From Tripolis, from Mexico, and England? Sale. Not one, my lord. Befides, it should appear, that if he had Jess. When I was with him, I have heard him fwear To Tubal and to Chus, his countrymen, It will go hard with poor Antonio. Por. Is it your dear friend that is thus in trouble? Bass. The dearest friend to me, the kindest man, The best condition'd and unweary'd spirit In doing courtefies; and one in whom The The ancient Roman honor more appears, Por. What fum owes he the Jew? Bass. For me, three thousand ducats. Por. What, no more? Pay him fix thoufand, and deface the bond! Shall lofe a hair through my Baffanio's fault.---- With an unquiet foul. You fhall have gold Bass. (Reads.) Sweet Baffanio, my ships have all. mifcarried, my creditors grow cruel, my eftate is very low, my bond to the Jew is forfeit; and fince, in paying it, it is impoffible I should live, all debts are cleared between you and me, if I might but fee you at my death: notwithstanding, use your pleafure: if your love do not perfuade you to come, let not my letter. Por. Por. O love, difpatch all bufinefs, and be gone. Bass. Since I have your good leave to go away, I will make hafte: but, 'till I come again, No bed shall e'er be guilty of my stay, Noreft beinterpofer 'twixt us twain. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. A Street in Venice. Enter SHYLOCK, SOLANIO, ANTONIO, Shy. GAOLER, look to him!----Tell not me of mercy!- This is the fool that lent out money gratis.---- Ant. Hear me yet, good Shylock. Shy. I'll have my bond; fpeak not against mỹ bond. Thou call'dft me dog, before thou hadft a caufe; The duke fhall grant me justice.----I do wonder, Ant. I pray thee, hear me fpeak. Shy. I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak : I'll have my bond; and therefore fpeak no more. To fhake the head, relent, and figh, and yield I'll have no speaking; I will have my bond. Exit SHY. Sola. It is the most impenetrable cur, That ever kept with men. Ant. Let him alone; I'll follow him no more with bootless prayers. Many that have at times made moan to me; Sola. I am fure, the duke Will never grant this forfeiture to hold. Ant. The duke cannot deny the course of law; For the commodity that strangers have With us in Venice, if it be deny'd, Will much impeach the juftice of the state. To fee me pay his debt, and then I care not! Exeunt. SCENE SCENE II. A Garden adjoining to Portia's House at Belmont. LORENZO and JESSICA difcovered. Lor. The moon fhines bright. In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kifs the trees, And they did make no noife, in fuch a night Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And figh'd his foul towards the Grecian tents, Where Creffid lay that night. Jess. In fuch a night, Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew, And faw the lion's fhadow ere himself, And ran difmay'd away. Lor. In fuch a night, Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild fea-banks, and wav'd her love To come again to Carthage. Jess. In fuch a night, Medea gather'd the enchanted herbs That did renew old Æfon. Lor. In fuch a night, Did Jeffica fteal from the wealthy Jew; |