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I stand for judgment: answer; shall I have it?
Duke. Upon my power, I may dismiss this court, Unless Bellario, a learned doctor, Whom I have sent for to determine this, Come here to-day. Salar.
My lord, here stays without A messenger with letters from the doctor, New come from Padua.
Duke. Bring us the letters; Call the messenger. Bass. Good cheer, Antonio! What, man? cou
The Jew shall have my flesh, blood, bones, and all, Ere thou shalt lose for me one drop of blood.
Ant. I am a tainted wether of the flock, Meetest for death; the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground, and so let me: You cannot better be employ'd, Bassanio, Than to live still, and write mine epitaph.
Enter Nerissa, dressed like a lawyer's clerk. Duke. Came you from Padua, from Bellario? Ner. From both, my lord: Bellario greets your grace.
[Presents a letter. Bass. Why dost thou whet'thy knife so earnestly? Shy. To cut the forfeiture from that bankrupt
there. Gra. Not on thy sole, but on thy soul, harsh
To hold opinion with Pythagoras,
Duke. This letter from Bellario doth commend A young
and learned doctor to our court: Where is he?
Ner. He attendeth here hard by, To know your answer, whether you'll admit him. Duke. With all my heart:-some three or four of
you, Go give him courteous conduct to this place.Meantime, the court shall hear Bellario's letter.
[Clerk reads.] Your grace shall understand, that, at the receipt of your letter, I am very sick: but in the instant that your messenger came, in loving visitation was with me a young doctor of Rome, his name is Balthasar: I acquainted him with the cause in controversy between the Jew and Antonio the merchant: we turned o’er many books together: he is furnish'd with my opinion; which, better'd with his own learning, (the greatness whereof I cannot enough commend,) comes with him, at my importunity, to fill up your grace's request in my stead. I beseech you, let his lack of years be no impediment to let him lack a reverend estimation; for I never knew so young a body with so old a head. I leave him to your gracious acceptance, whose trial shall better publish his commendation.
Duke. You hear the learn’d Bellario, what he
writes: And here, I take it, is the doctor come.
Enter Portia, dressed like a doctor of laws. Give me your hand: Came you from old Bellario?
Por. I did, my lord.
Duke. You are welcome: take your place. Are you acquainted with the difference That holds this present question in the court?
Por. I am informed throughly of the cause. Which is the merchant here, and which the Jew?
Duke. Antonio and old Shylock, both stand forth.
Shylock is my name.
[To Antonio. Ant. Ay, so he says. Por.
Do you confess the bond?
Por. The quality of mercy is not strain’d;
7 Cannot impugn you,] To impugn, is to oppose, to controvert.
8 You stand within his danger,] i. e. within his reach or control.