Down, therefore, and beg mercy of the Duke. Gra. Beg, that thou may'st have leave to hang thy felf; And yet, thy wealth being forfeit to the state, Thou haft not left the value of a cord; Therefore, thou must be hang'd at the state's charge. Duke. That thou may'ft fee the diff'rence of our fpirit, I pardon thee thy life before thou ask it: you Por. What mercy can you render him, Anthonio? Gra. A halter gratis; nothing else, for God's fake. Ant. So please my lord the Duke, and all the Court, To quit the fine for one half of his goods, I am content; fo he will let me have The other half in use, to render it Upon his death unto the gentleman, Two things provided more, that for this favour The other, that he do record a Gift Here in the Court, of all he dies poffefs'd, Unto his fon Lorenzo and his daughter. Duke. He fhall do this, or else I do recant The pardon that I late pronounced here. Por. Art thou contented, Jew? what doft thou fay? Por. Clerk, draw a Deed of gift. Shy. I pray you, give me leave to go from hence ;; I am not well; fend the Deed after me, And I will fign it. Duke. Get thee gone, but do it. Gra. In chrift'ning thou shalt have two godfathers. Had Had I been judge, thou should'st have had ten more, (18) 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 defire your Grace of pardon; I muft away this night to Padua, And it is meet, I prefently fet forth. Duke. I'm forry, 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, Por. He is well paid, that is well fatisfy'd ; Baff. Dear Sir, of force I muft attempt you further, Por. You prefs me far, and therefore I will yield. Baff. This ring, good Sir, alas, it is a trifle; (18) thon should't have had ten more,] i. e. a Jury of Baff. There's more depends on this, than is the value. The dearest ring in Venice will I give you, And find it out by proclamation; Only for this, I pray you, pardon me. ; Por. I fee, Sir, you are liberal in offers And know how well I have deferv'd the ring, And in the morning early will we both Re-enter Portia and Neriffa. [Exeunt. Por. Enquire the Jew's houfe out, give him this Deed, And let him fign it; we'll away to night, And be a day before our husbands home: This Deed will be well welcome to Lorenzo. Enter Gratiano. Gra. Fair Sir, you are well o'erta'en: Hath fent you here this ring, and doth intreat Por. That cannot be. This ring I do accept moft thankfully, And fo, I pray you, tell him; furthermore, I pray you, fhew my Youth old Shylock's houfe. Ner. Sir, I would fpeak with you. I'll fee if I can get my husband's ring: fwearing, [To Por. We fhall have old That they did give the rings away to men; But we'll out-face them, and out-fwear them too : Away, make hafte, thou know'ft where I will tarry. Ner. Come, good Sir, will you fhew me to this house? [Exeunt. A CT V. SCENE, Belmont. A Grove, or green Place, before Portia's House. Enter Lorenzo and Jeffica. LORENZO. HE moon fhines bright: In fuch a night as this, THE When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, Jef. In fuch a night, Did Thisbe fearfully o'er-trip the dew; And faw the lion's fhadow ere himself, And ran difmayed away. Lor. In fuch a night, Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild fea-banks, and way'd her love Jef. In fuch a night, Medea gather'd the enchanted herbs, Lor. In fuch a night, Did Jefica fteal from the wealthy few, And with an unthrift love did run from Venice, Jef. And in fuch a night, Did young Lorenzo fwear, he lov'd her well; Lor. And in such a night, Did pretty Jeffica, (like a little fhrew) Jef. I would out-night you, did no body come: Enter Stephano. Lor. Who comes fo faft, in filence of the night? Lor. What friend ? your name, I pray you, friend? Be here at Belmont: she doth ftray about By holy Croffes, where the kneels, and prays, I Lor. Who comes with her? Mef. None, but a holy hermit, and her maid. pray you, is my mafter yet return'd? Lor. He is not, nor have we yet heard from him : But go we in, I pray thee, effica, And ceremoniously let us prepare Some welcome for the mistress of the house. Enter Launcelot. Laun. Sola, fola, wo ha, ho, fola, fola! Lor. Who calls? Laun. Sola! did you fee mafter Lorenzo and mistress Lorenza? fola, fola! Lor. Leave hollowing, man: here. Laun. |