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When mercy seasons justice : therefore, Jew,
Shy. My deeds upon my head! I crave the law,
Por. Is he not able to discharge the money?
Bass. (L. c.) Yes, here I tender it for him in the court;
Por. It must not be ; there is no power in Venice
ment! yea, a Daniel !
let me look upon the bond. Shy. Here 'tis, most reverend doctor, here it is.
[Gives it. Por. Shylock, there's thrice thy money offer'à thee.
Shy. An oath, an oath ; I have an oath in heaven.
Por. Why, this bond is forfeit;
Whereof you are a well-deserving pillar,
Ant. Most heartily I do beseech the court
Por. Why then, thus it is.
Shy. 0, noble judge! 0, excellent young man !
Por. For the intent and purpose of the law
Shy. 'Tis very true: 0, wise and upright judge !
Por. Therefore, lay bare your bosom.
Shy. Ay, his breast :)
Por. It is so. Are there balance here to weigh
I have them ready. Por. Have by some surgeon, Shylock, on your charge, To stop his wounds, lest he do bleed to death. | Shy. Is it so nominated ih the bond :
Por. It is not so express’d; but what of that? 'Twere good you do so much for charity. 1
Shy. I cannot find it; 'tis not in the bond. Por. Come, merchant, have you any thing to say ? [Portia takes a seat near the Duke-Shylock stands
musing, R. Ant, (c.) But little; I am arm’d, and well prepar'd. Give me your hand, Bassanio; fare you well! Grieve not that I am fallen to this for you; For herein fortune shows herself more kind Than is her custom: it is still her use, To let the wretched man outlive his wealth, To view with hollow eye, and wrinkled brow, An age of poverty, from which lingering penance Of such a misery doth she cut me off. Commend me to your honourable wife: Tell her the process of Antonio's end, Say how I lov'd you, speak me fair in death • And, when the tale is told, bid her be judge Whether Bassanio had not once a love.
Repent not you that you shall lose your friend,
Bass. (c.) Antonio, I am married to a wife
Gra. (R.) I have a wife, whom, I protest, I love ;
a daughter; Would any of the stock of Barabbas Had been her husband, rather than a Christian.
[Aside. We trifle time: I pray thee, pursue sentence. Por. [Comes forward to c.] A pound of that same
merchant's flesh is thine; The court awards it, and the law doth give it.
Shy. Most rightful judge ! Por. And you must cut this flesh from off his breast; The law allows it, and the court awards it.
Shy. Most learned judge! A sentence; come, prepare. Por. Tarry a little ;—there is something else.This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood ; The words expressly are, a pound of flesh; Take then thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh; But, in the cutting of it, if thou dost shed One drop of Christian blood, thy lands and goods Are, by the laws Venice, confiscate Unto the state of Venice. Gru. O, upright judge !-Mark, Jew!-a learned
judge ! Shy. (Tremulously.] Is that the law?
Por. Thyself shall see the act: For, as thou urgest justice, be assurd Thou shalt have justice, more than thou desir'st. Gra. (R.) O, learned judge !-Mark, Jew!-a learned
judge! Shy. (R. c.) I take this offer, then ;-pay the bund
thrice, And let the Christian go.
Bass. Here is the money.
Por. Soft; The Jew shall have all justice ;-soft !--no haste; He shall bave nothing but the penalty.
Gra. 0, Jew! an upright judge, a learned judge!
Por. Therefore, prepare thee to cut off the flesh.
Gra. A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew!
Por. Why doth the Jew pause ? take thy forfeiture. Shy. Give me my principal, and let me go. Bass. I have it ready for thee; here it is. Por. He hath refus'd it in the open court; He shall have merely justice, and his bond.
Gra. A Daniel, still say I; a second Daniel ! I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.
Shy. Shall I not barely have my principal ?
Por. Thou shalt have nothing but the forfeiture, To be so taken at thy peril, Jew.
Shy. Why then the devil give him good of it!
Por. Tarry, Jew;
Down, therefore, and beg mercy of the Duke.
[Retires to the Duke.
Duke. Thou shalt see the difference of our spirit,
Por. What mercy can you render him, Antonio ?
Ant. (L.) So please my lord the duke, and all the court,
Duke. He shall do this ; or else I do recant
Por. Art thou contented, Jew? What dost thou say?
Shy. I pray you, give me leave to go from hence ;
Duke. Get thee gone, but do it.
Gra. In christening thou shalt have two godfathers; Had I been judge, thou shouldst have had ten more, To bring thee to the gallows, not the font.
[Exit Shylock, R. Duke. Sir, I entreat you home with me to dinner.