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The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
If I can catch him once upon
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
He hates our sacred nation ; and he rails,
Ev'n there where merchants most do congregate,
On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift,
Which he calls intereft. Cursed by my tribe,
If I forgive him!
Bal. Shylock, do you hear?
Sby. 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?
Tuball, a wealthy Hebrew of my tribe,
Will furnish me; but soft, how many months
Do you desire ? Reft you fair, good Signior;
[ 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 lupply the ripe wants of my friend,
I'll break a cuítom. Is he yet posseft,
How much you would ?
Shy. Ay, ay, three thousand ducats.
Anth. And for three months.
Shy. I had forgot, three months, you told me fo; Well then, your bond ; and let me see,
Methought, you said, you neither lend nor borrow
Anth. I do never use it.
Shy. When Yacob graz'd his uncle Labar's fheep,
This Jacob from our holy Abraham was
(As his wise 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 say, Directly, int'reft; mark, what Jacob did. When Laban and himself were compromis'd, That all the yeanlings, which were itreak'd and pied,
Should fall as Jacob's hire; the ewes, being rank,
In th' end of autumn turned to the rams;
And when the work of generation was
Between these woolly breeders in the act,
The skilful shepherd peeld 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 yeaning time
Fall party-colour'd lambs, and those were Jacob's.
This was a way to thrive, and he was bleft;
And thrift is blessing, if men fteal it not.
Anth. This was a venture, Sir, that Jacob ferv'd for;
A thing, not in his pow'r to bring to pass,
But sway'd, and fashion'd, by the hand of heav'n.
Was this inserted to make int'rest good ?
Or is your gold, and silver, ewes and rams?
Sby. I cannot tell; I make it breed as faft ;
But note me, Signior.
Anth. Mark you this, Bafanio?
The devil can cite scripture for his purpose.
An evil foul, producing holy witness,
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek ;
A goodly apple rotten at the heart.
O, what a goodly outside fallhood hath!
Shy. Three thousand ducats! 'tis a good round sam. Three months from twelve, then let me see the rate.
Anth. Well, Shylock, Thall we be beholden to you?
Sby. Signior Anthonio, many a time and oft
In the Ryalto you have rated me,
About my monies and my usances.
Still have I born 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 my own.
Well then, it now appears, you need my help:
Go to then ; you come to me, and you say,
Shylock, we would have monies ; you say so;
You, that did void your rheume upon my beard,
And foot me, as you spurn a stranger cur
Over your threshold : mony is your fait;
What should I say to you should I not fay,
Hath a dog mony? is it possible,
A cur can lend three thousand ducáts? or
Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key,
With bated breath, and whisp'ring humbleness,
Say this, -fair Sir, you spit on me laft Wednesday,
You spurnid me such a day ; another time
You call'd me dog; and for these curtefies
I'll lend you thus much monies ?
Anth. I am as like to call thee fo again,
To fpit on thee again, to fpurn thee too.
If thou wilt lend this mony, lend it not
As to thy friend, (for when did friendfhip take
A breed of barren metal of his friend ? ) (4)
But lend it rather to thine enemy;
Who, if he break, thou mayeft with better face
Exact the penalty.
Shy. Why, how you ftorm?
I would be friends with you, and have your love ;
Forget the shames that you have stain'd me with ;
Supply your present wants, and take no doit
Of ufance for my monies, and you'll not hear me ::
This is kind I offer.
Anth. This were kindness.
Shy. This kindness will I show ;
Go with me to a Notary, feal me there
Your single bond ; and in a merry sport,
If you repay me not on such a day,
In such a place, such fum, or fums, as are
Express'd in the condition, let the forfeit
(4) A breed of barren Metal] Meaning, Mony at Usury, Mony that breeds more, as Mt. Pope explains it. Confonant to this Phrase, the Latines explain'd Interest thus ; Fænus, fætum accepri: and the Greeks call'd it tónos: both which Expressions take in our Poet's Idea of a Breed. As for the Contradi&ion betwixt Breed and barren, it is a poetical Beauty in which Claudian, among the Clallics, particularly abounds,
Be nominated for an equal pound
your fair flesh, to be cut off and taken In what part of your body it shall please me.
Anth. Content, in faith ; I'll seal to such a bond, And say, there is much kindness in the Jew.
Bal You shall not feal to fuch a bond, for me,
I'll rather dwelt in my necessity.
Anth. 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.
Sby. O father Abraham, what these christians are !
Whose own hard dealings teach them to 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 fleth, taken from a man,
Is not so estimable or profitable,
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.
Anth. Yes, Shylock, I will feal 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 strait;
See to my house, left in the fearful guard
Of an unthrifty knave, and presently
I will be with you.
[Exit. Anth. Hie thee, gentle Jew. This Hebrew will turn chriftian; he grows kind.
Bal. I like not fair terms, and a villain's mind.
Anth. Come on, in this there can be no dismay ; My ships come home a month before the day. [Exeunt.
Enter Morochius, a Tawny-Moor, all in white; and three or four Followers accordingly; with Portia,
Nerissa, and her train. Flourish Cornets.
MORO CHIU s.
ISLIKE me not for my complexion,
The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd fun,
To whom I am a neighbour, and near bred.
Bring me the faireft creature northward born,
Where Phæbus' fire scarce thaws the isicles,
And let us make incision for your love,
To prove whose blood is reddeft, his or mine.
I tell thee, lady, this aspect of mine
Hath feard the valiant; by my love, I swear,
The best regarded virgins of our clime
Fiave lov'd 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 chusing.
But my father had not scanted me,
And hedg'd me by his wit to yield my self
His wife, who wins me by that means I told
Your self, renowned Prince, then stood as fair,
As any comer I have look'd on yet,
For my affection.
Mor. Ev'n for that I thank you ;
Therefore, I pray you, lead me to the caskets
To try my fortune. By this scimitar,
That slew the Sophy and a Persian Prince,
That won three fields of Sultan Solyman,