I must be married to my brother's daughter,
Or else my kingdom stands on brittle glass:
Murder her brothers, and then marry her!
Uncertain way of gain! But I am in
So far in blood, that sin will pluck on sin :
Tear-falling pity dwells not in this eye.

Re-enter Page, with TYRREL.

Is thy name Tyrrel?

Tyr. James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject.
K. Rich. Art thou, indeed?

Tyr.

Prove me, my gracious lord. K. Rich. Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of mine? Tyr. Please you, but I had rather kill two enemies. K. Rich. Why, then thou hast it: two deep enemies, Foes to my rest, and my sweet sleep's disturbers, Are they that I would have thee deal upon :

Tyrrel, I mean those princes in the Tower.

Tyr. Let me have open means to come to them,

And soon I'll rid you from the fear of them.

K. Rich. Thou sing'st sweet music. Hark, come hither,

Tyrrel :

Go, by this token: rise, and lend thine ear:

There is no more but so: say, it is done,
And I will love thee, and prefer thee for it.
Tyr. I will despatch it straight.

Re-enter BUCKINGHAM.

Buck. My lord, I have considered in my mind

The late request that you did sound me in.

[Whispers.

[Exit.

K. Rich. Well, let that rest. Dorset is fled to Richmond. Buck. I hear the news, my lord.

K. Rich. Stanley, he is your wife's son :-well, look to it. Buck. My lord, I claim the gift, my due by promise, For which your honour and your faith is pawn'd: The earldom of Hereford, and the movables, Which you have promised I shall possess.

K. Rich. Stanley, look to your wife: if she convey Letters to Richmond, you shall answer it.

Buck. What says your highness to my just request?

K. Rich. I do remember me,-Henry the Sixth
Did prophesy that Richmond should be king,
When Richmond was a little peevish boy.
A king!-perhaps

Buck. My lord!

K. Rich. How chance the prophet could not at that time Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him?

Buck. My lord, your promise for the earldom

K. Rich. Richmond! When last I was at Exeter,
The mayor in courtesy shew'd me the castle,
And call'd it Rouge-mont: at which name I started,
Because a bard of Ireland told me once

I should not live long after I saw Richmond.
Buck. My lord!

K. Rich.

Ay, what's o'clock ?

Buck. I am thus bold to put your grace in mind Of what you promis'd me.

K. Rich.

Well, but what's o'clock ?

Well, let it strike.

Buck. Upon the stroke of ten.

K. Rich.

Buck. Why let it strike?

K. Rich. Because that, like a Jack, thou keep'st the stroke Betwixt thy begging and my meditation.

I am not in the giving vein to-day.

Buck. Why, then resolve me whether you will or no.
K. Rich. Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein.

Exeunt KING RICHARD and train.

Buck. And is it thus ? repays he my deep service
With such contempt? made I him king for this?
O, let me think on Hastings, and be gone
To Brecknock, while my fearful head is on!

[Exit.

The Merchant of Venice.

ACT I., SCENE III.-A PUBLIC PLACE IN VENICE.

Shy. Three thousand ducats,—well.

Bass. Ay, sir, for three months.

Shy. For three months,-well.

Bass. For the which, as I told you, Antonio shall be bound. Shy. Antonio shall become bound,—well.

Bass. May you stead me? Will you pleasure me? Shall I know your answer?

Shy. Three thousand ducats, for three months, and Antonio bound.

Bass. Your answer to that.

Shy. Antonio is a good man?

Bass. Have you heard any imputation to the contrary? Shy. Ho, no, no, no, no ;-my meaning, in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me, that he is sufficient. Yet his means are in supposition: he hath an argosy bound to Tripolis, another to the Indies; I understand, moreover, upon the Rialto, he hath a third at Mexico, a fourth for England; and other ventures he hath, squander'd abroad. But ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be land-rats, and waterrats, land-thieves, and water-thieves,-I mean, pirates; and then, there is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks. The man is, notwithstanding, sufficient;-three thousand ducats:-I think I may take his bond.

Bass. Be assured you may.

Shy. I will be assured I may; and, that I may be assured, I will bethink me. May I speak with Antonio ?

Bass. If it please you to dine with us.

Shy. Yes, to smell pork; I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you. news on the Rialto?-Who is he comes here?

Enter ANTONIO.

Bass. This is signior Antonio.

Shy. [Aside.] How like a fawning publican he looks! I hate him for he is a Christian :

But more, for that, in low simplicity,

He lends out money gratis, and brings down
The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
If I can catch him once upon the hip,

I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
He hates our sacred nation; and he rails,
Even there where merchants most do congregate,

What

On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift,
Which he calls interest. Cursed be

If I forgive him!

Bass.

my tribe,

Shylock, do you hear?

Shy. I am debating of my present store; And, by the near guess of my memory,

I cannot instantly raise up the gross

Of full three thousand ducats. What of that?
Tubal, a wealthy Hebrew of my tribe,

Will furnish me. But soft! How many months
Do you desire? Rest you fair, good signior;

[TO ANTONIO.
Your worship was the last man in our mouths.
Ant. Shylock, albeit I neither lend nor borrow,
By taking, nor by giving of excess,

Yet, to supply the ripe wants of my friend,
I'll break a custom.-Is he yet possess'd,
How much you would?

Shy.

Ay, ay, three thousand ducats.

Ant. And for three months.

Shy. I had forgot, three months, you told me so. Well then, your bond; and, let me see,

-but hear you;

Methought, you said, you neither lend nor borrow
Upon advantage.

Ant.

I do never use it.

Shy. Three thousand ducats,-'tis a good round sum. Three months from twelve, then, let me see, the rateAnt. Well, Shylock, shall we be beholding to you? Shy. Signior Antonio, many a time and oft,

In the Rialto, you have rated me

About my moneys, and my usances :
Still have I borne it with a patient shrug;
For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe;
You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,
And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine,
And all for use of that which is mine own.
Well then, it now appears, you need my help;
Go to, then; you come to me, and you say,
Shylock, we would have moneys. You say so;
You, that did void your rheum upon my beard,

And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur
Over your threshold; moneys is your suit.
What should I say to you? Should I not say,
Hath a dog money? Is it possible

A cur can lend three thousand ducats? Or
Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key,
With bated breath, and whispering humbleness,
Say this,-

Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last;
You spurned me such a day; another time
You call'd me-dog; and for these courtesies
Ill lend you thus much moneys.

Ant. I am as like to call thee so again,
To spit on thee again, to spurn thee too.
If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not

As to thy friends; (for when did friendship take A breed for barren metal of his friend?)

But lend it rather to thine enemy;

Who, if he break, thou may'st with better face
Exact the penalty.

Shy.
Why, look you, how you storm!
I would be friends with you, and have your love,
Forget the shames that you have stain'd me with,
Supply your present wants, and take no doit

Of usance for my moneys, and you'll not hear me : This is kind I offer.

Ant. This were kindness.
Shy.
Go with me to a notary, seal me there
Your single bond; and, in a merry sport,
If you repay me not on such a day,

This kindness will I show.

In such a place, such sum, or sums, as are
Express'd in the condition, let the forfeit
Be nominated for an equal pound

Of your fair flesh, to be cut off and taken
In what part of your body pleaseth me.

Ant. Content, in faith; I'll seal to such a bond,

And say there is much kindness in the Jew.

Bass. You shall not seal to such a bond for me: I'll rather dwell in my necessity.