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The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
If I can catch him once upon the hip,
I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
He hates our sacred nation, and he rail,
Ev'n there where merchant molt do congregate,
On me, my bargains, and my, well won thrift,
Which he calls interest. Curied be my tribe,
If I forgive him !
Bal. Shylock, do you hear?
Shy. 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 loft, how many
months Do you desire? Rest 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 supply the ripe wants of my friend,
I'll break a custom. Is he yet posseft,
How much you would?
Shy. Ay, ay, three thousand ducats.
Anth. And for three months.
Sky. I had forgot, three months, you told me so;
Well then, your bond; and let me see, but
Methought, you said, you neither lend nor borrow
Anth. I do never use it.
Shy. When Jacob graz'd his uncle Laban's sheep, This Jacob from our holy Abraham was (As his wise mother wrought in his behalf) The third poffessor; 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'rest; '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 fuck 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 blett ;
And thrift is blessing, if men steal 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 fway'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 ?
Shy. I cannot tell ; I make it breed as fast ;
But note me, Signior.
Anth. Mark you this, Bassanio?
The devil can cite fcripture for his purpose.
An evil soul, producing holy witnels,
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek;
A goodly apple rotten at the heart.
0, what a goodly outside falfhood hath!
Shy. Three thousand ducats ! 'tis a good round fum. Three months from twelve, then let me see the rate.
Ant. Well, Shylock, shall 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 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,
Sbylock, we would have monies; you say fo;
You that did void your rheume upon my beard,
And foot me, as you spurn
a stranger cur
Over your threshold : mony is your fuit;
What should I say to you? should I not say,
Hath a dog mony? 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 whisp’ring humbleness,
fair Sir, you spit on me last Wednesday,
You spurn'd'me such a day; another time
You call’d me dog; and for these curtesies
I'll lend you thus much monies ?
Anth. I am as like to call thee so again,
To spit on thee again, to fpurn thee too.
If thou wilt lend this mony, lend it not
As to thy friend, (for when did friendship take
A breed of barren metal of his friend ?) (4)
But lend it rather to thine enemy;
Who, if he break, thou may'st with better face
Exact the penalty
Sby. Why, how you storm?
I would be friends with you, and have your love ;
Forget the shames that you have fain'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, seal me there
Your single bond ; and in a merry sport,
If you repay me not on such a day,
In such a place, such sum, 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 Mr. Pope explains it. Consonant to this Phrase, the Latines explain'd Interest thus ; Fænus, fætum accepti : and the Greeks call'd it róxos : both which Expressions take in our Poet's Idea of a Breed. As for the Contradi&tion betwixt breed and barren, it is a poetical Beauty in which Claudian, among the Classics, 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.
Arth. Content; in faith, I'll seal to such a bond,
And say, there is much kindness in the Jew.
Bal. You shall not seal to such a bond for me,
I'll rather dwell 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 Mould I gain
By the exaction of the forfeiture?
A pound of man's flesh, 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, fo; if not, adieu ;
And for my love, I pray you, wrong me not.
Anth. 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 Atrait ;
See to my house, left in the fearful guard
Of an unthrifty knave, and presently
I will be with you.
Anth. Hie thee, gentle Jeru.
This Hebrew will turn christian ; he
Bal. I like not fair terms, and a villain's mind.
Antb. 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, Neriffa, and her train. Flourish Cornets.
MOROCH I U S.
ISLIKE me not for my complexion,
The shadow'd livery of the burnilh'd fun,
To whom I am a neighbour, and near bred.
Bring me the fairest creature northward born,
Where Phebus' fire scarce thaws the isicles,
And let us make incifion for your love,
To prove whose blood is reddeft, his or mine.
I tell thee, lady, this aspect of mine
Hath fear'd the valiant; by my love, I swear,
The best regarded virgins of our clime
Have 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 chufing.
father had not scanted me,
And hedg'd 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 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,