The rate of ufance here with us in Venice. Baff. Shylock, do you hear? Shy. I am debating of my present store, Of full three thousand ducats: what of that? [To Anth. Your worship was the last man in our mouths. Anth. Shylock, although I neither lend nor borrow By taking, nor by giving of excess, Yet, to fupply the ripe wants of my friend, I'll break a cuítom. How much you would? Is he yet poffeft, Shy. Ay, ay, three thousand ducats. Shy. I had forgot, three months, you told me fo; Well then, your bond; and let me fee, hear you, Methought, you faid, you neither lend nor borrow "Anth. I do never use it. but Shy. When Jacob graz'd his uncle Laban's sheep,— This Jacob from our holy Abraham was (As his wife mother wrought in his behalf) The third poffeffor; ay, he was the third. Anth. And what of him? did he take interest ? Shy. No, not take int'reft; not, as you would fay, Directly, int'reft; mark, what Jacob did. When Laban and himself were compromis'd, That all the yeanlings, which were streak'd and pied, Should Should fall as Jacob's hire; the ewes, being rank, Anth. This was a venture, Sir, that Jacob ferv'd for; A thing, not in his pow'r to bring to pass, But fway'd, and fashion'd, by the hand of heav'n. Or is your gold, and filver, ewes and rams? Anth. Mark you this, Baffanio? The devil can cite fcripture for his purpose. ; Shy. Three thousand ducats! 'tis a good round fam. Three months from twelve, then let me fee the rate. Anth. Well, Shylock, fhall we be beholden to you? Shy. Signior Anthonio, many a time and oft In the Ryalto you have rated me, About my monies and my ufances. Still have I born it with a patient shrug; (For fufferance is the badge of all our tribe.) You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And fpit upon my Jewish gaberdine ; And all for use of that, which is my own. Well then, it now appears, you need my help : Go to then; you come to me, and you fay, Shylock, we would have monies; you fay fo; You, that did void your rheume upon my beard, And foot me, as you fpurn a ftranger cur E 3 Over Over your threshold: mony is your fait; What should I fay to you? fhould I not fay, Hath a dog mony? is it poffible, A cur can lend three thousand ducats? or Anth. I am as like to call thee fo again, Who, if he break, thou may'ft with better face Shy. Why, how you ftorm? I would be friends with you, and have your love; Of ufance for my monies, and you'll not hear mê: Anth. This were kindness. Shy. This kindness will I fhow; (4) A breed of barren Metal Meaning, Mony at Ufury, Mony that breeds more, as Mr. Pope explains it. Gonfonant to this Phrafe, the Latines explain'd Intereft thus; Fœnus, fætum accepti: and the Greeks call'd it rónos: both which Expreffions take in our Poet's Idea of a Breed. As for the Contradiction betwixt Breed and barren, it is a poetical Beauty in which Claudian, among the Claffics, particularly abounds, Be Be nominated for an equal pound Of your fair flesh, to be cut off and taken In what part of your body it fhall please me. Anth. Content, in faith; I'll feal to fuch a bond, Anth. Why, fear not, man; I will not forfeit it; Of thrice three times the value of this bond. Shy. O father Abraham, what these christians are! A pound of man's flesh, taken from a man, As flesh of muttons, beefs, or goats. I fay, And for my love, I pray you, wrong me not. Anth. Hie thee, gentle Jew. [Exit. This Hebrew will turn chriftian; he grows kind. ACT II. SCENE, BELMONT. Enter Morochius, a Tawny-Moor, all in white; and three or four Followers accordingly; with Portia, Neriffa, and her train. Flourish Cornets. M MOROCHIUS. ISLIKE me not for my complexion, Hath fear'd the valiant; by my love, I fwear, Have lov'd it too: I would not change this hue, For my affection. Mor. Ev'n for that I thank you; I would |