This Jacob from our holy Abraham was
(As his wife mother wrought in his behalf)
The third poffeffor; ay, he was the third.

Anth. And what of him? did he take interest?

Shy. No, not take int'reft, not as you would fay
Directly int'reft; mark what Jacob did.
When Laban and himself were compromis'd
That all the yeanlings which were streak'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 & peel'd me certain wands,
And in the doing of the deed of kind,
He stuck them up before the fulfome ewes ;
Who then conceiving, did in yeaning time
Fall party-colour'd lambs, and those were Jacob's.
This was a way to thrive, and he was bleft;
And thrift is bleffing, if men steal it not.

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Anth. This was a venture, Sir, that Jacob ferv'd for;
A thing not in his pow'r to bring to pass,

But sway'd and fashion'd by the hand of heav'n.
Was this inferted to make int'reft good?

Or is your gold and filver ewes and rams?
Shy. I cannot tell; I make it breed as fast;
But note me, Signior.

Anth. Mark you this, Bassanio?

The devil can cite fcripture for his purpose.
An evil foul, producing holy witness,
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek,
A goodly apple rotten at the heart.
O what a godly outside falfhood hath!

Shy. Three thousand ducats! 'tis a good round sum.
VOL. II.

C

Three

Three months from twelve, then let me fee the rate.
Anth. Well, Shylock, fhall we be beholden to you?
Shy. Signior Anthonio, many a time and oft
In the Ryalto you have rated me,

About my monies and my usances.
Still have I born it with a patient shrug,
For fufferance 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 monies; you say so,
You that did void your rheume upon my beard,
And foot me, as you spurn a stranger cur
Over your threshold: mony is your suit,
What should I say to you? fhould I not say,
Hath a dog mony? is it poffible

A cur can lend three thousand ducats? or
Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key,
With bated breath, and whisp'ring humbleness,
Say this: fair Sir, you fpit on me laft Wednesday,
You spurn'd me fuch a day; another time
You call'd me dog; and for these curtefies
I'll lend you thus much monies.

Anth. I am as like to call thee fo again,
To spit on thee again, to fpurn thee too.
If thou wilt lend this mony, lend it not

As to thy friend, (for when did friendship take

h

A breed of barren metal of his friend?)

But lend it rather to thine enemy,

Who if he break, thou may'ft with better face

Exact the penalty.

Shy.

h breed of metal, meaning mony at ufury, mony that breeds more ---- The old editi

ons (two of 'em) have it, A bribe of barren metal--

Shy. Why how you ftorm?

I would be friends with you, and have your love,
Forget the shames that you have ftain'd me with,
Supply your present wants, and take no doit

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

Anth. This were kindness.

Shy. This kindness will I fhow;

Go with me to a Notary, feal me there
Your fingle bond, and in a merry sport
If you repay me not on fuch a day,
In fuch a place, fuch fum or fums 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 it fhall please me.
Anth. Content, in faith, I'll feal to fuch a bond,
And say there is much kindness in the Jew.

Baff. You fhall not feal to fuch a bond for me, I'll rather dwell in my neceffity.

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 fufpect
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?

A pound of man's flesh taken from a man,
Is not so estimable or profitable,

As flesh of muttons, beefs, or goats. I fay,
To buy his favour, I extend this friendship:

If he will take it, fo; if not, adieu;

And for my love I pray you wrong me not.
Anth. Yes, Shylock, I will feal unto this bond.
Shy. Then meet me forthwith at the Notary's.
Give him direction for this merry bond,

And I will go and purse the ducats ftrait,
See to my house, left in the fearful guard
Of an unthrifty knave, and presently
I'll be with you.

Anth. Hie thee, gentle Jew.

The Hebrew will turn chriftian, he grows kind.
Baff. I like 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.

[Exit.

[Exeunt.

Enter Morochius a Tawny-Moor all in white, and three or four Followers accordingly, with Portia, Neriffa, and her train. Flo. Cornets.

M

MOROCHI US.

ISLIKE me not for my complection, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd fun, To whom I am a neighbour, and near bred. Bring me the faireft creature northward born, Where Phoebus' fire scarce thaws the ificles, And let us make incifion for your love, To prove whose blood is reddest, his or mine. I tell thee, lady, this aspect of mine

Hath

Hath fear'd the valiant; by my love I fwear,
The best regarded virgins of our clime
Have lov'd it too: I would not change this hue,
Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle Queen.
Por. In terms of choice I am not folely led
By nice direction of a maiden's eyes:
Besides, the lottery of my destiny
Bars me the right of voluntary chufing.
But if my father had not scanted me,
And hedg'd me by his wit to yield my self
His wife, who wins me by that means I told you;
Your felf, renowned Prince, then stood as fair
As any comer I have look'd on yet,

For my affection.

Mer. Ev'n for that I thank you;
Therefore I pray you lead me to the caskets
To try my fortune. By this fcimitar,
That flew the Sophy and a Perfian Prince,
That won three fields of Sultan Solyman,
I would out-stare the fterneft eyes that look,
Out-brave the heart most daring on the earth,
Pluck the young fucking cubs from the fhe-bear,
Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey,
To win thee, lady. But, alas the while!
If Hercules and Lychas play at dice

Which is the better man, the

greater throw

May turn by fortune from the weaker hand:

So is Alcides beaten by his rage,

And fo may I, blind fortune leading me,
Miss that which one unworthier may attain,
And die with grieving.

Por. You must take your chance,
And either not attempt to chuse at all,

Or