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So keen and greedy to confound a man :
[Retires back. Por. (c.) Is it your dear friend that is thus in trouble?
Bass. The dearest friend to me, the kindest man,
Por. What sum owes he the Jew ?
Por. What, no more ?
Bass. [Reads.] Sweet Bassanio, my ships have all miscarried, my creditors grow cruel, my estate is very low, my bond to the Jew is forfeit ; and since, in paying it, it is impossible I should live, all debts are cleared letween you and me. If I might but see you at my death ; notwithstanding, use your pleasure, if your love do not persuade you to come, let not my letter.”
Por. O love, despatch all business, and be gone.
I will make haste; but, 'till I come again,
SCENE III.-A Street in Venice.
Enter SHYLOCK, ANTONIO, SALARINO, and the Gaoler, L.
Shy. (c.) Gaoler, look to him ;--tell not me of mercy;
Ant. (c.) Hear me yet, good Shylock.
Ant. I pray thee, hear me speak.
Sal. (L. C.) It is the most impenetrable cur
Ant. Let him alone;
Sal. I am sure, the duke
Ant. The duke cannot deny the course of law,
SCENE IV.--Portia's House at Belmont.
Por. (c.) I never did repent me doing good,
Lor. Madam, with all my heart;
Por. My people do already know my mind,
Lor. Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you.
Por. I thank you for your wish, and am well pleas'd To wish it back on you : fare you well, Jessica.
[Exeunt Jessica and Lorenzo, l. (R. C.) Now, Balthazar, [Balthazar advances, R. Às I have found thee honest, true, So let me find thee still : take this same letter, And use thou all the endeavour of a man In speed to Padua : see thou render this
Irto my cousin's hand, Doctor Bellario :
Bal. Madam, I go with all convenient speed. [Exit R.
Ner. Shall they see us ?
Por. They shall, Nerissa ; But come, I'll tell thee all my whole device When I am in my coach, which stays for us At the park gate : and therefore haste away, For we must measure twenty miles to-day. (Exeunt, L.
SCENE V.-The Garden at Belmont.
Enter Jessica and LAUNCELOT, L. Laun. (L. C.) Yes, truly : for look you, the sins of the father are to be laid upon the children; therefore, I promise you, I fear you. I was always plain with you, and so now I speak my agitation of the matter :-therefore be of good cheer; for, truly, I think you are damned. There is but one hope in it that can do you any good ; and that is but a kind of bastard hope, neither.
Jes. (c.) And what hope is that, I pray thee ?
Laun. Marry, you may partly hope that your father got you not, that you are not the Jew's daughter.
Jes. That were a kind of bastard hope, indeed ; so the sins of my mother should be visited upon me.
Laun. Truly then, I fear you are damn'd both by father and mother : thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother: well, you are gone both ways.
Jes. I shall be saved by my husband; he hath made me a Christian.
Laun. Truly, the more to blame he: we were Christians enough before : e'en as many as could well live one by another. This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs; if we grow all to be pork-eaters, we shall not shortly have a rasher on the coals for money
Jes. (R.) I'll tell my husband, Launcelot, what you say; here he comes.
Enter LORENZO, R. Lor. I shall grow jealous of you shortly, Launcelot, if you thus get my wife into corners.
Jes. Nay, you need not fear us, Lorenzo; Launcelot and I are out: he tells me flatly, there is no mercy for me in heaven, because I am a Jew's daughter.
Lor. (c.) Go in, sirrah; bid them prepare for dinner. Laun. (Ř.c.) That is done, sir; they have all stomachs.
Lor. Goodly lord, what a wit-snapper are you ! then bid them prepare dinner.
Laun. That is done too, sir; only cover is the word.
Lor. Yet more quarrelling with occasion! wilt thou show the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant ? I pray thee, understand a plain man in his plain meaning; go to thy fellows; bid them cover the table, serve in the meat, and we will come in to dinner.
Laun. (R.) For the table, sir, it shall be served in; for the meat, sir, it shall be covered ; for your coming in to dinner, sir, why let it be as humours and conceits shall govern.
[Exit. R. Lor. O dear discretion, how his words are suited ! The fool hath planted in his memory An army of good words: and I do know A many fools, that stand in better place, Garnish'd like him, that for a tricksy word Defy the matter. How cheer'st thou, Jessica ? And now, good sweet, say thy opinion, How dost thou like the lord Bassanio's wife?
Jes. Past all expressing.
Lor. Even such a husband
Jes. Nay, but ask my opinion too of that.
DL'ET. LORENZO and JESSICA.
You waste your idle hours, fond youth ;
That out of sight were out of mind.
Affect no coy nor jealous fear;