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mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my Shy. Nay, that's true, that's very true. Go, Tubal, bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; and fee me an officer: bespeak him a fortnight before. Í what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew will have the heart of him, if hc forfeit; for, were he eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, out of Venice, I can make what merchandise I will. affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with Go, Tubal, and meet me at our synagogue: go, good the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed Tubal; at our synagogue, Tubal.
(Exeunt. by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same
SCENE II.—Belmont. An Apartment in Portia's winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us,
House. do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us,
Enter Bassanio, Portia, GratiANO, Nerissa, and shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest,
their Attendants. we will resemble you in that.
If a Jew wrong a
Por. I pray you tarry: pause a day or two, Christian, what is his humility ? revenge. If a Chris- Before you hazard; for, in choosing wrong, tian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by I lose your company: therefore, forbear a while. Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you There's something tells me, (but it is not love,) teach me, I will execute; and it shall go hard but II would not lose
know yourself, will better the instruction.
Hate counsels not in such a quality.
But lest you should not understand me well, Serv. Gentlemen, my master Antonio is at his house, And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought, and desires to speak with you both.
I would detain you here some month or two, Salar. We have been up and down to seek him. Before you venture for me.
I could teach you, Salan. Here comes another of the tribe: a third How to choose right, but then I am forsworn; cannot be matched, unless the devil himself turn Jew. So will I never be : so may you miss me;
[Exeunt Salan. Salar. and Servant. But if you do, you'll make me wish a sin,
That I had been forsworn. Beshrew your eyes, Shy. How now, Tubal ? what news from Genoa ? They have o'er-look'd me, and divided me; hast thou found my daughter?
One half of me is yours, the other half yours,— Tub. I often came where I did hear of her, but Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, cannot find her.
And so all yours! O! these naughty times Shy. Why there, there, there, there! a diamond Put bars between the owners and their rights; gone, cost me two thousand ducats in Frankfort. The And so, though yours, not yours.—Prove it so, curse never fell upon our nation till now; I never felt Let fortune go to hell for it,—not I. it till now :-two thousand ducats in that; and other I speak too long; but 'tis to pause the time, precious, precious jewels.— I would, my daughter were To eke it, and to draw it out in length, dead at my foot, and the jewels in her ear! would she To stay you from election. were hearsed at my foot, and the ducats in her coffin ! Bass.
Let me choose; No news of them ?- Why, so;—and I know not what's For, as I am, I live upon the rack. spent in the search: Why then-loss upon loss! the Por. Upon the rack, Bassanio? then confess thief gone with so much, and so much to find the What treason there is mingled with your love. thief, and no satisfaction, no revenge; nor no ill luck Bass. None, but that ugly treason of mistrust, stirring, but what lights o' my shoulders; no sighs, Which makes me fear th' enjoying of my love. but o' my breathing; no tears, but o' my shedding. There may as well be amity and life
Tub. Yes, other men have ill luck too. Antonio, 'Tween snow and fire, as treason and my love. as I heard in Genoa,
Por. Ay, but, I fear, you speak upon the rack, Shy. What, what, what? ill luck, ill luck ?
Where men enforced do speak any thing. Tub. - hath an argosy cast away, coming from Bass. Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth. Tripolis.
Por. Well then, confess, and live. Shy. I thank God! I thank God! Is it true? is it Bass.
Confess, and love, true ?
Had been the very sum of my confession. Tub. I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped 0, happy torment, when my torturer the wreck.
Doth teach me answers for deliverance ! Shy. I thank thee, good Tubal.-Good news, good But let me to my fortune and the caskets. news! ha! ha! - Where? in Genoa ?
[Curtains drawn aside. Tub. Your daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, Por. Away then. I am lock'd in one of them: one night, fourscore ducats.
If you do love me, you will find me out.Shy. Thou stick’st a dagger in me. I shall never Nerissa, and the rest, stand all aloof. see my gold again. Fourscore ducats at a sitting ? Let music sound, while he doth make his choice; fourscore ducats !
Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end, Tub. There came divers of Antonio's creditors in Fading in music: that the comparison my company to Venice, that swear he cannot choose May stand more proper, my eye shall be the stream, but break.
And watery death-bed for him. He may win, Shy. I am very glad of it. I'll plague him ; I'll And what is music then? then music is torture him: I am glad of it.
Even as the fourish when true subjects bow Tub. One of them showed me a ring, that he had To a new-crowned monarch: such it is, of your daughter for a monkey.
