Enter Shylock. Duke. Make room, and let him stand before our face.— Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too, That thou but lead'ft this fashion of thy malice To the last hour of act; and then, 'tis thought, Thou❜lt fhew thy mercy, and remorse, more strange Than is thy ftrange apparent cruelty: d And, where thou now exact'ft the penalty, But touch'd with human gentleness and love, Glancing an eye of pity on his loffes, That have of late fo huddled on his back; From braffy bofoms, and rough hearts of flint, We all expect a gentle anfwer, Jew. h Shy. I have poffefs'd your grace of what I purpose; And by our holy Sabbath have I fworn, To have the due and forfeit of my bond: Upon your charter, and your city's freedom. d apparent]-affumed, feeming. Loje]-remit. h poffefs'd]-informed. where]-whereas. & buddled ]-crowded, fall'n fo thick. i anfer that :]-formally, and as a legal question. What What if my house be troubled with a rat, And I be pleas'd to give ten thousand ducats To have it ban'd? What are you anfwer'd yet? your Of what it likes, or loaths: Now, for Why he, a harmless neceffary cat; Why he, a woollen bag-pipe: but of force Muft yield to fuch inevitable shame, As to offend himself, being offended; So can I give no reason, nor I will not, anfwer: More than a lodg'd hate, and a certain loathing, A lofing fuit against him. Are you answer'd ? Baff. This is no answer, thou unfeeling man, To excufe the current of thy cruelty. Shy. I am not bound to please thee with my answers. *ban'd?]-poifon'd. 1 Cannot contain their urine for affection—because they are fo violently affected by the found. For affection, &c.-Sympathy, and antipathy fo govern our fenfations, as to force us to follow their impulfe. Masters of paffion fway &c.—whatever has the mastery over it makes it like, or loath at pleasure. Mafterlefs paffion fways us to the mood Of what it likes, or loaths."-The ruling paffion. Mafters our paffion. firm reafon to be render'd,]-fatisfactory account to be given. 1 woollen bag-pipe ;]-the bag covered with woollen cloth-fwollen, wawling, wooden. Baff. Every offence is not a hate at first. Shy. What, would'st thou have a serpent fting thee twice? I would not draw them, I would have my bond. Because you bought them :-Shall I say to you, queftion]-converse. Pufe queftion with]-examine, interrogate. Is Is dearly bought, is mine, and I will have it: There is no force in the decrees of Venice: I ftand for judgment: anfwér; fhall I have it? Whom I have fent for to determine this, Come here to-day. Sala. My lord, here stays without A meffenger with letters from the doctor, Duke. Bring us the letters; Call the messenger. Baff. Good cheer, Anthonio! What, man? courage yet! Enter Neriffa, drefs'd like a lawyer's clerk. 9 And for thy life let juftice be accus'd. a sharp envy.]-implacable hatred. L 4 Thou Thou almoft mak'st me waver in my faith, That fouls of animals infufe themselves Into the trunks of men: thy currifh fpirit Are wolfish, bloody, ftarv'd and ravenous. Shy. 'Till thou can'ft rail the feal from off my bond, Thou but offend'st thy lungs to speak fo loud: Repair thy wit, good youth, or it will fall To cureless ruin.-I ftand here for law. Duke. This letter from Bellario doth commend A young and learned doctor to our court:Where is he? Ner. He attendeth here hard by, To know your anfwer, whether you'll admit him. Your grace fhall understand, that, at the receipt of your letter, I am very fick: but at the inftant that your messenger came, in loving vifitation was with me a young doctor of Rome, his name is Balthafar: I acquainted him with the cause in controverfy between the few and Anthonio the merchant: we turn'd o'er many books together: he is furnish'd with my opinion; which, bettered with his own learning, (the greatnefs whereof I cannot enough commend) comes with him, at my importunity, to fill up your grace's request in my ftead. I befeech you, let his lack of years be no impediment to let him lack a reverend estimation; for I never knew fo young a body with fo old an bead. I leave him to your gracious acceptance, whose trial fhall better publish his commendation. Enter |