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Shy. I am content.

Clerk, draw a deed of gift.
Shy. I pray you, give me leave to go from heuce:
am not well ; send the deed after me,
And I will sigu it.

Get thee gone, but do it.
Gra. In christening thou shalt have two godfathers
Had I been judge, thou shouldst have had ten more,
To bring ther to the gallows, not the font.

[E.rit Shylock,
Duke. Sir, I entreat you home with me to dinner.

Por. I humbly do desire your grace nf pardon;
1 must away this night toward Padua,
And it is meet I presently set forth.

Duke. I am sorry that your leisure serves you not.
Antonio, gratify this gentleman :
For in my

1. you are much bo

[Exeunt Duke, Magnificoes, and Train.
Bass. Most
Have by your wisdom been this day acquitted
of grievous penalties; in lieu whereof,
Three theusand ducats, due unto the Jew,
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 satisfied ;
And I, delivering you, am satisfied,
And therein de account myself
My mind was never yet more mercenary.

pray you, know me, when meet again;
wish you well, and so I take my leave.

Bass. Dear sir, of force
Take some remembrance of us, as

must attempt you farther;

a tribute,
Not as a fee: grant me two things, I pray sou,
Por. You press me far, and therefore I will yieit.

1'll wear

them for your sake;
And, for your love, I'll take this ring from you :
Do not draw back your hand
And you in love shall not deny me this.

d; I'll take no more;
I will not sharing, good sir,-alas, it is a trille ;

have nothing else but only this;
And now, methinks, I have a mind to it

Base. There's more depends on this than on 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.



Well, peace Portia and Nerissa.

Por. I see, sir, you are liberal in offers;
You taught me first to beg; and now, methinks,
You teach me how a beggar should be

Bass. Good sir, this ring was given me by my wife ;
And, when she put it on, she made me vow,
That I should neither sell, nor give, nor lose it,

Por. That 'scuse serves many men to save their gifts. An if your wife be not a mad woman, And know how well I have deserved this ring, She would not hold out enemy for be with you! For giving it to me.

Ant. My lord Bassanio, let him have the ring;
Be valued 'gainst your wife's commandment.

Bass. Go, Gratiano, run and overtake him,
Give him the ring; and bring him, if thou canst,
Unto Antonio's house :-away, make haste.
Come, you and I will thither presently;
And in the morning early will we both
Fly toward Belmont : Come, Antonio.

[Erit Graliano.


SCENE II.- The same. A Street.

Por. Inquire the Jew's house out, give him this deed,
And let him sign it; we'll away to-night,
And be a day before our husbands home :
This deed will be well welcome to Lorenzo.

Gra. Fair sir, you are well overtaken:
My lord Bassanio, upon more advice,
Hath sent you here this ring; and doth entreat
Your company at dinner.

That cannot be :
This ring I do accept most thankfully,
And so, I pray you, tell him : Furthermore,
I pray you shew my youth old Shylock's house.
Gra. That will I do.

Sir, I would speak with you 'll see if I can get my husband's ring. (To Portia.) Por. Thou may'st, I warrant: We shall have old



That they did give the rings away to men;
But we'll outface them, and outwear them too.
Away, make haste; thou know'st where I will tarry.
Ner. Come, good sir, will you shew me to this house?



ACT V. SCENE I.-Belmont. Avenue to Portia's House.

Lor. The mioon shines bright:- In such a night as
When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees,
And they did make no noise ; in such a night,
Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls,
And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents,
Where Cressid lay that night.

In such a night,
Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew,
And saw the lion's shadow ere himself,
And ran dismay'd away.

In such a night,
Stood Dido with a willow in her hand
Upon the wild sea-banks, and waved her love
To come again to Carthage.

In such a night,
Medea gather'd the enchanted herbs,
That did renew old Æson.

In such a night,
Did Jessica steal from the wealthy Jew;
And with an unthrift love did run from Venice,
As far as Belmont.

And in such a night,
Did young Lorenzo swear he loved her well;
Stealing her soul with many vows of faith,
And ne'er a true one.

And in such a night,
Did pretty Jessica, like a little shrew,
Slander her love, and he forgave it her.

Jes. I would out-night you did nobody come:
But, hark, I hear the footing of a man.

Lor. Who comes so fast in silence of the night?
Steph. A friend.

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Lor. A friend ? what friend ? your name I pray you,

Steph. Stephano is my name ; and I bring word,
My mistress will before the break of day
Be here at Belmont : she doth stray about
By holy crosses, where she kneels and prays
For happy wedlock hours.

Who comes with her!
Steph. None but a holy hermit, and her maid.
I pray you, is my master yet return'!?

Lor. He is not, nor we have not heard from him.-
But go we in, I pray thee, Jessica,
And ceremoniously let us prepare
Some welcome for the mistress of the house.

Laun. Sola, sola, wo ha, ho, sola, sola
Lor. Who calls ?

Laun. Sola! did you see master Lorenzo, and mistress Lorenzo ? sola, sola!

Lor. Leave hollaing, man; here.
Laun. Sola! where? where?
Lor. Here,

Laun. Tell him, there's a post come from my
master, with his horn full of good news; my master
will be here ere morning.
Lor. Sweet soul, let's in, and there expect their

And yet no matter :- Why should we go in?
My friend Stephano, signify, I pray you,
Within the house, your mistress is at hand;
And bring your music forth into the air.-

[Erit Stephano.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank !
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music,
Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night,
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
şit, Jessica: Look, how the floor of heaven

thick inlaid with patines of bright gold;
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st,
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-ever cherubins :
Such harmony is in immortal souls ;
But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.-

Enter Musicians.
Come, ho, and wake Diana with a hymn;

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With sweetest touches pierce your mistress' ear,
And draw her home with music.
Jes. I am never merry, when I hear sweet music.

Lor. The reason is, your spirits are attentive :
For do but note a wild and wanton herd,
Or race of youthful and unhandled colts,
Fetching mad bounds, bellowing, and neighing loud,
Which is the hot condition of their blood;
If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound,
Or any air of music touch their ears,
You shall perceive them make a mutual stand,
Their savage eyes turu'd to a modest gaze,
By the sweet power of music: Therefore, the poet
Did reign, that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods ;
Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage,
But music for the time doth change his nature:
The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus :
Let no such man be trusted.-Mark the music.

Enter PORTIA and NERISSA, at a distance.
Por. That light, we see, is burning in my hall.
How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Ner. When the moon shone, we did not see the

Por. So doth the greater glory dim the less :
A substitute shines brightly as a king,
Until a king be by; and then his state
Empties itsell, as doth an inland brook
Into the main of waters. Music! hark !

Ner. It is your music, madam, of the house.
Por. Nothing is good, I see, without respect;
Methinks, it sounds

much sweeter than by day.
Ner. Silence bestows that virtue on it, madam.
Por. The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark,
When neither is attended; and, I think,
The nightingale, If she should sing by day,
When every goose is cackling. would be thought
No better a musician than the wren.
How many things by season season'u are
To their right praise, and true perfection!-
Peace, hoa! the moon sleeps with Endymion,
Aud would not be awaked!

(Music ceases.)

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