As are those dulcet sounds in break of day, Shy. Out upon her! Thou tor:urest me, Tubal: it That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's ear, was my torquoise; I had it of Leah, when I was a And summon him to marriage. Now he goes, bachelor: I would not have given it for a wilderness With no less presence, but with much more love, of monkeys.
Than young Alcides, when he did redeem Tub. But Antonio is certainly undone.
The virgin tribute paid by howling Troy
To the sea-monster: I stand for sacrifice,
Faster than gnats in cobwebs; but her eyes ! The rest aloof are the Dardanian wives,
How could he see to do them? having made one, | With bleared visages, come forth to view
Methinks, it should have power to steal both his, The issue of th' exploit. Go, Hercules !
And leave itself unfinish'd: yet look, how far Lire thou, I live :-with much, much more dismay The substance of my praise doth wrong this shadow I view the fight, than thou that mak'st the fray. In underprizing it, so far this shadow A Song, the whilst Bassanio comments on the caskets
Doth limp behind the substance.—Here's the scroll, to himself.
The continent and summary of my fortune.
“ You that choose not by the view,
Chance as fair, and choose as true!
Since this fortune falls to you,
Be content, and seek no new.
If you be well pleas'd with this,
And hold your fortune for your bliss,
Turn you where your lady is,
And claim her with a loving kiss."
A gentle scroll.— Fair lady, by your leave;
I come by note, to give, and to receive. (Kissing her.
Like one of two contending in a prize,
Hearing applause, and universal shout,
Giddy in spirit, still gazing, in a doubt But, being season'd with a gracious voice,
Whether those peals of praise be his or no; Obscures the show of evil? In religion,
So, thrice fair lady, stand I, even so, What damned error, but some sober brow
As doubtful whether what I see be true, Will bless it, and approve it with a text,
Until confirm'd, sign’d, ratified by you. Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
Por. You see me, lord Bassanio, where I stand, There is no vice so simple, but assumes
Such as I am: though, for myself alone Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
I would not be ambitious in my wish, How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false To wish myself much better; yet for you As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
I would be trebled twenty times myself; The beards of Hercules, and frowning Mars,
A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times more rich, Who, inward search’d, have livers white as milk; That only to stand high in your account, And these assume but valour's excrement,
I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends,
Exceed account: but the full sum of me
Is an unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractis'd :
Happy in this, she is not yet so old So are those crisped snaky golden locks,
But she may learn; happier than this, Which make such wanton gambols with the wind, She is not bred so dull but she can learn; Cpon supposed fairness, often known
Happiest of all, in that her gentle spirit To be the dowry of a second head,
Commits itself to yours to be directed, The scull that bred them, in the sepulchre.
As from her lord, her governor, her king. Thus ornament is but the guiling shore
Myself, and what is mine, to you, and yours To a most dangerous sea, the beauteous scarf
Is now converted: but now I was the lord Veiling an Indian: beauty, in a word,
Of this fair mansion, master of my servants, The seeming truth which cunning times put on Queen o'er myself; and even now, but now, To entrap the wisest. Therefore, thou gaudy gold, This house, these servants, and this same myself, Hard food for Midas, I will none of thee.
Are yours, my lord. I give them with this ring, Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge Which when you part from, lose, or give away, Tween man and man: but thou, thou meagre lead, Let it presage the ruin of your love, Which rather threat'nest than dost promise aught, And be my vantage to exclaim on you.
[Giving it. Thy paleness moves me more than eloquence,
Bass. Madam, you have bereft me of all words:
And there is such confusion in my powers,
Among the buzzing pleased multitude;
Where every something, being blent together, I feel too much thy blessing; make it less,
Turns to a wild of nothing, save of joy, For fear I surfeit!
Express'd, and not express’d. But when this ring Bass. What find I here? (He opens the leaden casket. Parts from this finger, then parts life from hence : Fair Portia's counterfeit! What demi-god
0! then be bold to say, Bassanio's dead. Hath come so near creation ? Move these eyes ? Ner. My lord and lady, it is now our time, Or whether, riding on the balls of mine,
That have stood by, and seen our wishes prosper, Seem they in motion? Here are sever'd lips, To cry, good joy. Good joy, my lord, and lady! Parted with sugar breath ; so sweet a bar
Gra. My lord Bassanio, and my gentle lady, Should sunder such sweet friends. Here, in her hairs, I wish you all the joy that you can wish, The painter plays the spider, and hath woven For, I am sure, you can wish none from me; A golden mesh t' entrap the hearts of men,
And, when your honours mean to solemnize
The bargain of your faith, I do beseech you,
Ran in my veins—I was a gentleman : Even at that time I may be married too.
