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Of the defendant; and thou hast incurr'd
The danger formerly by me rehears'd.

Down, therefore, and beg mercy of the Duke.

Gra. Beg, that thou may't have leave to hang thyself;
And yet, thy wealth being forfeit to the state,
Thou haft not left the value of a cord;

Therefore thou must be hang'd at the state's charge.
Duke. That thou may't fee the diff'rence of our fpirit,
I pardon thee thy life before thou afk it:

For half thy wealth, it is Anthonio's ;
The other half comes to the general state,
Which humbleness may drive unto a fine.

Por. Ay, for the state; not for Anthonio.
Shy. Nay, take my life and all: pardon not that,
You take my houfe, when you do take the prop
That doth fuftain my houfe: you take my life,
When do you take the means whereby I live.

Por. What mercy can you render him Anthonio?
Gra. A halter gratis; nothing elfe, for God's fake.
Anth. So pleafe my lord the Duke, and all the Court,
To quit the fine for one half of his goods,

I am content; fo he will let me have

The other half in ufe, to render it
Upon his death unto the gentleman,
That lately ftole his daughter.

Two things provided more, that for this favour
He prefently become a chriftian;

The other, that he do record a Gift

Here in the Court, of all he dies poffefs'd,

Unto his fon Lorenzo and his daughter.

Duke. He fhall do this, or else I do recant

The pardon that I late pronounced here.

Por. Art thou contented, Jew, what doft thou fay? Shy. I am content.

Por. Clerk, draw a Deed of gift.

Shy. I pray you, give me leave to go from hence; I am not well; fend the Deed after me,

And I will fign it.

Duke. Get thee gone, but do it.

Gra. In chrift ning thou fhalt have two godfathers.

Had

Had I been judge, thou should't have had ten more, (18) To bring thee to the gallows, not the font.

[Exit Shylock. Duke. Sir, I intreat you home with me to dinner. Por. I humbly do defire your Grace of pardon; I must away this night to Padua,

And it is meet, I presently set forth.

Duke. I'm forry, that your leisure serves you not. Anthonio, gratify this gentleman;

For, in

my mind you are much bound to him. [Exit Duke and his train. Ba Moft worthy gentleman! I and my friend Have by your wifdom been this day acquitted Of grievous penalties; in lieu whereof,

Three thousand ducats, due unto the Jew,
We freely cope your courteous pains withal.
Anth. And ftand indebted, over and above,
In love and fervice to you evermore.

Por. He is well paid; that is well fatisfy'd,
And I, delivering you, am fatisfy'd;
And therein do account myfelf well paid;
My mind was never yet more mercenary.
I pray you, know me, when we meet again;
I wish you well, and fo I take my leave.

Baff. Dear Sir, of force I must attempt you further.
Take fome remembrance of us, for a tribute,
Not as a fee: grant me two things, I pray you,
Not to deny me, and to pardon me.

your

Par. You prefs me far, and therefore I will yield.
Give me your gloves, I'll wear them for
fake;
And, for your love, I'll take this ring from you.
Do not draw back your hand, I'll take no more;
And you in love fall not deny me this.

Baff. This ring, good Sir, alas, it is a trifle;
I will not fhame myfelf to give you this.
Por. I will have nothing elfe but only this,
And now, methinks, I have a mind to it.

(18) - -thou should have had ten more,] i. e. a Jury of Twelve fen, to condemn thee to be hang`d.

Baf

Baff. There's more depends on this, than is the value. The dearest ring in Venice will I give you,

And find it out by proclamation;

Only for this, I pray you, pardon me.

Por. I fee, Sir, you are liberal in offers ;
You taught me firft to beg, and now, methinks,
You teach me how a beggar fhould be anfwer d.

Baff. Good Sir, this ring was giv'n me by my wife.
And, when the put it on, the made me vow,
That I should neither fell, nor give, nor lofe it.

Por. That 'fcufe ferves many men to fave their gifts And if your wife be not a mad woman,

And know how well I have deferv'd the ring,
She would not hold out enmity for ever,
For giving it to me. Well, peace be with you!
[Exit with Neriffa.
Anth. My lord Baffanio, let him have the ring.
Let his defervings, and my love withal,
Be valu'd 'gainst your wife's commandement.
Baff. Go, Gratiano, run and overtake him,
Give him the ring; and bring him, if thou can'ft,
Unto Anthonio's houfe: away, make hasle.
Come, you and I will thither presently;
And in the morning early will we both
Fly toward Belmont; come, Anthonio.

Re-enter Portia and Neriffa.

[Exit Gra.

[Exeunt.

Por. Enquire the Jew's houfe out, give him this Deed, And let him fign it; we'll away to-night,

And be a day before our husbands home:
This Deed will be well welcome to Lorenzo.

Enter Gratiano.

Gra. Fair Sir, you are well o'erta'en:
My lord Bafanio, upon more advice,

Hath fent you here this ring, and doth intreat
Your company at dinner.

Por. That cannot be.

This ring I do accept most thankfully,

And fo, I pray you, tell him; furthermore,

I pray you, fhew my Youth old Shylock's Houle.
Gra. That will I do.

Ner. Sir, I would speak with you.

I'll fee if I can get my husband's ring:

Which I did make him fwear to keep for ever.

[To Pro.

Por. Thou may'ft, I warrant. We shall have old swearing, That they did give the rings away to men; But we'll out-face them, and out-fwear them too; Away, make hafte, thou know'ft where I will tarry. Ner. Come, good, Sir, will you shew me to this house? [Exeunt.

A CT V.

SCENE, Belmont. A Grove, or green Place, before Portia's House.

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Enter Lorenzo and Jeffica.

LORENZO.

HE moon fhines bright: In fuch a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kifs the trees, And they did make no noife; in fuch a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan wall; And figh'd his foul towards the Grecian tents, Where Creid lay that night.

Jef. In fuch a night,

Did Thisbe fearfully o'er-trip the dew;

And faw the lion's fhadow ere himself,

And ran difmayed away.

Lor. In fuch a night,

Stood Dido with a willow in her hand

Upon the wild fea-banks, and wav'd her love

To come again to Carthage.

Jel.

Jef. In fuch a night,

Medea gather'd the enchanted herbs,

That did renew old Æfon.

Lor. In fuch a night,

Did Jeffica fteal from the wealthy Jew,

And with an unthrift love did run from Venice,
As far as Belmont.

Jef. And in fuch a night,

Did young Lorenzo swear, he lov'd her well;
Stealing her foul with many vows of faith,
And ne'er a true one.

Lor. And in fuch a night,

Did pretty Jeffica, (like a little fhrew)
Slander her love, and he forgave it her.

Jef. I would out-night you, did no body come:
But hark, I hear the footing of a man.

Enter Stephano.

Lor. Who comes fo faft, in filence of the night?
Mef. A friend.

Lor. What friend? your name, I pray you, friend ? Mef. Stephano is my name, and I bring word, My miftrefs will before the break of day

Be here at Belmont: fhe doth ftray about

By holy Croffes, where the kneels, and prays,
For happy wedlock hours.

Lor. Who comes with her?

Mef. None, but a holy hermit, and her maid.

I pray you, is my mafter yet return'd ?

Lor. He is not, nor have we yet heard from him ;

But go we in, I pray thee, Jeffica,

And ceremoniously let us prepare

Some welcome for the miitrefs of the house.

Enter Launcelot.

Laun. Sola, fola, wo ha, ho, fola, fola!

Lor. Who calls?

Laun. Sola! did you fee mafter Lorenzo and mistress Lorenzo? fola, fola !

Lar. Leave hollowing, man: here.

Laun.

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