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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.
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!
If Hercules, and Lichas, play at dice
You must take your chance;
you Never to speak to lady afterward In way of marriage; therefore be advis'd. Mor. Nor will not; come, bring me unto my
chance. Por. First, forward to the temple; after dinner Your hazard shall be made. Mor.
Good fortune then! [Cornets. To make me bless'd, or cursed'st among men.
Venice. A Street.
Enter LAUNCELOT GOBBO 20. Laun. Certainly, my conscience will serve me to run from this Jew my master: The fiend is at mine elbow; and tempts me, saying to me, Gobbo, Launcelot Golbo, 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 Golbo; or, as aforesaid, honest Launcelot 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 heavens; 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 honest woman's son ;for, indeed, my father did something smack, something grow to, he had a kind of taste;-well, my conscience says,-Launcelot, budge not; budge, says the fiend; budge not, says my conscience: Conscience, say I, you counsel well; fiend, say I, you counsel well: to be ruled 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, saving your reverence, is the devil himself: Certainly, the Jew is the very devil incarnation; 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 counsel: I will run, fiend; my heels are at your commandment, I will run.
Enter old GOBBO, with a basket. Gob. Master, young man, you, I pray you; whichi is the way to master Jew's?
Laun. [Aside.] O heavens, this is my true begotten father! who, being more than sand-blind, high-gravel-blind, knows me not: I will try conclusions with him.
Gob. Master young gentleman, I pray you, which is the way to master 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 Jew's house.
Gob. By God's sonties 22, '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? Mark me now; [Aside ;] now will I raise the waters: -Talk you of young master Launcelot ?
Gob. No master, sir, but a poor man's son; his father, though I say it, is an honest exceeding poor man, and, God be thanked, well to live.
Laun. Well, let his father be what he will, we talk of young master Launcelot.
Gob. Your worship's friend, and Launcelot, sir.
you of young master Launcelot? Gob. Of Launcelot, an't please your mastership.
Laun. Ergo, master Launcelot; talk not of master Launcelot, father; for the young gentleman (according to fates and destinies, and such odd sayings, the sisters three, and such branches of learning,) is,