And then I told you true, and yet, dear lady, Bass. With all my heart
, so thou can't get a wife. Rating myself at nothing, you shall see Gra. I thank your lordship, you have got me one. How much I was a braggart. When I told you My eyes, my lord, can look as swift as yours : My state was nothing, I should then have told
you, You saw the mistress, I beheld the maid ;
That I was worse than nothing; for, indeed, You lov'd, I lov'd; for intermission
I have engag'd myself to a dear friend, No more pertains to me, my lord, than you.
Engag'd my friend to his mere enemy, Your fortune stood upon the caskets there,
To feed my means.
Here is a letter, lady; And so did mine too, as the matter falls;
The paper as the body of my friend, For wooing here, until I sweat again,
And every word in it a gaping wound, And swearing, till my very tongue was dry
Issuing life-blood.-But is it true, Salerio ? With oaths of love, at last, if promise last,
Have all his ventures fail'd ? What, not one hit? I got a promise of this fair one here,
From Tripolis, from Mexico, and England,
And not one vessel 'scap'd the dreadful touch
Of merchant-marring rocks?
Not one, my lord.
The present money to discharge the Jew, Bass. Our feast shall be much honour'd in your He would not take it. Never did I know marriage.
A creature, that did bear the shape of man, Gra. We'll play with them the first boy for a thou- So keen and greedy to confound a man. sand ducats.
He plies the duke at morning, and at night, Ner. What, and stake down?
And doth impeach the freedom of the state, Gra. No; we shall ne'er win at that sport, and if they deny him justice : twenty merchants, stake down.
The duke himself, and the magnificoes
But none can drive him from the envious plea
Jes. When I was with him I have heard him swear If that the youth of my new interest here
To Tubal and to Chus, his countrymen, Have power to bid you welcome.-By your leave That he would rather have Antonio's flesh, I bid my very friends and countrymen,
Than twenty times the value of the sum
That he did owe him; and I know, my lord,
If law, authority, and power deny not,
It will go hard with poor Antonio. Lor. I thank your honour.-For my part, my lord, Por. Is it your dear friend that is thus in trouble? My purpose was not to have seen you here,
Bass. The dearest friend to me, the kindest man, But meeting with Salerio by the way,
The best condition’d and unwearied'st spirit He did entreat me, past all saying nay,
doing courtesies; and one in whom To come with him along.
The ancient Roman honour more appears,
Than any that draws breath in Italy.
Por. What sum owes he the Jew? Commends him to you.
[Gives Bassanio a letter. Bass. For me, three thousand ducats. Bass.
What! no more? I pray you, tell me how my good friend doth. Pay him six thousand, and deface the bond :
Sale. Not sick, my lord, unless it be in mind; Double six thousand, and then treble that, Nor well, unless in mind : his letter there
Before a friend of this description
[Bassanio reads. Shall lose a hair through my Bassanio's fault.
With an unquiet soul. You shall have gold
To pay the petty debt twenty times over: Sale. I would you had won the fleece that he hath lost! When it is paid, bring your true friend along. Por. There are some shrewd contents in yon same My maid Nerissa and myself, mean time, paper,
Will live as maids and widows. Come, away! That steal the colour from Bassanio's cheek:
For you shall hence upon your wedding-day. Some dear friend dead, else nothing in the world Bid your friends welcome, show a merry cheer; Could turn so much the constitution
Since you are dear bought, I will love you dear.Of any constant man. What, worse and worse?- But let me hear the letter of your friend. With leave, Bassanio; I am half yourself,
Bass. [Reads.] “Sweet Bassanio, my ships have all And I must freely have the half of any thing miscarried, my creditors grow cruel, my estate is That this same paper brings you.
low, my bond to the Jew is forfeit; and since in Bass.
O sweet Portia !
paying it it is impossible I should live, all debts are Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words
cleared between you and I, if I might but see you at That ever blotted paper. Gentle lady,
my death. Notwithstanding, use your pleasure : if When I did first impart my love to you,
your love do not persuade you to come, let not my I freely told you, all the wealth I had
Por. O love! despatch all business, and begone. How little is the cost I have bestow'd,
I will make haste; but till I come again, From out the state of hellish cruelty !
This comes too near the praisir:g of myself, Nor rest be interposer 'twixt us twain. [Exeunt. Therefore, no more of it: hear other things.SCENE III.- Venice. A Street.
