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I bid my very friends and country-men,
(Sweet Portia) welcome.

Por. So do I, my Lord ; they are intirely welcome.
Lor. I thank

your

honour ; for my part, my lord,
My purpose was not to have seen you here ;
But meeting with Salanio by the way,
He did intreat me, paft all saying nay,
To come with him along.

Sal. I did, my lord,
And I have reason for't; Signior Anthonjo
Commends him to you. [Gives Bassanio a Letter:

Bal. Ere I ope his letter, I

pray you tell me how my good friend doth.

Sal. Not fick, my lord, unless it be in mind; Nor well, unless in mind ; his letter there Will shew you his eftate. [Baffanio opens the letter.

Gra. Nerisa, cheer yond stranger : Bid her wel

come.

Your hand, Salanio; what's the news from Venice ?
How doth that royal merchant, good Anthonio?
I know, he will be glad of our Success :
We are the Jafons,

we have won the fleece. Sal. Would

you

had won the fleece, that he hath loft! Por. There are some shrewd Contents in yond same

paper,
That steal the colour from Basanio's cheek :
Some dear Friend dead ; else nothing in the world
Could turn so much the constitution
Of any conftant man. What, worse and worse!
With leave, Bassanio, I am half your self,
And I must have the half of any thing
That this fame Paper brings you.

Bas. 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 my self at nothing, you shall see

How

How much I was a braggart: when I told you,
My state was nothing, I should then have told you,
That I was worse than nothing. For, indeed,
I have engag'd my self to a dear Friend,
Engag'd my Friend to his meer enemy,
To feed my means. Here is a letter, lady,
The paper, as the body of my friend;
And every word in it a gaping wound,
Issuing life-blood. But is it true, Salanio ?
Have all his ventures failed ? what not one hits
From Tripolis, from Mexico, from England,
From Lisbon, Barbary, and India ?
And not one veffel ’scap'd the dreadful touch
Of merchant-marring rocks?

Sal. Not one, my lord.
Besides, it should appear, that if he had
The present mony to discharge the Jew,
He would not take it. Never did I know
A creature, that did bear the shape of man,
So keen and greedy to confound a man.
He plies the

Duke at morning and at night,
And doth impeach the freedom of the state,
If they deny him justice. Twenty merchants,
The Duke himself, and the Magnificoes
Of greatest port, have all persuaded with him ;
But none can drive him from the envious plea
Of forfeiture, of justice, and his bond.

Jes. When I was with him, I have heard him swear,
To Tubal and to Chus his country-men,
That he would rather have Anthonio's flesh,
Than twenty times the value of the. sum
That he did owe him ; and I know, my lord,
If law, authority, and pow'r deny not,
It will go hard with poor Anthonio.

Por. Is it your dear friend, that is thus in trouble? Bal. The dearest friend to me, the kindeft Man, The best condition'd and unweary'd spirit. In doing courtesies; and one in whom The ancient Roman honour more appears, . Than any that draws breath in Italy.

Por.

Por. What Sum owes he the Jew?
Bal. For me, three thousand ducats.

Por. What, no more ?
Pay him fix thousand and deface the bond;
Double fix thousand, and then treble that,
Before a Friend of this description
Shall lose a hair through my Basanio's fault.
First, go with me to church, and call me wife,
And then away to Venice to your friend:
For never shall you lie by Portia's fide
With an unquiet foul. You ihall have gold
To
pay

the petty debt twenty times over.
When it is paid, bring your true friend along ;
My maid Nerisa and my self, mean time,
Will live as maids and widows : come, away

! For you shall hence upon your wedding-day. Bid your

Friends welcome, thew a merry cheer ; Since you are dear bought, I will love you dear. But let me hear the letter of your friend.

Weet

carry'd, my creditor's grow cruel, my estate is very low, my bond to the Jew is forfeit; and fince, in paying it, it is impossible I should live, all debts are cleared between you and me, if I might but see you at my death; notwithstanding, use your pleasure : if your love do not perfuade you to come, let not my letter.

Por. O love! dispatch all Bufiness, and be gone.
Baj. Since I have your good leave to go away,

† 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.

Bal. reads.

SCENE changes to a Street in Venice. Enter Shylock, Solarino, Anthonio, and the Goaler,

Oaler, look to him: tell not me of mercy. Goaler, look to him.

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Ant. Hear me yet, good Shylock.

Shy. I'll have my bond ; speak not against my bond :
I've sworn an oath, that I will have my

bond.
Thou call’dft me dog, before thou hadft a cause ;
But since I am a dog, beware my fangs :
The Duke shall grant me justice. I do wonder,
Thou naughty goaler, that thou art fo fond
To come abroad with him at his request.

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 fpeak no more ;
I'll not be made a soft and dull-ey'd fool,
To shake the head, relent, and sigh and yield
To chriftian interceffors. Follow not ;
I'll have no speaking ; I will have my bond.

Exit Shylock.
Sola. It is the most impenetrable cur,
That ever kept with men.

Ant. Let him alone,
I'll follow him no more with bootless pray'rs :
He seeks my life; his reason well I know ;
Į oft deliver'd from his forfeitures
Many, that have at times made moan to me;
Therefore he hates me.

Sola. I am sure, the Duke
Will never grant this Forfeiture to hold.

Ant. The Duke cannot deny the course of law;
For the commodity that strangers have
With us in Venice, if it be deny'd,
Will much impeach the justice of the ftate;
Since that the trade and profit of the city
Confifteth of all nations. Therefore go,
These griefs and losses have so 'bated me,
That I shall hardly spare a pound of flesh
To morrow to my bloody creditor.
Well, goaler, on; pray God, Basanio come
To see me pay his debt, and then I care not! (Exeunti.

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Enter Portia, Neriffa, Lorenzo, Jessica, and Balthazar.
Lor. Adam, 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 Thew this honour,
How true a gentleman you send relief to,
How dear a lover of my

lord your

husband;
I know, you would be prouder of the work,
Than customary bounty can enforce you.

Por. I never did repent of doing good,
And shall not now ; for in companions
That do converse and waste the time together,
Whose souls do bear an equal yoke of love,
There must needs be a like proportion
Of lineaments, of manners, and of spirit ;
Which makes me think, that this Anthonio,
Being the bosom-lover of my lord,
Must needs be like my lord. If it be so,
How little is the cost I have bestowed,
In purchating the semblance of my foul
From out the state of hellish cruelty ?
This comes too near the praising of my self ; (13)
Therefore, no more of it: hear other things.
Lorenzo, I commit into

your

hands
The husbandry and manage of my house,
Until my lord's return. For mine own part,
I have tow'rd heaven breath'd a secret vow,
(13) This comes too near the praising of my self ;

Therefore no more of it : here other things,

Lorenzo, I commit, &c.] Thus has this Paffage been writ and pointed, but absurdly, thro' all the Editions. Portia finding the refle&ions she had made came too near Self-praise, begins to chide herself for it : fays, She'll say no more of that Sort; but call a new Subject. The Regulation I have made in the Text was likewise prescrib'd by De. Thirlby,

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