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• Which I denying, they fell fick, and dy'd;

I could not do with all: then I'll repent, • And wiíh, for all that, that I had not kill'd them. • And twenty of these puny lies I'll tell; • That men shall swear I've discontinued school . Above a twelvemonth. I have in my mind A thousand raw tricks of these bragging jacks, \Vhich I will practise.

Ner. Shall we turn to men?

Por. Fie, what a question's that?
If thou wert near a lewd interpreter!
But come, I'll tell thee all my whole device
When I am in my coach, which stays for us
At the park-gate; and therefore halte away,
For we must myasure twenty miles to-day.

[Exeunte

SCENE VI. Enter Launcelot and Jesuc. Laun. Yes, truly: for look you, the sins of the father are to be laid upon the children; therefore I promise you, I fear you. I was always plain with you; and so now I speak my agitation of the matter: there. fore be of good cheer; foi truly I think you are. damn'd. There is but one hope in it that can do you any good, and that is but a kind of baftard hope neither. F.

:. Ard what hope is that, I pray thee? Laun. Marry, you may parıly hope that your father got you not, that you are not the Jew's daughter.

Jef. That were a kind of baitard hope indeed; fo the fins of my mother should be visited upon me.

Lauri. Truly, then, I fear you are damu'd both by father and mother. Thus, when you shun Scylla your father, you mall into Charybdis your mother: well, you are gone both ways.

%. I shall be saved by my husband; he hath made. me a Chriftian.

Laun. Truly, the more to blame he. We were Chriftians enough before, e'en as many as could well live one by another. This making of Christians will raise the price of hogs; if we grow all to be pork-eaters, we shall not shortly have a rather on the coals for money.

Enter

Enter Lorenzo

Jef. I'll tell my husband, Launcelot, what you say: here he comes.

Lor. I shall grow jealous of you shortly, Launcelot, if you thus get my wife into corners.

Jes. Nay, you need not fear us, Lorenzo'; Launcelot and I are out; he tells me fatly there is no mercy for me in heaven, because I am a Jew's daughter; and he says, you are no good member of the commonwealth; for, in converting Jews to Christians, you raise the price of pork

Lor. I shall answer that better to the commonwealth, than you can the getting up of the negro's belly: the Moor is with child by you, Launcelot.

Laun. It is much that the bioor should be more than reason; but if she be less than an honest woman, she is indeed more than I took her for,

Lor. How every fool can play upon the world! I think the belt grace of wit will shortly turn into silence, and discourse grow commendable in none but parrots. Go in, firrah, bid them prepare for dinner.

Laun. That is done, Sir; they have all ftomachs.

Lor. Good Lord, what a wit-snapper are you! then bid them prepare

dinner. Laun. That is done too, Sir; only cover is the word. Lor. Will you cover then, Sir? Laun. Not so, 'Sir, neither; I know my duty.

Lor. Yet more quarrelling with occafion! wilt thou Thew the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant? I pray thee understand a plain man in his plain nieaning: Go to thy fellows, bid them cover the table, serve in the meat, and we will come in to dinner.

Laun. For the table, Sir, it shall be serv'd in, for the meat, Sir, it shall be covered; for your coming in to dinner, Sir, why, let it be as humours and conceits

[Exit Laun. Lor. O dear discretion, how his words are suited! • The fool hath planted in his memory An army of good words; and I do know • A many fools that stand in better place, « Garnish'd like him, that for a trickly word

shall govern.

• Defy

• Defy the matter.' How far'ít thou, Jeffica?
And now, good sweet, say thy opinion,
How doit thou like the Lord Balfanio’s wife?

Fel. Pait all expressing: it is very meet
The Lord Baffanio live an upright life.
For, having such a blefing in his Lady,
He finds the joys of heaven here on earth:
And if on earth he do not merit it,
In reason he should never come to heav'n.
Why, if two gods should play fome heav'nly match,
And on the wager lay two earthly women,
And Portia one, there must be fomething else
Pawn'd with the other; for the poor rude world
Hath not her fellow.

Lor. Even such a husband
Hat thou of ine, as she is for a wife.