Lorenzo, I commit into your hands
The husbandry and manage of my house, Enter SHYLOCK, SALANIO, ANTONIO, and Jailor.
Until my lord's return : for mine own part, i Shy. Jailor, look to him: tell not me of mercy.
I have toward heaven breath'd a sacred vow This is the fool that lent out money gratis.
To live in prayer and contemplation, Jailor, look to him.
Only attended by Nerissa here,
Hear me yet, good Shylock. Until her husband and my lord's return.
Not to deny this imposition,
The which my love, and some necessity,
Madam, with all
heart: To come abroad with him at his
I shall obey you in all fair commands. 1 Ant. I pray thee, hear me speak.
Por. My people do already know my mind,
So fare you well, till we shall meet again.
Lor. Fair thoughts, and happy hours, attend on you! To Christian intercessors. Follow not;
Jes. I wish your ladyship all heart's content. 111 have no speaking : I will have my bond.
Por. I thank you for your wish, and am well-pleas'd
[Exit Shylock. To wish it back on you: fare you well, Jessica. Salan. It is the most impenetrable cur,
[Exeunt Jessica and Lorenzo. That ever kept with men.
As I have ever found thee honest, true,
So let me find thee still. Take this same letter, He seeks my life; his reason well I know.
And use thou all the endeavour of a man, I oft deliver'd from his forfeitures
In speed to Padua : see thou render this Many that have at times made moan to me;
Into my cousin's hand, doctor Bellario; Therefore he hates me.
And, look, what notes and garments he doth give thee, Salan. I am sure, the duke
Bring them, I pray thee, with imagin’d speed Will never grant this forfeiture to hold.
Unto the Tranect, to the common ferry Ant. The duke cannot deny the course of law; Which trades to Venice. Waste no time in words, For the commodity that strangers have
But get thee gone: I shall be there before thee. With us in Venice, if it be denied,
Balth. Madam, I go with all convenient speed. (Exit. Will much impeach the justice of the state;
Por. Come on, Nerissa: I have work in hand, Since that the trade and profit of the city
That you 'yet know not of. We'll see our husbands, Consisteth of all nations. Therefore, go:
Before they think of us. These griefs and losses have so 'bated me,
Shall they see us ? That I shall hardly spare a pound of flesh
Por. They shall, Nerissa: but in such a habit, To-morrow to my bloody creditor.
That they shall think we are accomplished Well, jailor, on.—Pray God, Bassanio come
With that we lack. I'll hold thee any wager, To see me pay his debt, and then I care not. [Exeunt. When we are both accoutred like young men, SCENE IV.-Belmont. A Room in Portia's House. I'll prove the prettier fellow of the two,
And wear my dagger with the braver grace ; Enter Portia, Nerissa, LORENZO, Jessica, and
And speak between the change of man and boy,
With a reed voice; and turn two mincing steps
Like a fine bragging youth; and tell quaint lies,
Which I denying, they fell sick and died; But, if you knew to whom you show this honour, I could not do withal :-then, I'll repent, How true a gentleman you send relief,
And wish, for all that, that I had not kill'd them. How dear a lover of my lord, your husband,
And twenty of these puny lies I'll tell, I know, you would be prouder of the work,
That men shall swear, I have discontinued school Than customary bounty can enforce you.
Above a twelvemonth. I have within my mind Por. I never did repent for doing good,
A thousand raw tricks of these bragging Jacks, Nor shall not now: for in companions
Which I will practise. That do converse and waste the time together,
Why, shall we turn to men? Whose souls do bear an equal yoke of love,
Por. Fie! what a question's that, There must be needs a like proportion
If thou wert near a lewd interpreter. Of lineaments, of manners, and of spirit;
But come: I'll tell thee all my whole device Which makes me think, that this Antonio,
When I am in my coach, which stays for us Being the bosom lover of my lord,
At the park gate; and therefore haste away, Must needs be like my lord. If it be so,
For we must measure twenty miles to-day. [Exeunt.
SCENE V.-The Same. A Garden.
and discourse grow commendable in none only but par
rots.—Go in, sirrah: bid them prepare for dinner. Enter LAUNCELOT and JESSICA.
