This was a way to thrive, and he was bleft; ANTH. This was a venture, Sir, that Jacob ferv'd for; A thing not in his pow'r to bring to pass, But sway'd, and fashion'd, by the hand of heav'n. Was this inferted to make int'reft good? Or, is your gold, and filver, ewes and rams? ANTH. Mark you this, Baffanio? The devil can cite scripture for his purpose. Is like a villain with a smiling cheek; O, what a goodly outfide falfhood hath ? SHY. Three thousand ducats!-'tis a good round fum. Three months from twelve, then let me fee the rate. ANTH. Well, Shylock, fhall we be beholden to you? SHY. Signior Anthonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me, About my monies and my ufances. Still have I born it with a patient shrug; Hath a dog mony? is it poffible, A cur can lend three thousand ducats? or Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key, ANTH. I am as like to call thee fo again, But lend it rather to thine enemy; Who, if he break, thou may'ft with better face SHY. Why, how you ftorm? I would be friends with you, and have your love ANTH. This were kindness. SHY. This kindness will I show: In fuch a place, fuch fum, or fums, as are Of your fair flesh, to be cut off and taken ANTH. Content, in faith. I'll feal to fuch a bond, And fay, there is much kindness in the Jew. BASS. You shall not feal to fuch a bond for me, ANTH. Why, fear not, man; I will not forfeit it; Of thrice three times the value of this bond. SHY. O father Abraham, what these christians are! A pound of man's flesh, taken from a man, As flesh of muttons, beefs, or goats. I fay, And for my love I pray you wrong me not. ANTH. Yes, Shylock, I will feal unto this bond. Give him direction for this merry bond, And I will go and purfe the ducats strait; I will be with you. ANTH. Hie thee, gentle Jew. This Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind. [Exit. BASS. I like not fair terms, and a villain's mind. My fhips come home a month before the day. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCEN.E I. BELMONT. Enter Morochius, a tawney-moor, all in white; and three or four followers accordingly; with Portia, Neriffa, and her train. Flourish cornets. MOROCHI U S. MISLIKE me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd fun, But if my father had not fcanted me, His wife, who wins me by that means I told you; For my affection. MOR. Ev'n for that I thank you; Therefore, I pray you, lead me to the caskets That flew the Sophy and a Perfian prince, And fo may I, blind fortune leading me, Mifs that, which one unworthier may attain; POR. You must take your chance, And either not attempt to chufe at all, Or fwear, before you chufe at all, if you chufe wrong, In way of marriage. Therefore be advis'd. MOR. Nor will not. Come, bring me to my chance. Your hazard fhall be made. MOR. Good fortune then, [Cornets. To make me bleft, or cursed'st among men ! [Exeunt. SCENE II. Changes to Venice. Enter Launcelot alone. LAUN. Certainly, my confcience will ferve me to run from this Jew my mafter. The fiend is at mine elbow, and tempts me, faying to me, Gobbo, Launcelot Gobbo, good Launcelot, or good Gobbo, or good Launcelot Gobbo, ufe your legs, take the ftart, run away. My confcience |