Fef. Nay, but ask my opinion too of that.
Lor. I will anon: first, let us go to dinner.
Fef. Nay, let me praise you while I have a stomach.

Lor. No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk;
Then, howsoe'er thou speak’st, ʼmong other things,
I shall digest it.
Jef. Well, I'll set you forth.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV. SCENE I.

The ferate-boufe in Venice. Enter the Duke, the Senators; Anthonio, Bafanio, and Gra

tiano, at the bar.

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Duke. I am sorry for thee; thou art come to answer
A story adversary, an inhuman wretch
Uncapable of pity, void and empty.

-dram of mercy.
Ant. I have heard,
Your Grace hath ta’en great pains to qualify
Flis rig'rous course; but fince he stands obdurate,
And that no lawful means can carry me
Out of his Envy's reach, 1 do oppose
My patience to his fury; and am aim'd

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of his.
Duke. Go one, and call the Jew into the court.
Sal. He's ready at the door: he comes, my Lord.

Enter Shylock.
Duke. Make room, and let him stand before our face.
Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too,
That thou but lead'It this fashion of thy malice
To the last hour of act; and then 'tis thought,
Thou'lt shew thy mercy and remorse more strange,
Than is thy ftrange apparent cruelty.
And, where thou now exact'st the penalty,
Which is a pound of this poor merchant's desh,
I hou wilt not only lose the forfeiture,
But, touch'd with human gentleness and love,
Forgive a moiety of the principal;
Glancing an eye of pity on his losses,
That have of late fo huddled on his back,
Enough to press a royal merchant down;
And pluck commiseration of his state
From braffy bofoms, and rough hearts of fint;
From stubborn Turks and Tartars, never train'd
To offices of tender courtesy.
We all expect a gentle answer, Jew.

Shy. I have poffefs'd your Grace of what I purpose:
And by our holy Sabbath have I sworn,
To have the due and forfeit of my bond.
If you deny it, let the danger light
Upon your charter, and your city's freedom!
You'll ask me, why I rather chuse to have
A weight of carrion flesh, than to receive
Three thousand ducats? l'll now answer that,
By saying 'tis my humour; is it anfwer'd?
What if

my

house be troubled with a rat,
And I be pleas’d to give ten thousand ducats
To have it baned? What, are you answer'd yet?
Some men there are love not a gaping pig;
Some that are mad if they behold a cat;
And others, when the bag-pipe fings i'th' nofe,
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Masters of pafsion sway it to the mood
Of what it likes, or loaths. Now, for your answer.
As there is no firm reason to be renderd,
Why he cannot abide a gaping pig;
Why he, a harmless necessary cat;
Why he, a woollen bag-pipe; 'but of force
Mult yield to such inevitable fhame.
As to offend, himself being offended:
So can I give no reason, nor I will not,
More than a lodg'd hate and a certain loathing
I bear Anthonio, that I follow thus
A lofing fuit against him. Are you answer'd?

Bal. This is no answer, thou unfeeling man,
T'excuse the current of thy cruelty.
Shy. I am not bound to please thee with

my

answer.
Baf. Do all men kill the thing they do not love?
Shy. Hates any man the thing he would not kill?
Bal. Ev'ry offence is not a hate at first.
Shy. What, would'At thou have a serpent fting thee

twice?
Ant. I pray you, think, you quefion with a Jew,
You may as well go stand upon the beach,
And bid the main food 'bate his usual height.
You may as well use question with the wolf,
Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb.
You may as well forbid the mountain-pines
To wag their high tops, and to make a noise,
When they are fretted with the gufts of heav'n.
You may as well do any thing moft hard,
As seek to soften that, (than which what's harder?)
His Jewish heart. Therefore, I do beseeck you,
Make no more offers, use no farther means;
But with all brief and plain conveniency
Let me have judgment, and the Jew his will.

Bal. For thy three thousand ducats here is fịx,

Shy. If ev'ry ducat in fix thousand ducats
Were in fix parts, and ev'ry part a ducat,
I would' not draw them; I would have

my bond. Duke. How shalt thou hope for mercy, rend'ring none?

Shy. What judgment fhall I dread, doing no wrong? You have among you many a purchas'd flave, Which, like your asses, and your dogs, and mules,

You

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