And yet thy wealth being forfeit to the state, Duke. That thou may'ft fee the diff'rence of our I pardon thee thy life before thou afk it. [fpirit, Por. Ay, for the state; not for Anthonio. Shy. Nay, take my life and all: pardon not that. You take my houfe, when you do take the prop That doth fuftain my houfe: you take my life, When you do take the means whereby I live. Por. What mercy can you render him, Anthonio? Gra. A halter gratis; nothing else, for God's fake. Ant. So please my Lord the Duke, and all the court, To quit the fine for one half of his goods, I am content; fo he will let me have The other half in ufe, to render it Two things provided more, that for this favour The other, that he do record a gift Here in the court, of all he dies poffefs'd, Duke. He fhall do this, or else I do recant The pardon that I late pronounced here. Por. Art thou contented, Jew? what doft thou fay? Shy. I am content. Por. Clerk, draw a deed of gift. Shy. I pray you give me leave to go from hence; I am not well; fend the deed after me, And I will fign it. Duke. Get thee gone, but do it. Gra. In chrift'ning thou fhalt have two godfathers. Had I been judge, thou fhould't have had ten more, To bring thee to the gallows, not the font. [Exit Shylock. Duke. Sir, I intreat you home with me to dinner. Por. I humbly do defire your Grace of pardon; I must away this night to Padua. And And it is meet I prefently fet forth. Duke. I'm forry that your leifure ferves you not. Anthonio, gratify this gentleman; For in my mind you are much bound to him. [Exit Duke and his train. III. SCENE Baff. Moft worthy Gentleman! I and my friend Por. He is well paid that is well fatisfy'd ; Ba. Dear fir, of force I must attempt you further. ; Por. You prefs me far, and therefore I will yield, Give me your gloves, I'll wear 'em for your fake And, for your love, I'll take this ring from you. Do not draw back your hand, I'll take no more; And you in love fhall not deny me this. Bal. This ring, good Sir, alas, it is a trifle; I will not fhame myfelf to give you this. Por. I will have nothing elfe but only this; And now, methinks, I have a mind to it. Ba. There's more depends on this, than on the value. The dearest ring in Venice will I give you, Only for this, I pray you, pardon me. Por. I fee, Sir, your are liberal in offers ; You taught me firft to beg; and now, methinks, You teach me how a beggar fhould be answer'd. Baf. Good Sir, this ring was giv'n me by my wife. And, R 2 And, when fhe put it on, fhe made me vow, Por. That 'fcufe ferves many men to fave their gifts; And if your wife be not a mad woman, And know how well I have deferv'd the ring, For giving it to me. Well, peace be with you! [Exit with Neriffa. Ant. My Lord Baffanio, let him have the ring.Let his defervings, and my love withal, Be valu'd 'gainst your wife's commandment. Baff. Go, Gratiano, run and overtake him, Give him the ring; and bring him, if thou can'st, Unto Anthonio's houfe: away, make haste. [Exit Gra. Come, you and I will thither presently; And in the morning early will we both Fly toward Belmont; come, Anthonio. Re-enter Fortia with Neriffa. [Exeunt. Por. Inquire the Jew's houfe out, give him this deed, And let him fign it; we'll away to-night, And be a day before our husbands home: Enter Gratiano. Gra. Fair Sir, you are well o'erta'en : Por. That cannot be. This ring I do accept moft thankfully, And fo, I pray you, tell him; furthermore, I pray you, fhew my youth old Shylock's houfe. Ner. Sir, I would fpeak with you. We fhall have old I' fee if I can get my husband's ring: [To Por. Ner. Come, good Sir, will you fhew me to this houfe? [Exeunt. ACT ACT. V. SCENE I. Belmont. A grove or green place before Portia's house. Enter Lorenzo and Jeffica, Lor. THE HE moon fhines bright: in fuch a night as When the fweet wind did gently kifs the trees, Jef. In fuch a night Did Thisbe fearfully o'er-trip the dew; Lor. In fuch a night Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild fea-banks, and wav'd her love Jef. In fuch a night Medea gather'd the inchanted herbs, Lor. In fuch a night Did Jeflica fteal from the wealthy Jew, And with an unthrift love did run from Venice, Jef. And in fuch a night Did young Lorenzo fwear he lov'd her well; Lor. And in fuch a night Did pretty Jeffica, (like a little fhrew), Jef. I would out-night you, did no body come: But hark, I hear the footing of a man. Enter Stephano. Lor. Who comes fo faft in filence of the night? Lor. What friend? Your name, I pray you, friend? Mef. Mef. Stephano is my name, and I bring word, Be here at Belmont: fhe doth stray about Lor. Who comes with her ? Mef. None but a holy hermit and her maid. I pray you, is my mafter yet return'd? Lor. He is not, nor have we yet heard from him. But go we in, I pray thee, Jeffica, And ceremonioufly let us prepare Some welcome for the mitrels of the house. Laun. Sola, fola, wo ha, ho, fola, fola! Lor. Who calls? Laun. Sola! did you fee Mafter Lorenzo and Mistrefs Lorenzo? fola, fola ! Lor. Leave hollowing, man: here. Laun. Sola! where? where? Lor. Here. Laun. Tell him, there's a poft come from my mafter with his horn full of good news. My mafter will be here ere morning. Lor. Sweet love, let's in, and there expect their And yet no matter: Why should we go in? [coming. My friend Stephano, fignify, I pray you, Within the house, your mistress is at hand; [Exit Stephano. And bring your mufic forth into the air, 'How sweet the moon-light fleeps upon this bank!. 'Here will we fit, and let the founds of mufic Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night Become the touches of fweet harmony. Sit, Jeffica: look how the floor of heav'n Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubims; But whilft this muddy vefture of decay Doth grofsly clofe us in, we cannot hear it.' Come, |