The Merchant of Venice (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Merchant of Venice.
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2005The pound of flesh which I demand of him
¶Is deerely bought, 'tis mine, and I will haue it.
¶If you deny me; fie vpon your Law,
¶There is no force in the decrees of Venice;
¶Whom I haue sent for to determine this,
¶Come heere to day.
¶New come from Padua.
¶Bass. Good cheere Anthonio. What man, corage yet:
¶Ant. I am a tainted Weather of the flocke,
2025Then to liue still, and write mine Epitaph.
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Enter Nerrissa.
¶Du. Came you from Padua from Bellario?
¶Ner. From both.
¶My Lord Bellario greets your Grace.
¶Iew. To cut the forfeiture from that bankrout there.
¶Thou mak'st thy knife keene: but no mettall can,
2035Of thy sharpe enuy. Can no prayers pierce thee?
¶Gra. O be thou damn'd, inexecrable dogge,
¶And for thy life let iustice be accus'd:
2040To hold opinion with Pythagoras,
¶Gouern'd a Wolfe, who hang'd for humane slaughter,
¶Euen from the gallowes did his fell soule fleet;
2050Repaire thy wit good youth, or it will fall
¶Du. This Letter from Bellario doth commend
¶A yong and Learned Doctor in our Court;
¶Where is he?
2055Ner. He attendeth heere hard by
¶To know your answer, whether you'l admit him.
¶Du. With all my heart. Some three or four of you
¶Go giue him curteous conduct to this place,
¶Meane time the Court shall heare Bellarioes Letter.
¶ctor of Rome, his name is Balthasar: I acquained him with
2065the Merchant: We turn'd ore many Bookes together: hee is
¶furnished with my opinion, which bettred with his owne lear-
¶with him at my importunity, to fill vp your Graces request in
¶yong a body, with so old a head. I leaue him to your gracious
¶
Enter Portia for Balthazar.
¶Duke. You heare the learn'd Bellario what he writes,
2075And heere (I take it) is the Doctor come.
¶Giue me your hand: Came you from old Bellario?
¶Por. I did my Lord.
¶Du. You are welcome: take your place;
¶Are you acquainted with the difference
¶Which is the Merchant heere? and which the Iew?
¶Por. Is your name Shylocke?
2085Iew. Shylocke is my name.
¶Yet in such rule, that the Venetian Law
¶Cannot impugne you as you do proceed.
¶You stand within his danger, do you not?
¶Ant. I do.
¶It droppeth as the gentle raine from heauen
¶Vpon the place beneath. It is twice blest,
2100The throned Monarch better then his Crowne.
¶His Scepter shewes the force of temporall power,
¶The attribute to awe and Maiestie,
¶Wherein doth sit the dread and feare of Kings:
2105It is enthroned in the hearts of Kings,
¶It is an attribute to God himselfe;
¶And that same prayer, doth teach vs all to render
¶The deeds of mercie. I haue spoke thus much
¶To mittigate the iustice of thy plea:
¶Shy. My deeds vpon my head, I craue the Law,
¶The penaltie and forfeite of my bond.
2120Bas. Yes, heere I tender it for him in the Court,
¶I will be bound to pay it ten times ore,
¶On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart:
2125That malice beares downe truth. And I beseech you
¶Wrest once the Law to your authority.
¶To do a great right, do a little wrong,
¶And curbe this cruell diuell of his will.
¶'Twill be recorded for a President,
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