18271821Iessi. Well, ile set you forth. Exit.

18301824Duke. What, is Anthonio heere?

18311825Antho. Ready, so please your grace?

18321826Duke. I am sorry for thee, thou art come to aunswere

18331827a stonie aduersarie, an inhumaine wretch,

18341828vncapable of pitty, voyd, and empty

18351829from any dram of mercie.

18361830Antho. I haue heard

18371831your grace hath tane great paines to quallifie

18381832his rigorous course; but since he stands obdurate,

18391833And that no lawfull meanes can carry me

18401834out of his enuies reach, I doe oppose

18411835my patience to his furie, and am armd

18421836to suffer with a quietnes of spirit,

18431837the very tiranny and rage of his.

18441838Duke. Goe one and call the Iew into the Court.

18451839Salerio. He is ready at the dore, he comes my Lord.

18471841Duke. Make roome, and let him stand before our face.

18481842Shylocke the world thinks, and I thinke so to

18491843that thou but leadest this fashion of thy mallice

18501844to the last houre of act, and then tis thought

18511845thowlt shew thy mercy and remorse more strange,

18521846than is thy strange apparant cruelty;

18531847and where thou now exacts the penalty,

18541848which is a pound of this poore Merchants flesh,

18551849thou wilt not onely loose the forfaiture,

18561850but toucht with humaine gentlenes and loue:

18571851Forgiue a moytie of the principall,

18581852glauncing an eye of pitty on his losses

18591853that haue of late so hudled on his backe,

18601854Enow to presse a royall Merchant downe;

18611855And pluck comiseration of this states

18621856from brassie bosomes and rough harts of flints,

18631857from stubborne Turkes, and Tarters neuer traind

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