Bring them, I pray thee, with imagin'd speed Which trades to Venice:-wafte no time in words, thee gone; I fhall be there before thee. But get Bal. Madam, I go with all convenient speed. [Exit BAL. Por. Come on, Neriffa; I have work in hand That you yet know not of: we'll see our husbands Before they think of us. Ner. Shall they fee us? Por. They fhall, Neriffa, but in fuch a habit, That they fhall think us men. I'll hold thee any wager, When we are both accouter'd like young men, Which Which I will practise. But come, I'll tell thee all my whole device ACT V. [Exeunt. SCENE, A Court of Justice in Venice. The DUKE and his Train, ANTONIO, BASSANIO, SOLANIO, SALARINO, GRATIANO, and Attendants, difcovered.. Duke. WHAT, is Antonio here ? Ant. Ready, fo please your grace. Duke. I'm forry for thee; thou art come to anfwer A ftony adversary, an inhuman wretch Incapable of pity, void and empty From any dram of mercy. Ant. I have heard, Your grace hath ta'en great pains to qualify His rigorous courfe; but fince he stands obdurate, And that no lawful means can carry me Out of his envy's reach, I do oppose My My patience to his fury; and am arm'd Duke. Go one, and call the Jew into the court. Enter SHYLOCK. Duke. Make room, and let him ftand before our face. Shylock, the world thinks, and I think fo too, That thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice To the laft hour of act; and then, 'tis thought, Thou'lt show thy mercy, and remorse, more firange Than is thy ftrange apparent cruelty: And, where thou now exact'ft the penalty, But, touch'd with human gentleness and love, Glancing an eye of pity on his loffes, From braffy bofoms, and rough hearts of flint, We all expect a gentle answer, Jew. Shy. L Shy. I have poffefs'd your grace of what I purpose ; And by our holy sabbath have I sworn, Upon your charter, and your city's freedom. As there is no firm reason to be render'd, Why he cannot abide a gaping pig; Why he, a harmless neceffary cat. So can I give no reason, nor will I, More than a lodg'd hate, and a certain loathing, I bear Antonio, that I follow thus A lofing fuit against him. Are you answer'd? Bass. This is no anfwer, thou unfeeling man, T'excufe the current of thy cruelty. Shy. I am not bound to please thee with my anfwer. Bass. Bass. Do all men kill the things they do not. love? Shy. Hátes any man the thing he would not kill? Bass. Every offence is not a hate at first. Shy. What, would'st thou have a ferpent fting Ant. I pray you, think you queftion with the You may as well go ftand upon the beach, |