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Pawn'd with the other; for the poor rude world
Even such a husband
Jes. Nay, but ask my opinion too of that.
Lor. No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk ;
Well, I'll set you forth. [Exeunt.
SCENE I. Venice. A Court of Justice. Enter the Duke, the Magnificoes ; ANTONIO, BAS
SANIO, GRATIANO, SALARINO, SALANIO, and
Duke. I am sorry for thee; thou art come to
dram of mercy. Ant.
I have heard, Your grace hath ta’en great pains to qualify His rigorous course ; but since he stands obdurate, And that no lawful means can carry me Out of his envy's reach,' I do oppose My patience to his fury; and am arm'd To suffer, with a quietness of spirit, The very tyranny and rage of his. .
his envy's reach,] Envy in this place means hatred or Duke. Go one, and call the Jew into the court. Salan. He's ready at the door: he comes, my
Duke. Make room, and let him stand before our
face. Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too, That thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice To the last hour of act; and then, 'tis thought, Thou'lt show thy mercy, and remorse, more
you deny it, let the danger light
remorse,] i. e. pity.
where -] For whereas. VOL. III.
A weight of carrion flesh, than to receive
it is my humour; Is it answerd?
Are you answer'd ? Bass. This is no answer, thou unfeeling man, To excuse the current of thy cruelty. Shy. I am not bound to please thee with my an
swer. Bass. Do all men kill the things they do not love? Shy. Hates any man the thing
he would not kill? Bass. Every offence is not a hate at first. Shy. What, would'st thou have a serpent sting
thee twice? Ant. I pray you, think you question with the
Jew: You may as well
the beach, And bid the main flood bate his usual height;
you question - ] To question is to converse.
You may as well use question with the wolf,
wag their high tops, and to make no noise,
, Make no more offers, use no further means, But, with all brief and plain conveniency, Let me have judgment, and the Jew his will.
Bass. For thy three thousand ducats here is six. Shy. If every ducat in six thousand ducats Were in six parts, and every part a ducat, I would not draw them, I would have my
bond. Duke. How shalt thou hope for mercy, rend'ring
none ? Shy. What judgment shall I dread, doing no
wrong? You have among you many a purchas'd slave, Which, like your asses, and your dogs, and mules, You use in abject and in slavish parts, Because you bought them :-Shall I say to you, Let them be free, marry them to your heirs? Why sweat they under burdens ? let their beds Be made as soft as yours, and let their palates Be season'd with such viands? You will answer, The slaves are ours : So do I answer you; The pound of flesh, which I demand of him, Is dearly bought, is mine, and I will have it: If you deny me, fye upon your law! There is no force in the decrees of Venice :
- many a purchas'd slave,] This argument, considered as used to the particular persons, seems conclusive. I see not how Venetians or Englishmen, while they practise the purchase and sale of slaves, can much enforce or demand the law of doing to others as we would that they should do to us. Johnson.
I stand for judgment : answer; shall I have it?
Duke. Upon my power, I may dismiss this court,
My lord, here stays without
Duke. Bring us the letters ; Call the messenger.
rage yet! The Jew shall have my flesh, blood, bones, and all, Ere thou shalt lose for me one drop of blood.
Ant. I am a tainted wether of the flock, Meetest for death; the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground, and so let me: You cannot better be employ’d, Bassanio, Than to live still, and write mine epitaph.
Enter Nerissa, dressed like a lawyer's clerk. Duke. Came you from Padua, from Bellario? Ner. From both, my lord : Bellario greets your grace.
[Presents a letter. Bass. Why dost thou whet thy knife so earnestly? Shy. To cut the forfeiture from that bankrupt
there. Gra. Not on thy sole, but on thy soul, harsh
Jew, Thou mak’st thy knife keen: but no metal can, No, not the hangman's ax, bear half the keenness Of thy sharp envy.
Can no prayers pierce thee? Shy. No, none that thou hast wit enough to