If that will not suffice, it must appear

That malice bears down truth. And I beseech you,
Wrest once the law to your authority,
To do a great right, do a little wrong;
And curb this cruel devil of his will.

Por. It must not be there's no power in Venice, Can alter a decree established.

'Twill be recorded for a precedent;

And many an error, by the same example,
Will rush into the state. It cannot be.

Shy. A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Doxies,
O wife young judge, how do I honour thee!
Por. I pray you, let me look upon the bond.
Shy. Here 'tis, most rev'rend Doctor, here it is.
Por. Shylock, there's thrice thy mony offer'd thee.
Sby. An oath, an oath, I have an oath in heav'n
Shall I lay perjury upon my soul?

No, not for Venice.

Por. Why this bond is forfeit ;

And lawfully by this the Jew may claim.
A pound of Heh, to be by him cut off
Nearest the merchant's heart. Be merciful,
Take thrice thy money, bid me tear the bond.
Shy. When it is paid according to the tenour.
It doth appear, you are a worthy judge;
You know the law: your exposition

Hath been most found. I charge you by the law,
Whereof you are a well-deserving pillar,
Proceed to judgment. By my soul I swear.
There is no power in the tongue of man
To alter me. I stay here on my bond.
Ant. Most heartily I do beseech the court

To give the judgment.

Por. Why, then thus it is I

You must prepare your bosom for his knife.
Shy O noble judge! O excellent young man I
Por. For the intent and purpose of the law
Hath full relation to the penalty,

Which here appeareth due upon the bond.
Shy. Tis very true. O wise and upright judge.
How much more elder art thou than thy looks!
Por. Therefore lay bare your bosom.
Shy. Ay, his breast s

So says the bond, doth it not, noble judge?
Nearest his heart, those are the very words.

Por. It is so. Are there scales, to weigh the flesh?
Shy. I have them ready.

Por. Have by some surgeon, Shylock, on your charge, To stop his wounds, lest he should bleed to death. Shy. Is it so nominated in the bond?

Por. It is not so express'd; but what of that? 'Twere good, you do so much for charity. Shy. I cannot find it; tis not in the bond. Por. Come, merchant, have you any thing to fay? Ant. But little: I am arm'd, and well prepar'd. Give me your hand, Bafanio, fare you well! Grieve not, that I am fall'n to this for you; For herein fortune shows herself more kind, Than is her custom. It is still her use, To let the wretched man out-live his wealth, To view with hollow eye, and wrinkled brow, An age of poverty: From which lingering penance Of such a misery doth she cut me off. Commend me to your honourable wise; Tell her the process of Anthonio's end; Say, how I lov'd you; speak me fair in death; And when the tale is told, bid her be judge, Whether Baanio had not once a love.

your

Repent not you, that you shall lose friend;
And he repents not, that he pays your debt;
For if the Jew do cut but deep enough,
I'll pay it instantly with all my heart.

Bass. Anthonio, I am married to a wife,
Which is as dear to me as life it self;
But life itself, my wife, and all the world,
Are not with me esteem'd above thy life.
I would lose all; ay, sacrifice them all
Here to this devil, to deliver you.

Por. Your wife would give you little thanks for that, If she were by to hear you make the offer.

Gra. I have a wife, whom, I protest, I love;

I would, she were in heaven, so she could
Intreat some Pow'r to change this currish Jew.
Ner. 'Tis well, you offer it behind her back;

The wish would make else an unquiet house.
Shy. These be the christian husbands, I've a daughters

Would

Would any of the stock of Barrabas

Had been her husband, rather than a christian! [Afide. We trifle time; I pray thee, pursue sentence.

Por. A pound of that same merchant's flesh is thine, The Court awards it, and the law doth give it.. Shy. Most rightful judge!

Por. And you must cut this flesh from off his breast; The law allows it, and the Court awards it.

Shy. Most learned judge! a sentence: come, prepare.
Por. Tarry a little, there is something else,
This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood;
The words exprefly are, a pound of flesh.
Then take thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh;
But, in the cutting it, if thou dost shed

One drop of Christian blood; thy lands and goods
Are, by the laws of Venice, confiscate

Unto the state of Venice.

Gra. O upright judge! Mark, Jew; O learned judge!
Shy. Is that the law?

Por. Thy self shalt see the A&t:

For as thou urgest justice, be assured,

Thou shalt have justice, more than thou desir'st.

