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Sale. 'Would you had won the fleece that he hath
lost! Por. There are some shrewd contents in yon' same
paper, That steal the colour from Bassanio's cheek : Some dear friend dead; else nothing in the world Could turn so much the constitution Of any constant man. What, worse and worse? With leave, Bassanio; I am half yourself, And I must freely have the half of any thing That this same paper brings you. Bass.
O sweet Portia, Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words, That ever blotted paper! Gentle lady, When I did first impart my love to you, I freely told you, all the wealth I had Ran in my veins, I was a gentleman; And then I told you true : and yet, dear lady, Rating myself at nothing, you shall see How much I was a braggart: When I told you My state was nothing, I should then have told
Here is a letter, lady;
Of merchant-marring rocks?
Not one, my lord.
Por. Is it your dear friend, that is thus in trouble?
Bass. The dearest friend to me, the kindest man,
Por. What sum owes he the Jew ?
What, no more?
2 The chief men.
Pay him six thousand, and deface the bond;
friends welcome, show a merry cheer;} Since you are dear bought, I will love you dear.But let me hear the letter of
friend. Bass. [Reads.] Sweet Bassanio, my ships have all miscarried, my creditors grow cruel, my estate is very low, my bond to the Jew is forfeit; and since, in paying it, it is impossible I should live, all debts are cleared between you and I, if I might but see you at my death, notwithstanding, use your pleasure: if your lote do not persuade you to come, let not my letter.
Por. O love, despatch all business, and be gone. Bass. Since I have your good leave to go away,
I will make haste: but, till I come again, No bed shall e'er be guilty of my stay,
No rest be interposer 'twixt us twain. [Exeunt.
Venice. A Street.
Enter SAYLOCK, SALANIO, ANTONIO, and Gaoler.
Hear me yet, good Shylock. Shy. I'll have my bond; speak not against my
I have sworn an oath, that I will have my bond :
Ant. I pray thee, hear me speak.
Shy. I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak: I'll have my bond; and therefore speak no more. I'll not be made a soft and dull-ey'd fool, To shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yield To christian intercessors. Follow not; I'll have no speaking; I will have my bond.
[Exit SHYLOCK. Salan. It is the most impenetrable cur, That ever kept with men. Ant.
Let him alone; I'll follow him no more with bootless prayers.
He seeks my life; his reason well I know;
I am sure, the duke
Ant. The duke cannot deny the course of law;
Belmont. A Room in Portia's House.
Enter PORTIA, NERISSA, LORENZO, Jessica, and
BALTHAZAR. Lor. Madam, although I speak it in your presence, You have a noble and a true conceit Of god-like amity; which appears most strongly * In bearing thus the absence of your lord. But, if you knew to whom you show this honour, How true a gentleman you send relief, How dear a lover of