Was this inserted to make interest good; Ant. Mark you this, Bassanio, The devil can cite scripture for his purpose. round sum. 'tis a good Three months from twelve, then let me see the ་ rate. Ant. Well, Shylock, shall we be beholden to you? Shy. Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, In the Rialto you have rated me About my monies, and my usances: Still have I bofne it with a patient shrug; And all for use of that which is mine own. A cur can lend three thousand ducats? or Fair Sir, you spit on me on wednesday last; You spurn'd me such a day; another time You call'd me dog; and for these courtesies I'll lend you thus much monies. Ant. I am as like to call thee so again, To spit on thee again, to spurn thee too. If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not As to thy friends; (for when did friendship take A breed for barren metal of his friend?) But lend it rather to thine enemy; Who if he break, thou may'st with better face Exact the penalty. Shy. Why, look you, how you storm! 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 usance for my mouies, and you'll not hear me: This is kind I offer. Ant. This were kindness. Shy. This kindness will I show: - Go with me to a notary, seal me there Of your fair flesh, to be cut off and taken In what part of your body pleaseth me. Ant. Content, in faith; l'll seal to such a bond, And say, there is much kindness in the Jew. Bass. You shall not seal to for me, I'll rather dwell in my necessity. such a bond Ant. 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. are; Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect. A pound of man's flesh: taken from a man, And, for my love, I pray you, wrong me not. I will be with you. Ant. Hie thee, gentle Jew. [Exit. This Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind. Bass. I like not fair terms, and a villain's mind. Ant. Come on; in this there can be no dismay, My ships come home a month before the day. A CT II. SCENE I. Belmont. A Room in Portia's House. Flourish of Cornets. Enter the Prince of Morocco, and his train; PORTIA, NERISSA, and other of her Attendants, Mor. Mislike me not for my complexion, To prove whose blood is reddest, his, or mine. Hath fear'd the valiant; by my love, I swear, Have lov'd it too; I would not change this hue, Bars me the right of voluntary choosing: And hedg'd me by his wit, to yield myself As any comer I have look'd on yet, Mor. Even for that I thank you; Therefore, I pray you, lead me to the caskets, That slew the Sophy, and a Persian Prince, I would out-stare the sternest eyes that look, Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey, And so may I, blind fortune leading me, . Por. You must take our chance; And either not attempt to choose at all. wrong, Never to speak to lady afterward if you choose In way of marriage; therefore be advis'd. Mor. Nor will not; come, bring me unto my chance. Por. First, forward to the temple; after dinner Your hazard shall be made. Mor. Good fortune then! [Cornets. To make me bless't, or cursed'st among men. [Exeunt. |