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water-thieves and land-thieves; I mean, pirates; and then there is the peril of waters, winds and rocks. The man is, notwithitanding, fufficient; three thousand ducats ? I think, I may take his bond.
Baf. Be affur’d, you may.
Shy. I will be assur’d, I may; and that I may be arfur’d, I will bethink me; may I speak with Anthonio?
Bal. If it please you to dine with us.
with news on the Ryalto?? who is he, comes here?
Sby. (A fide. ] How like a fawning Publican he looks!
Bal. Shylock, do you hear?
Anth. Shylock, although I neither lend nor borrow By taking, nor by giving of excess,
Yet, to supply the ripe wants of my friend,
would ? Shy, Ay, ay, three thousand ducats. Anth. And for three months.
Shy. I had forgot, three months, you told me fo; Well then, your bond; and let me see,—but hear you, Methought, you said, you neither lend nor borrow Upon advantage.
Anth. I do never use it.
Shy. When Jacob graz’d his uncle Laban's sheep,
Anth. And what of him? did he take interest ?
Shy. No, not take int’reft; not, as you would say, Directly, int'rest; mark, what Jacob did. When Laban and himself were compromis’d, That all the yeanlings, which were freak'd and pied, Should fall as Jacob's hire; the ewes being rank, In th' end of autumn turned to the rams; And when the work of generation was Between these woolly breeders in the act, The skilful shepherd peeld me certain wands; And, in the doing of the deed of kind, He stuck them up before the fulsome ewes ; Who, then conceiving, did in yeaning time Fall party-colour'd la.nbs, and those were Jacob's. This was a way to thrive, and he was bleft; And thrift is blessing, if men steal it not.
Anth. This was a venture, Sir, that Jacob serv'd for; A thing not in his pow'r to bring to pass, But sway'd, and famion'd, by the hand of heav'n. Was this inserted to make int'reft good ? Or is your gold, and silver, ewes and rams?
Shy. I cannot tell; I make it breed as fast;
Anth. Mark you this, Bassanio ?
An evil soul, producing holy witness,
Shy. Three thousand ducats! ’tis a good round sum. Three months from twelve, then let me see the rate.
Anth. Well, Shylock, Thall we be beholden to you.
Shy. Signior Anthonio, many a time and oft
, you need my help:
Anth. I am as like to call thee so again,
But (7) A breed of barren nietal] Meaning, money at usury, money that breed's more, as Mr. Pope explains it. Confonant to this phrasé, the Lati:s explain't interest thus; fænus, fætur accepti: and the Greeks called it tóxos: both which expreflions take in our poet's idea of a breed. See Non. Marcellus in v. funus, & mi.turm; and Grinovius de
But lend it rather to thine enemy;
Shy. Why, how you storm ?
Anth. This were kindness.
Shy. This kindness will I how;
Anth. Content, in faith ; I'll seal to such a bond,
Bal. You shall not seal to such a bond for me, I'll rather dwell in my necessity.
Anth. Why, fear not, man ; I will not forfeit it ; Within these two months (that's a month before This bond expires) I do expect return Of thrice three times the value of this bond.
Shy. O father Abraham, what these christians are! Whose own hard dealings teach them to suspect The thoughts of others ! pray you, tell me this, If he should break his day, what should I gain By the exaction of the forfeiture ? Sefterriis. As for the contradiction betwixt breed, and barren, it is a poetical beauty in which Claudian, among the Claics, particularly abounds. Besides, in this epithet, perhaps (as Mr. Warburton ingeniously hinted to me,) our author wouid ihew us the reason on which the advocates against Ujury went; and which is the only one they use: That metal is a barren thing; and cannot, like corn and cattle, multiply itself: and therefore it is unjul, that interest should be taken for it: for the most fuperftiticus in this regard allow the taking interest for fruits, corri, cattle, &c.
my love, I
A pound cf man's flesh, taken from a man,
u; And for
pray you, wrong me not.
Shy. Then meet me forthwith at the Notary's.
[Exit. Anth. Hic thee, gentle Jew. This Hebrew will turn christian; he
Baf. Uike not fair terms, and a villain's mind.
Anth. Come on, in this there can be no dismay; My ships come home a month before the day. [Exeunt.
Enter Morochius, a Tawny-Moor, all in white; and three or four Followers accordingly; with Portia, Nerissa, and her train. Flo. Cornets.
The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd fun,