Gra. O learned judge! mark, Jew; a learned judge! Shy. I take this offer then, pay the bond thrice, And let the christian go.

Bass. Here is the mony.

Por. The Fur shall have all justice; soft! no haste; He shall have nothing but the penalty.

Gra. O Jew! an upright judge, a learned judge?
Por. Therefore prepare thee to cut off the flesh :
Shed thou no blood, nor cut thou less, nor more,
But just a pound of flesh; if thou tak'st more
Or less than a just pound, be't but so much
As makes it light or heavy in the substance,
On the division of the twentieth part
Of one poor scruple; nay, if the scale turn
But in the estimation of a hair,

Thou diest, and all thy goods are confiscate.

Gra. A second Daniel, a Daniel, a Jew !

Now, insidel, I have thee on the hip.

Por. Why doth the Jew pause? take the forfeiture.
Shy. Give me my principal, and let me go.
Bass. I have it ready for thee; here it is.

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Por. He hath refus'd it in the open Court;
He shall have meerly justice, and his bond.

Gra. A Daniel, still fay I; a second Daniel!
I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.
Shy. Shall I not barely have my principal ?
Por. Thou shalt have nothing but the forfeiture,
To be so taken at thy peril, Jew.

Shy. Why, then the devil give him good of it!
I'll stay no longer question.

Por. Tarry, Jew.

The law hath yet another hold on you!
It is enacted in the laws of Venice,
If it be proved against an alien.

That by direct, or indirect, attempts
He seeks the life of any citizen,

The party, 'gainst the which he doth contrive,
Shall seize on half his goods; the other half
Comes to the privy coffer of the state;
And the offender's life lies in the mercy
Of the Duke only, 'gainst all other voice:
In which predicament, I fay, thou stand'st.
For it appears by manisest proceeding,
That indirectly, and directly top,
Thou hast contrived against the very life
Of the defendant; and thou hast incurr'd

The danger formerly by me rehears'd.

Down, therefore, and beg mercy of the Duke.

Gra. Beg, that thou may'ft have leave to hang thy self;

And yet thy wealth being forfeit to the state,

Thou hast not left the value of a cord;

Therefore, thou must be hang'd at the state's charge.
Duke. That thou may'st see the difference of our spirit,
I pardon thee thy life before thou ask it:

For half thy wealth, it is Anthonio's ;
The other half comes to the general state,
Which humbleness may drive unto a fine.
Por. Ay, for the state; not for Anthonio.
Shy. Nay, take my life and all: pardon not that.
You take my house, when you do take the
That doth sustain
house: you
my
take my life,
When you do take the means whereby I live.
Por, What mercy can you render him, Anthonio?

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Gra.

Gra. A halter gratis; nothing else, for God's sake. Ant. So please my lord the Duke, and all the Court, To quit the fine for one half of his goods,

I am content; so he will let me have

The other half in use, to render it
Upon his death unto the gentleman,
That lately stole his daughter.

Two things provided more, that for this favour
He presently become a christian;

The other, that he do record a Gift

Here in the Court, of all he dies possess'd,

Unto his son Lorenzo and his daughter,

Duke. He shall do this, or else I do recant

The pardon that I late pronounced here.

Por. Art thou contented, Jew? what dost thou say? Shy. I am content.

Por. Clerk, draw a Deed of Gift.

Shy. I pray you, give me leave to go from hence; I am not well; send the Deed after me,

And I will sign it.

Duke. Get thee gone, but do it.

Gra. In christ'ning thou shalt have two godfathers. Had I been judge, thou should't have had ten more, To bring thee to the gallows, not the font.

[Exit Shylock. - Duke. Sir, I intreat you home with me to dinner. Por. I humbly do desire your Grace's pardon;

I must away this night to Padua,

And it is meet, I presently set forth.

Duke. I am sorry that your leisure serves you not. Anthonio, gratify this gentleman;

For, in my mind, you are much bound to him.

[Exit Duke and his train.
Bass. Most worthy gentleman! I and my friend
Have by your wisdom been this day acquitted
Of grievous penalties; in lieu whereof,
Three thousand ducats, due unto the few,
We freely cope your courteous pains withal.
Ant. And stand indebted, over and above,
In love and service to you evermore.

Por. He is well paid, that is well satisfy'd ;
And I, delivering you, am satisfy'd,
And therein do account myself well paid;

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