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Shy. I'll have my bond; speak not against my bond: I've sworn an oath, that I will have my
Anth. I pray thee, hear me speak.
Shy. I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak : I'll have my bond; and therefore speak no more; I'll not be made a soft and dull-ey'd fool, To shake the head, relent, and sigh and yield To christian intercessors. Follow not; I'll have no speaking; I will have my bond.
(Exit Shylock. Sola. It is the most impenetrable cur, That ever kept with men.
Anth. Let him alone,...,
Sola. I am sure, the Duke
Anth. * The Duke cannot deny the course of law;
Therefore go, * The Duke cannot deny, &c.---]As the Reafon here given seems a little perplexed, it may be proper to explain it. If, says he, the Duke stop the Course of Law it will be attended with this Inconvenience, that stranger Merchants, by whom the Wealth and Power of this City is supported, will cry out of Injustice. For the known stated Law being their Guide and Security, they will never bear to have the Current of it stoped on any Pretence of Equity whatsoever.
These griefs and losses have so 'bated me,
S CE N E V.
Changes to BELMONT. Enter Portia, Neriffa, Lorenzo, Jessica, and Balthazar. Lor. ADAM, although I speak it in your
You have a noble and a true conceit
Por. I never did repent of doing good,
If it be fo,
hands The husbandry and manage of my house, Until
my lord's return. For mine own part,
I have tow'rd heav'n breath'd a secret vow,
I do desire you,
Lor. Madam, with all my heart;
Por. My people do already know my mind,
Lor. Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you!
[Exeunt Jessica and Lorenzo. Now, Balthazar, As I have ever found thee honest, true, So let me find thee ftill: take this same letter, And use thou all th' endeavour of a man, In speed to Padua ; see thou render this Into my
cousin's hand, Doctor Bellario; And look what notes and garments he doth give thee, Bring them, I pray thee, with imagin'd speed Unto the Traject, to the common ferry Which trades to Venice: waste no time in words, But get thee gone;
I shall be there before thee. Bal. Madam, I go with all convenient speed. (Exit.
Por. Come on, Neriffa; I have work in hand, That you yet know not of: we'll see our husbands, Before they think of us.
Ner. Shall they fee us?
That they shall think we are accomplished
prove the prettier fellow of the two,
Ner. Shall we turn to men?
Por. Fie, what a question's that,
whole device When I am in my coach, which stays for us At the park-gate; and therefore halte away, For we must measure twenty miles to day.' (Exeunt.
Enter Launcelot and Jessica. Laun. E S, truly: for look you, the sins of the father are to be laid
the children; therefore, I promise you, I fear you. I was always plain with you; and so now I speak my agitation of the matter: therefore be of good cheer; for truly, I think, you are damn'd: there is but one hope in it that can do you any good, and that is but a kind of bastard hope neither.
Jef. And what hope is that, I pray thce ?
Laun. Marry, you may partly hope that your father got you not, that you are not the few's daughter.
Jes. That were a kind of bastard hope, indeed; so the sins of my mother should be visited upon me.
Laun. Truly, then, I fear, you are damn'd both by father and mother; thus when you shun Scylla, your father, you fall into Charybdis, your mother: well, you are gone both ways.
Jes. I shall be saved by my husband; he hath made me a christian.
Laun. Truly, the more to blame he; we were christians enough before, e'en as many as could well live one by another: this making of christians will raise the price of hogs; if we grow all to be porkeaters, we shall not shortly have a rasher on the coals .
Enter Lorenzo. Jej. I'll tell my husband, Launcelot, what you say: here he comes.
Lor. I shall grow jealous of you shortly, Launcelot, if
you thus get my wife into corners.
Jef. Nay, you need not fear us, Lorenzo; Launcelot and I are out; he tells me flatly, there is no mercy for me in heav'n, because I am a few's daughter: and he says, you are no good member of the commonwealth; for, in converting Fews to christians, you raise the price of pork.
Lor. I shall answer that better to the commonwealth, than you can the getting up of the negro's belly: the Moor is with child by you, Launcelot.
Laun. It is much, that the Moor should be more than reason: but if she be less than an honest woman, she is indeed more than I took her for.
Lor. How every fool can play upon the word! I think, the best grace of wit will shortly turn into Gilence, and discourse grow commendable in none