Methought, you said, you neither lend nor borrow
Upon advantage.

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 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 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 peel'd me certain wands;
And, in the doing of the deed of kind,
He ftuck them up before the fulfome 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 bleffing, if men steal it not.

Anth. This was a venture, Sir, that Jacob ferv'd for ;.
A thing, not in his power to bring to pass,
But fway'd, and fashion'd, by the hand of heav'n.
Was this inferted to make int'reft good?
Or is your gold, and filver, ewes and rams?
Shy. I cannot tell; I make it breed as faft
But note me, Signior.

Anth. Mark you this, Baffanio?

The devil can cite fcripture 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 outfide's falfhood hath!

;

Shy. Three thoufand ducats! 'tis a good round fum. Three months from twelve, then let me fee the rate.

VOL. II.

K

Anth.

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Anth. 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 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 spit upon my Jewish gaberdine;
And all for ufe 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 rheum upon my beard,
And foot me, as you spurn a ftranger cur

Over

threshold: money
your
is your fuit;
What fhould I fay to you? fhould I not say,
Hath a dog money? is it poffible,

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,

Say this, fair Sir, you spit on me last Wednesday,

You spurn'd me fuch 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 spurn thee too.
If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not

As to thy friend, (for when did friendship take
A breed of barren metal of his friend?)

But lend it rather to thine enemy;

Who, if he break, thou may'ft with better face
Exact the penalty.

Shy. Why, how you ftorm?

I would be friends with you, and have your love; Forget the fhames that you have ftain'd me with; Supply your prefent wants, and take no doit

Of ufance for my monies, and you'll not hear me : This is kind I offer.

Anth.

Anth. This were kindness.

Shy. This kindness will I fhow;

Go with me to a Notary, feal me there
Your fingle bond; and in a merry sport,
If you repay me not on such a day,
In fuch a place, fuch fum, or sums, as are
Exprefs'd in the condition, let the forfeit
Be nominated for an equal pound

Of 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 feal to fuch a bond, And, fay there is much kindness in the Jew.

Baff. You shall not seal to such a bond for me, I'll rather dwell in my neceffity.

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.

Shy. O father Abraham, what these chriftians are!
Whofe own hard dealings teach them to fufpect
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 flesh, taken from a man,
Is not fo eftimable or profitable,

As flesh of muttons, beefs, or goats. I fay,
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 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 ftrait;
See to my houfe, left in the fearless guard
Of an unthrifty knave, and presently

I will be with you.

Anth. Hie thee, gentle Jew.

This Hebrew will turn chriftian; he grows kind.

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[Exit.

Baff

Baff. 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. [Éxe.

АСТ II.

SCENE I.

BELMON T.

Enter Morochius, a Tawny-Moor, all in white; and three or four Followers accordingly; with Portia, Nerissa, and her train. Flourish Cornets.

MOROCHIUS.

ISLIKE me not for my complexion,
The fhadow'd livery of the burnish'd fun,
To whom I am a neighbour, and near bred.
Bring me the faireft creature northward born,
Where Phabus' fire fcarce thaws the ificles,
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 fwear,
The best regarded virgins of our clime

Have lov'd it too: I would not change this hue,
Except to fteal your thoughts, my gentle Queen.
Por. In terms of choice I am not folely led
By nice direction of a maiden's eyes:
Befides, the lottery of my deftiny

Bars me the right of voluntary chufing.
But if father had not scanted me,

my

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;

There

Therefore, I pray you, lead me to the caskets
To try my fortune. By this fcimitar,
That flew the Sophy and a Perfian Prince,
That won three fields of Sultan Solymon,
I would out-ftare the fterneft eyes that look,
Out-brave the heart moft daring on the earth,
Pluck the young fucking cubs from the fhe-bear,
Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey,
To win thee, lady. But, alas the while!
If Hercules and Lichas play at dice

Which is the better man, the greater throw
May turn by fortune from the weaker hand:
So is Alcides beaten by his page;

And so may I, blind fortune leading me,
Mifs that, which one unworthier may attain;
And die with grieving.

Por. You must take your chance,

And either not attempt to chuse at all,

Or fwear, before you chufe, if you chufe wrong,
Never to speak to lady afterward

In way of marriage; therefore be advis'd.

Mor. Nor will not; therefore, bring me to my chance.

Por. First, forward to the temple; after dinner Your hazard fhall be made.

Mor. Good fortune then,

[Cornets.

To make me bleft, or cursed'ft among men! [Exeunt.

Laun.

CE

ERTAINLY, my confcience will ferve me to run from this Jew my master. The fiend is at mine elbow, and tempts me, faying to me, Gobbo, Launcelot Gobbo, good Launcelot, or good Gobbo, or good Launcelot Gobbo, ufe your legs, take the start,