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Anth. This was a venture, Sir, that Jacob ferv'd for; A thing not in his power to bring to pass, But sway'd, and fashion d, by the hand of heav'n. Was this inserted to make int'rest good ? Or is your gold and silver, ewes and rams?
Shy. I cannot tell; I make it breed as fast;
Anth. Mark you this, Bassanio ?
Shy. Three thousand ducats ! ’tis a good round fun. Three months from twelve, then let me see the rate.
Anth. Well, Shylock, shall we be beholden to you?
Shy. Signior Anthonio, many a time and oft
usances. Still have I borne it with a patient shrug ; (For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.) You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine; And all for use of that which is my own. Well then, it now appears, you
my help: Go to then ; you come to me, and you say, Shylock, we would have monies; you say so; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, And foot me, as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold: : money
your suit; What should I say to you? Thould I not say, Hath a dog money? Is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats ? Or, Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key, With bated breath, and whisp’ring humbleness, Say this,-Fair Sir, you spit on me last Wednesday, You spurn'd me such a day; another time You call’d me dog; and for these curtefies I'll lend you thus much monies?
Anth. I am as like to call thee so again, To.spit on thee again, to fpurn thee too. If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not
As to thy friend, (for when did friendship take
Shy. Why, how you storm ?
Anth. This were kindness.
Shy. This kindness will I show;
fair flesh, to be cut off and taken
Anth. Content, in faith; I'll seal to such a bond, And say, there is much kindness in the Jew,
Ball. You shall not seal to such a bond for me,
Anth. Why, fear not, man; I will not forfeit it;
Shy. O father Abraham, what these Christians are !
* Breed of metal, meoning money at usury, money that breeds more. Tbe old editions (iwo of them) bave it, A bribe of barren melal.
And for my love, I pray you, wrong me not.
Anth Yes, Shylock, I will seal unto this bond.
Shy. Then meet me forthwith at the notary's. Give him direction for this
[Exit, Anth. Hie thee gentle Jew. This Hebrew will turn Christian ; he
Bas I like not fair terms, and a villain's mind.
Anth. Come on, in this there can be no dismay ; My ships come home a month before the day. [Exeunt.
Belmont, Enter Morochius, a Tawny- Moor, all in white; and
three or four followers accordingly; with Portia,
Neriffa, and her train. Flourish cornets. Mor, INike me not for my complexion,
The shadow'd livery of the burnishid sun,
Por. In terms of choice I am not solely led
As any comer I have look'd on yet,
Mor. Ev'n for that I thank you ;
f'tercules and Lichas play at dice
Por. You must take your chance,
[Gornets. To make me bless’d, or cursed'st among men ! [Exeunt. SCENE II. Changes to Venice.
Enter Launcelot alone. Laun. Certainly my conscience will serve me to run from this Jew my master. The fiend is at mine elbow, and tempts me, faying to me, Gobbo, Launcelot Gobbo, good Launcelot, or good Gobbo, or good Launcelot Gobbo, use your legs, take the start, run away. My conscience says, No; take heed, honest Launcelot; take heed, honest Gobbo; or, as aforefaid, honest Latincelot Gobbo, do not run; scorn running with thy
heels. Well, the most courageous fiend bids me pack; Via! says the fiend ; Away! says the fiend; for the heav'ns rouse up a brave mind, says the fiend, and run. Well, my conscience, hanging about the neck of my heart, says' very wisely to me, My honest friend Launcelot, being an honest man's son, or rather an honcit woman's son (for indeed my father did something smack, something grow to; he had a kind of tafte ;)
well, my conicience says, Budge not; Budge, says the fiend; Budge not, says my conscience; Conscience, say I, you counsel ill; Fiend, say I you counfel ill. To be rul'd by my conscience, I should stay with the Jew. my master, who, God bless the mark, is a kind of devil; and to run away from the Jew, I should be ruled by the fiend, who, faving your reverence, is the devil himself. Certainly the Jew is the very devil incarnal ; and in my conscience, my conscience is but a kind of hard conscience, to offer to counsel me to stay with the Jew. The fiend gives the more friendly counfel ; I will
heels are at your commandment, I will run.
Enter old Gobbo, with a basket. Gob. Master young man, you, I pray you, which is the way to Malter Jew's ?
Laun. O heav'ns, this is my true-begotten father, who being more than land-blind, high-gravel-blind, knows me not; I will try confufions with him. Gob, Master
Gentleman, I pray you, whicle way to Maiter Jew's ? Laun. Turn up, on your right-hand at the next turning, but, at the next turning of all, on your left; marry, at the very next turning turn of no hand, but turn down indirectly to the Jewis bouse.
Gob. By God's fonties, 'twill be a hard way to hit: can you tell me whether one Launcelot, that dwells with him, dwell with him or no ?
Laun. Talk you of young Master Launcelot? (inark me now, now will I raise the waters); talk you of young Master Launcelot? · Gob. No, Master, Sir, but a poor man's son. His