JES. I fhall be fav'd by my husband; he hath made me a christian. LAUN. Truly, the more to blame he; we were chriftians enough before, e'en as many as could well live one by ano. ther: this making of chriftians will raise the price of hogs : if we grow all to be pork-ea ers, we shall not fhortly have a rasher on the coals for mony. Enter Lorenzo. JES. I'll tell my husband, Launcelot, what you say. Here he comes. LOR. I fhall 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 flatly, there is no mercy for me in heav'n, because I am a Jew's daughter; and he fays, you are no good member of the commonwealth; for, in converting Jews to Christians, you raise the price of pork. LOR. I fhall 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 moor fhould be more than reafon but if fhe be less than an honest woman, she is indeed more than I took her for. LOR. How every fool can play upon the word! I think the best grace of wit will fhortly turn into filence, and difcourse grow commendable in nothing but parrots. Go in, firrah, bid them prepare for dinner. LAUN. That is done, fir; they have all ftomachs. LOR. Good lord, what a wit-fnapper are you! then bid them prepare dinner. LAUN. That is done too, fir; only, cover is the word. LOR. Will you cover then, fir? LAUN. Not fo, fir, neither; I know my duty. LOR Yet more quarrelling with occafion! wilt thou fhew the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant? I pray thee underftand a plain man in his plain meaning: go to thy fellows, bid them cover the table, ferve in the meat, and we will come in to dinner. LAUN. For the table, fir, it shall be ferved in; for the meat, fir, it shall be covered: for your coming'in to dinner, fir, why, let it be as humours and conceits shall govern. [Exit Laun. LOR. O dear difcretion, how his words are fuited! The fool hath planted in his memory An army of good words; and I do know In reafon he should never come to heaven. And Portia one, there must be fomething else LOR. Even fuch a husband Haft thou of me, as fhe is for a wife. JES. Nay, but afk my opinion too of that. LOR. I will anon. First, let us go to dinner. JES. Nay, let me praise you while I have a ftomach. JES. Well, I'll fet you forth. ACT IV. [Exeunt. SCENE 1. The fenate-houfe in Venice. Enter the Duke, the fenators; Anthonio, Baffanio, and Gratiano, at the bar. DUKE. WHAT, is Anthonio here? ANTH. Ready, fo please your grace. DUKE. I'm forry for thee; thou art come to answer A ftony adversary, an inhuman wretch Uncapable of pity, void and empty From any dram of mercy. ANTH. I have heard, Your grace hath ta'en great pains to qualify His rig'rous courfe; but fince he stands obdurate, Out of his envy's reach, I do oppose DUKE. Go one, and call the Jew into the court. DUKE. Make room, and let him stand before our face. Shylock, the world thinks, and I think fo-too, That thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice And, where thou now exact'ft the penalty, But, touch'd with human gentleness and love, That have of late fo huddled on his back, We all expect a gentle anfwer, Jew. SHY. I have poffefs'd your grace of what I purpose, And by our holy Sabbath have I fworn, To have the due and forfeit of my bond. Cannot contain their urine; for affection, Of what it likes, or loaths. Now, for your anfwer: A lofing suit against him. Are you answer'd? SHY. I am not bound to please thee with my answer. SHY. What, would'st thou have a ferpent fting thee twice ANTH. I pray you, think, you question with a Jew.. You may as well go stand upon the beach, And bid the main flood 'bate his ufual height. As feek to foften that, (than which what's harder!); |