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The Merchant of Venice by William Shakespeare, 1564-1616

Will live as maids and widows. Come, away!

For you shall hence upon your wedding-day:

Bid your friends welcome, show a merry cheer:

Since you are dear bought, I will love you dear.

But let me hear the letter of your friend.

BASSANIO [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 love do not persuade you to come,

let not my letter.

PORTIA O love, dispatch all business, and be gone!

BASSANIO 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

Scene 3

Venice. A street.

Enter SHYLOCK, SALARINO, ANTONIO, and Gaoler

SHYLOCK Gaoler, look to him: tell not me of mercy;

This is the fool that lent out money gratis:

Gaoler, look to him.

ANTONIO Hear me yet, good Shylock.

SHYLOCK I’ll have my bond; speak not against my bond:

I have sworn an oath that I will have my bond.

Thou call’dst me dog before thou hadst a cause;

But, since I am a dog, beware my fangs:

The duke shall grant me justice. I do wonder,

Thou naughty gaoler, that thou art so fond

To come abroad with him at his request.

ANTONIO I pray thee, hear me speak.

SHYLOCK 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-eyed 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

SALARINO It is the most impenetrable cur

That ever kept with men.

ANTONIO Let him alone:

I’ll follow him no more with bootless prayers.

He seeks my life; his reason well I know:

I oft deliver’d from his forfeitures

Many that have at times made moan to me;

Therefore he hates me.

SALARINO I am sure the duke

Will never grant this forfeiture to hold.

ANTONIO The duke cannot deny the course of law:

For the commodity that strangers have

With us in Venice, if it be denied,

Will much impeach the justice of his state;

Since that the trade and profit of the city

Consisteth 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, gaoler, on. Pray God, Bassanio come

To see me pay his debt, and then I care not!

Exeunt

Scene 4

Belmont. A room in PORTIA’S house.

Enter PORTIA, NERISSA, LORENZO, JESSICA, and BALTHASAR

LORENZO Madam, although I speak it in your presence,

You have a noble and a true conceit

Of godlike 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 my lord your husband,

I know you would be prouder of the work

Than customary bounty can enforce you.

PORTIA I never did repent for doing good,

Nor 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 be needs a like proportion

Of lineaments, of manners and of spirit;

Which makes me think that this Antonio,

Being the bosom lover of my lord,

Must needs be like my lord. If it be so,

How little is the cost I have bestow’d

In purchasing the semblance of my soul

From out the state of hellish misery!

This comes too near the praising of myself;

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 toward heaven breathed a secret vow

To live in prayer and contemplation,

Only attended by Nerissa here,

Until her husband and my lord’s return:

There is a monastery two miles off;

And there will we abide. I do desire you

Not to deny this imposition;

The which my love and some necessity

Now lays upon you.

LORENZO Madam, with all my heart;

I shall obey you in all fair commands.

PORTIA My people do already know my mind,

And will acknowledge you and Jessica

In place of Lord Bassanio and myself.

And so farewell, till we shall meet again.

LORENZO Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you!

JESSICA I wish your ladyship all heart’s content.

PORTIA I thank you for your wish, and am well pleased

To wish it back on you: fare you well Jessica.

Exeunt JESSICA and LORENZO

Now, Balthasar,

As I have ever found thee honest-true,

So let me find thee still. Take this same letter,

And use thou all the endeavour of a man

In speed to Padua: see thou render this

Into my cousin’s hand, Doctor Bellario;

And, look, what notes and garments he doth give thee,

Bring them, I pray thee, with imagined speed

Unto the tranect, to the common ferry

Which trades to Venice. Waste no time in words,

But get thee gone: I shall be there before thee.

BALTHASAR Madam, I go with all convenient speed.

Exit

PORTIA Come on, Nerissa; I have work in hand

That you yet know not of: we’ll see our husbands

Before they think of us.

NERISSA Shall they see us?

PORTIA They shall, Nerissa; but in such a habit,

That they shall think we are accomplished

With that we lack. I’ll hold thee any wager,

When we are both accoutred like young men,

I’ll prove the prettier fellow of the two,

And wear my dagger with the braver grace,

And speak between the change of man and boy

With a reed voice, and turn two mincing steps

Into a manly stride, and speak of frays

Like a fine bragging youth, and tell quaint lies,

How honourable ladies sought my love,

Which I denying, they fell sick and died;

I could not do withal; then I’ll repent,

And wish for all that, that I had not killed them;

And twenty of these puny lies I’ll tell,

That men shall swear I have discontinued school

Above a twelvemonth. I have within my mind

A thousand raw tricks of these bragging Jacks,

Which I will practise.

NERISSA Why, shall we turn to men?

PORTIA Fie, what a question’s that,

If thou wert near a lewd interpreter!

But come, I’ll tell thee all my whole device

When I am in my coach, which stays for us

At the park gate; and therefore haste away,

For we must measure twenty miles to-day.

Exeunt

Scene 5

The same. A garden.

Enter LAUNCELOT and JESSICA

LAUNCELOT Yes, truly; for, look you, the sins of the father

are to be laid upon the children: therefore, I

promise ye, I fear you. I was always plain with

you, and so now I speak my agitation of the matter:

therefore be of good cheer, for truly I think you

are damned. There is but one hope in it that can do

you any good; and that is but a kind of bastard

hope neither.

JESSICA And what hope is that, I pray thee?

LAUNCELOT Marry, you may partly hope that your father got you

not, that you are not the Jew’s daughter.

JESSICA That were a kind of bastard hope, indeed: so the

sins of my mother should be visited upon me.

LAUNCELOT Truly then I fear you are damned both by father and

mother: thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I

fall into Charybdis, your mother: well, you are

gone both ways.

JESSICA I shall be saved by my husband; he hath made me a

Christian.

LAUNCELOT Truly, the more to blame he: we were Christians

enow before; e’en as many as could well live, one by

another. This making Christians will raise the

price of hogs: if we grow all to be pork-eaters, we

shall not shortly have a rasher on the coals for money.

Enter LORENZO

JESSICA I’ll tell my husband, Launcelot, what you say: here he comes.

LORENZO I shall grow jealous of you shortly, Launcelot, if

you thus get my wife into corners.

JESSICA Nay, you need not fear us, Lorenzo: Launcelot and I

are out. He tells me flatly, there is no mercy for

me in heaven, because I am a Jew’s daughter: and he

says, you are no good member of the commonwealth,

for in converting Jews to Christians, you raise the

price of pork.

LORENZO I shall 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.

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