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Shy. Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, In the Rialto you have rated me About my monies, and my 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 mine own. Well then, it now appears, you need 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; monies is your suit. What should I say to you? Should 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 whispering humbleness, Say this, Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last; You spurn'd me such a day; another time You call d me-dog; and for these courtesies I'll lend you thus much monies.
Ant. I am as like to call thee so again, To spit on thee again, to spurn thee too. If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not As to thy friends; (for when did friendship take A breed for barren metal of his friend "S?) But lend it rather to thine enemy;
Who if he break, thou may'st with better face
Why look you, how you storm!
Ant. This were kindness.
This kindness will I show:-
Ant. Content, in faith; I'll seal to such a bond, And say, there is much kindness in the Jew.
Bass. You shall not seal to such a bond for me, I'll rather dwell in my necessity "6.
Ant. Why, fear not, man; I will not forfeit it; Within these two months, that's a month before This bond expires, I do expect return Of thrice three times the value of this bond.
Shy. O father Abraham, what these Christians are; Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect The thoughts of others! Pray you, tell me this; If he should break bis day, what should I gain
By the exaction of the forfeiture?
Ant. Yes, Shylock, I will seal unto this bond.
Shy. Then meet me forthwith at the notary's;
Hie thee, gentle Jew.
Bass. I like not fair terms, and a villain's mind.
Ant. Come on; in this there can be no dismay, My ships come home a month before the day.
ACT II. SCENE 1.
Belmont. A Room in Portia's House. Flourish of Cornets. Enter the Prince of Morocco,
and his Train; Portia, NeriSSA, and other of her attendants. Mor. Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun,
To whom I am a neighbour, and near bred.
Por. In terms of choice I am not solely led
Even for that I thank you; Therefore, I pray you, lead me to the caskets, To try my fortune. By this scimitar,That slew the sophy, and a Persian prince, That won three fields of Sultan Solyman,I would out-stare the sternest eyes that look, Out-brave the heart most daring on the earth, Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she bear, Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey, To win thee, lady: But, alas the while!