skilful shepherd peeled me certain wands,
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 party-colored lambs, and those were Jacob's.
This was a way to thrive, and he was blessed ;
And thrift is blessing, if men steal it not.
Ant. This was a venture, sir, that Jacob served for;
A thing not in his power to bring to pass,
But swayed, and fashioned, 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, seignior.
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.
O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!
Shy. Three thousand ducats,—'tis a good round sum. Three months from twelve, then let me see the rate.
Ant. Well, Shylock, shall we be beholden to you ?
Shy. Seignior 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.
Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say,
Shylock, we would have moneys; you say so;
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 shall 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,
Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last;
You spurned me such a day; another time
You called me dog; and for these courtesies
Pll lend you thus much moneys ?
Ant. I am 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 may'st with better face
Exact the penalty.
Why, look you, how you storm!
I would be friends with you, and have your love,
Forget the shames that you have stained me with,
Supply your present wants, and take no doit
Of usance for my moneys; and you'll not hear me.
This is kind I offer.
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,
you repay me not on such a day,
In such a place, such sum, or sums, as are
Expressed 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, in 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 before
This bond expires,–I do expect return
Of thrice three times the value of this bond.
Shy. O father Abraham, 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 favor, 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 notary's ;
Give him direction for this merry bond,
And I will go and purse the ducats straight,
See to my house, left in the fearful' guard
Of an unthrifty knave; and presently
I will be with you.
Hie thee, gentle Jew.
This 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 dismay; My ships come home a month before the day. [Exeunt.
To fear was anciently to give as well as feel terrors. So in K. Henry IV. Part I.
“ A mighty and a fearful head they are.' VOL. II.
SCENE I. Belmont. A Room in Portia's House.
Flourish of Cornets.
Enter the Prince of Morocco, and his Train ; Portia,
NERISSA, and other of her Attendants.
Mor. Mislike me not for my complexion,
The shadowed livery of the burnished sun,
To whom I am a neighbor, and near bred.
Bring me the fairest creature northward born,
Where Phæbus' fire scarce thaws the icicles,
And let us make incision for your love,
To prove whose blood is reddest, his or mine.
I tell thee, lady, this aspect of mine
Hath feared the valiant; by my love, I swear,
The best regarded virgins of our clime
Have loved it too. I would not change this hue,
Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen.
Por. In terms of choice, I am not solely led
By nice direction of a maiden's eyes.
Besides, the lottery of my destiny
Bars me the right of voluntary choosing.
But, if my father had not scanted me,
And hedged me by his wit, to yield myself
His wife, who wins me by that means I told you,
Yourself, renowned prince, then stood as fair,
As any comer I have looked on yet,
For my affection.
Even for that I thank you;
Therefore, I pray you, lead me to the caskets,
To try my fortune. By this cimeter,-
That slew the sophy, and a Persian prince,
That won three fields of sultan Solyman,-