Laun. That is done, sir; they have all stomachs. Laun. Yes, truly; for, look you, the sins of the father Lor. Goodly lord, what a wit-snapper are you! then, are to be laid upon the children; therefore, I promise bid them prepare dinner. you, I fear you. I was always plain with you,
Laun. That is done too, sir; only, cover is the word. now I speak my agitation of the matter : therefore, be Lor. Will you cover then, sir? of good cheer; for, truly, I think, you are damned. Laun. Not so, sir, neither; I know my duty. There is but one hope in it that can do you any good, Lor. Yet more quarrelling with occasion ? Wilt thou and that is but a kind of bastard hope neither. show the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant? I pray Jes. And what hope is that, I pray thee?
thee, understand a plain man in his plain meaning: go Laun. Marry, you may partly hope that your father to thy fellows, bid them cover the table, serve in the got you not; that you are not the Jew's daughter. meat, and we will come in to dinner.
Jes. That were a kind of bastard hope, indeed : so Laun. For the table, sir, it shall be served in; for the sins of my mother should be visited upon me. the meat, sir, it shall be covered; for your coming in
Laun. Truly, then, I fear you are damned both by to dinner, sir, why, let it be as humours and conceits father and mother: thus when I shun Scylla, your shall govern.
[Exit LAUNCELOT. father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother. Well, you Lor. O, dear discretion, how his words are suited! are gone both ways.
The fool hath planted in his memory Jes. I shall be saved by my husband; he hath made An army of good words; and I do know me a Christian.
A many fools, that stand in better place, Laun. Truly, the more to blame he: we were Chris- Garnish'd like him, that for a tricksy word tians enow before; e'en as many as could well live Defy the matter. How cheer'st thou, Jessica ? one by another. This making of Christians will raise And now, good sweet, say thy opinion; the price of hogs: if we grow all to be pork-eaters, we How dost thou like the lord Bassanio's wife? shall not shortly have a rasher on the coals for money. Jes. Past all expressing. It is very meet, Enter Lorenzo.
The lord Bassanio live an upright life, Jes. I'll tell my husband, Launcelot, what you say: For, having such a blessing in his lady, here he comes.
He finds the joys of heaven here on earth; Lor. I shall grow jealous of you shortly, Launcelot, And, if on earth he do not mean it, then, if you thus get my wife into corners.
In reason he should never come to heaven. Jes. Nay, you need not fear us, Lorenzo: Launcelot Why, if two gods should play some heavenly match, and I are out. He tells me flatly, there is no mercy for And on the wager lay two earthly women, me in heaven, because I am a Jew's daughter; and he And Portia one, there must be something else says, you are no good member of the commonwealth, Pawn’d with the other, for the poor rude world for in converting Jews to Christians you raise the price Hath not her fellow.
Even such a husband Lor. I shall answer that better to the commo
monwealth, Hast thou of me, as she is for a wife. than you can the getting up of the negro's belly: the Jes. Nay, but ask my opinion, too, of that. Moor is with child by you, Launcelot.
Lor. I will anon; first, let us go to dinner. Laun. It is much, that the Moor should be more Jes. Nay, let me praise you, while I have a stomach. than reason; but if she be less than an honest woman, Lor. No, pray thee, let it serve for table talk; she is, indeed, more than I took her for.
Then, howsoe'er thou speak'st, ʼmong other things Lor. How every fool can play upon the word ! I | I shall digest it. think, the best grace of wit will shortly turn into silence, Jes.
Well, I'll set you forth. [Exeunt.
Enter SHYLOCK. SCENE I.–Venice. A Court of Justice.
Duke. Make room, and let him stand before our face.Enter the Duke; the Magnificoes; Antonio, Bassanio, Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too, GRATIANO, SALARINO, SALAnio, and others.
That thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice Duke. What, is Antonio here?
To the last hour of act; and then, 'tis thonght, Ant. Ready, so please your grace.
Thou'lt show thy mercy and remorse, more strange Duke. I am sorry for thee: thou art come to answer Than is thy strange apparent cruelty; A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch
And where thou now exact'st the penalty, Uncapable of pity, void and empty
Which is a pound of this poor merchant's flesh,
Thou wilt not only lose the forfeiture,
But, touch'd with human gentleness and love,
Forgive a moiety of the principal ; His rigorous course; but since he stands obdurate, Glancing an eye of pity on his losses, And that no lawful means can carry me
That have of late so huddled on his back, Out of his envy's reach, I do oppose
Enow to press a royal merchant down, My patience to his fury, and am arm'd
And pluck commiseration of his state To suffer with a quietness of spirit,
From brassy bosoms, and rough hearts of flint, The very tyranny and rage of his.
From stubborn Turks and Tartars, never train'd Duke. Go one, and call the Jew into the court. To offices of tender courtesy. Salan. He's ready at the door. He comes, my lord. We all expect a gentle answer, Jew.