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The bargain of your faith, I do beseech you,
45 Bassanio. With all my heart, so thou canst get a wife.
Gratiano. I thank your lordship, you have got me one. My eyes, my lord, can look as swift as yours ; You saw the mistress, I beheld the maid ; You loved, I loved; for intermission No more pertains to me, my lord, than you. Your fortune stood upon the caskets there And so did mine too, as the matter falls ; For wooing here until I sweat again, And swearing till my very roof was dry
55 With oaths of love, at last,-if promise last, I got a promise of this fair one here, To have her love, provided that your fortune Achieved her mistress. Portia.
Is this true, Nerissa ? Nerissa. Madam, it is, so you stand pleased withal. 60 Bassanio. And do you, Gratiano, mean good faith ? Gratiano. Yes, 'faith, my lord. Bassanio. Our feast shall be much honoured in your
marriage. But who comes here ? Lorenzo and his infidel ? What, and my old Venetian friend, Salanio ?
Enter Lorenzo, Jessica, and Salanio.
70 They are entirely welcome.
Lorenzo. I thank your honour. For my part, my lord, My purpose was not to have seen you here; But meeting with Salanio by the way, He did entreat me, past all saying nay,
75 To come with him along. Salanio.
I did, my lord ;
Ere I ope his letter,
I pray you, tell me how my good friend doth.
Salanio. Not sick, my lord, unless it be in mind ; 80
Letter. Portia notices him start and turn pale at
the opening words.
hath lost !
(She goes to Bassanio.
Bassanio [deeply moved]. O sweet Portia,
From Lisbon, Barbary, and India ?
Not one, my lord.
Jessica. When I was with him, I have heard him swear, To Tubal and to Chus, his countrymen,
131 That he would rather have Antonio's flesh Than twenty times the value of the sum That he did owe him : and I know, my lord, If law, authority, and power deny not,
135 It will go hard with poor Antonio.
Portia. Is it your dear friend that is thus in trouble ?
Bassanio. The dearest friend to me, the kindest man, The best-conditioned and unwearied spirit In doing courtesies; and one in whom
140 The ancient Roman honour more appears, Than any that draws breath in Italy.
Portia. What sum owes he the Jew ?
What, no more ?
150 For never shall you lie by Portia's side With an unquiet soul. You shall have gold To pay the petty debt twenty times over : When it is paid, bring your true friend along. My maid Nerissa and myself, meantime,
Will live as maids and widows. Come, away;
160 [Bassanio, unable to speak, silently puts the letter in
her hand, and she reads it aloud. Sweet Bassanio, my ships have all miscarried, my creditors grow cruel, my estate is very low, my bond to the Jew is forfeit; and since, in paying it, it is impossible I should live, all debts are cleared between you and I, if I might but see you at my death. Notwithstanding, 165 use your pleasure if your love do not persuade you to come, let not my letter.'
O love, dispatch all business and be gone.
he is gone, Portia leaves Lorenzo and Jessica in charge
Shall they see us ?
180 Like a fine bragging youth ; and tell quaint lies, How honourable ladies sought my love, Which I denying, they fell sick and died, I could not do withal; then I'll repent, And wish, for all that, that I had not killed them : And twenty of these puny lies I'll tell, That men shall swear I have discontinued school About a twelvemonth, I have within my mind A thousand raw tricks of these bragging Jacks, Which I will practise.
Why, shall we turn to men ? 190 Portia. But come, I'll tell thee all my whole device When I am in my coach, which stays for us At the park gate; and therefore haste away, For we must measure twenty miles to-day. [Exeunt.
SCENE V. FORFEIT. Enter Shylock, Salarino, Antonio, and Gaoler. Shylock. Gaoler, look to him ; tell not me of mercy; This is the fool that lends out money gratis : Gaoler, look to him. Antonio.
Hear me yet, good Shylock. Shylock. I'll have my bond ; speak not against my
bond ! I have sworn an oath that I will have my bond. 5 Thou call’dst me dog before thou hadst a cause ; But, since I am a dog, beware my fangs : The Duke shall grant me justice. I do wonder, Thou naughty gaoler, that thou art so fond To come abroad with him at his request.
Antonio. I pray thee, hear me speak.
Salarino. It is the most impenetrable cur
Let him alone;
I am sure the Duke
25 Antonio. The Duke cannot deny the course of law : Well, gaoler, on. Pray God, Bassanio come To see me pay his debt, and then I care not !