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Than is thy strange apparent cruelty.
And, where thou now exact'ft the penalty,
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;
Glancing an eye of pity on his losses,
That have of late so hudled on his back,
Enough to press a royal merchant down;
And pluck commiseration of his state
From braffy bosoms, and rough hearts of flint;
From stubborn Turks and Tartars, never train'd
To offices of tender courtefie.
We all expect a gentle answer, Jew.

Shy. I have poffess'd your Grace of what I purpose.
And by our holy Sabbath have I sworn,
To have the due and forfeit of


If you deny it, let the danger light
Upon your charter, and your city's freedom!
You'll ask me, why I rather chuse to have
A weight of carrion flesh, than to receive
Three thousand ducats? I'll not answer that.
But say, it is my humour; is it answer'd ?
What if my house be troubled with a rat,
And I be pleas’d to give ten thousand ducats
To have it baned? what, are you answer'd yet!
Some men there are, love not a gaping pig ;
Some, that are mad, if they behold a cat ;
And others, when the bag pipe sings i' th' nose,
Cannot contain their urine for affection. (15)


(15) Cannot contain their Vrine for Affection.

Mafterless passion (ways it to the Mood of what it likes, or loaths. ] Masterless Passion was first Mr. Rowe's Reading, (on what Authority, I am at a Lols to know ;) which Mr. Pope has fince copied. And tho'l have not difturb’d the Text, yet, I must observe, I don't know what Word there is to which this Relative (it, in the ad Line) is to be referr'd. The ingenious Dr. Thirlby, therefore, would thus adjust the Passage. VOL. II.


Masterless passion fways it to the mood
Of what it likes, or loaths. Now, for


answer :
As there is no firm reason to be render'd,
Why he cannot abide a gaping pig;
Why he, a harmless necessary cat ;
Why he, a woollen bag-pipe; but of force
Must yield to such inevitable shame,
As to offend, himself being offended ;
So can I give no reason, nor I will not,
More than a lodg'd hate and a certain loathing
I bear Anthonio, that I follow thus
A losing suit against him. Are you answer'd ?

Bal. This is no answer, thou unfeeling man,
T'excuse the current of thy cruelty.
Shy. I am not bound to please thee with my an-

swer. Baj. Do all men kill the thing they do not love ? Shy. Hates any

man the thing he would not kill ? Bal. Ev'ry offence is not a hate at first. Shy. What, would'At thou have a serpent fting thee

twice? Ant. I pray you, think, you question with a Jew. You may as well go

stand upon

the beach,
And bid the main flood 'bate his usual height.
You may as well use question with the wolf,
Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb.
You may as well forbid the mountain pines
To wag their high tops, and to make no noise,

Cannot contain their Vrine; for Affection,

* Master of Passion, Sways it &c. * Or, Mistress. And then it is govern'd of Passion : and the 2 old Quario's and Folio's read. Masters of Passion, &c.

It may be objected, that Affection and Passion are Synonomous Terms, and mean the same thing. I agree, they do at this time. But I observe, the Writers of our Author's Age made a sort of Diftin&ion: considering the one as the cause, the Other as the Effect. And then, in this place, Affe&tion will stand for that Sympathy or Antipathy of Soul, by which we are provok'd to thew a Liking or Disgust in the Working of our Passions,


When they are fretted with the gufts of heav'n.
You may as well do any thing moit hard,
As seek to soften that, (than which what's harder!)
His Jewish heart. Therefore, I do beseech you,
Make no more offers, use no farther means ;
But with all brief and plain conveniency
Let me have judgment, and the Jew his will.

Bal. For thy three thousand ducats here is fix.

Shy. If ev'ry ducat in fix thousand ducats
Were in fis parts, and ev'ry part a ducat,
I would not draw them, I would have


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 part,
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, 'tis mine, and I will have it.
If you deny me, fie upon your law !
There is no force in the decrees of Venice :
I stand for judgment; answer; shall I have it?

Duke. Upon my pow'r I may dismiss this Court,
Unless Bellario, a learned Doctor,
Whom I have sent for to determine this,
Come here to day.

Sal. My lord, here itays, without,
A messenger with letters from the Doctor,
New come from Padua.

Duke. Bring us the letters, call the messenger.
Bal. Good cheer, Anthonio ; what, man, courage

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 weather 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, Balanio, Than to live ftill, and write mine epitaph.

Enter Nerissa, dress'd like a Lawyer's Clerk. Duke. Came you from Padua, from Bellario? (16) Ner. From both, my lord : Bellario greets your

Baf. Why dost thou whet thy knife so earnestly?
Shy. To cut the forfeit from that bankrupt there.
Gra. Not on thy foale, but on thy soul, harsh

Jew, (17)
Thou mak'st thy knife keen; for 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 make.

Gra. O be thou damn'd, inexorable dog,
And for thy life let justice be accus'd!
Thou almoft mak’t me waver in my
To hold opinion with Pythagoras,
That souls of animals infuse themselves
Into the trunks of men. Thy currih spirit
Governd a wolf, who, hang'd for human slaughter,


(16) From both: my Lord Bellario greets your Grace.] Thus the two old Folio's, and Mr. Pope in his Quarto, had inaccu. rately pointed this Passage, by which a Doctor of Laws was at once rais’d to the Dignity of the Peerage.

(17) Not on thy Soale, but on thy Soul, hars Jew.) I was obliged, from the Authority of the old Folio's, to restore this Conceit, and Jingle upon two Words alike in Sound, but differing in Sense. Gratiano thus rates the Jew; “-Tho' thou " thinkest, that thou art whetting thy Knife on the Scale of • thy Shọc, yet it is upon thy Soul, thy immortal Part, that « thou do'st it, thou inexorable Mau!” There is no room to doubt, but this was our Author's Antithefis; as it is so ufual with him to play on Words in this manner; and That from the Mouth of his most serious Characters,


Ev'n from the gallows did his fell soul fleet,
And, whilst thou lay'st in thy unhallow'd dam,
Infus'd it self in thee: for thy desires
Are wolfish, bloody, stary'd, and ravenous.

Shy. 'Till thou canst rail the seal from off my bond,
Thou but offend'At thy lungs to speak so loud.
Repair thy wit, good youth, or it will fall
To cureless ruin. I stand 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 answer, whether you'll admit him.

Duke. With all my heart. Some three or four of you
Go give him courteous conduct to this place :
Mean time, the Court fhall hear Bellario's letter.

OUR Grace fall understand, that, at the re

ceipt of your letter, I am very fick : but at the inAtant that your messenger came, in loving visitation was with me a young Dottor of Rome, his Name is Balthafar: I acquainted him with the cause in controversie between the Jew and Anthonio the merchant. turn'd o'er many books together: he is furnished with my opinion, which, bettered with his own learn.. ing, the greatness whereof I cannot enough commend,) comes with him at my importunity, to fill up your Grace's request in my stead. I befeech you, let his lack of years be no impediment, to let him lack a reverend estimation : For I never knew so young a body with so old a head. I leave him to your gracious acceptance, whose trial shall better publish his com. mendation,

Enter Portia, dress'd like a Doctor of Laws.
Duke. You hear the learn'd Bellario, what he writes,
And here, I take it, is the Doctor come:
Give me your hand. Came you from old Bellario?

Por. I did, my lord.
Duke. You're welcome : take your place,


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