SCENE VI. THE TRIAL. The Duke of Venice enters in state, attended by the Magnificoes or Noblemen, to preside at the trial in the Court of Venice. Antonio is brought in, guarded; his friends, Bassanio, Gratiano, Salarino, and Salario come with him. The Court is crowded. The Duke and the Magnificoes take their seats. Duke. What, is Antonio here? Antonio. Ready, so please your grace. Duke. I am sorry for thee: thou art come to answer A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch Uncapable of pity, void and empty From any dram of mercy. Antonio. I have heard, Your grace hath ta'en great pains to qualify His rigorous course; but since he stands obdúrate, And that no lawful means can carry me Out of his envy's reach, I do oppose My patience to his fury; and am armed The very tyranny and rage of his. ΙΟ Duke, Go one, and call the Jew into the court. Salanio. He is ready at the door: he comes, my lord. Enter Shylock with a knife and a pair of scales. The crowd hiss him. 16 Duke. Make room, and let him stand before our face. [Shylock steps forward, and bows to the Duke. Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too, That thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice To the last hour of act; and then, 'tis thought, Thou'lt show thy mercy and remorse more strange Than is thy strange apparent cruelty; And where thou now exact'st the penalty (Which is a pound of this poor merchant's flesh), Thou wilt not only loose the forfeiture, But, touched with human gentleness and love, Forgive a moiety of the principal; 20 25 Glancing an eye of pity on his losses, That have of late so huddled on his back, Enow to press a royal merchant down, And pluck commiseration of his state From brassy bosoms and rough hearts of flint, We all expect a gentle answer, Jew. 30 35 Shylock. I have possessed your grace of what I purpose; And by our holy Sabbath have I sworn To have the due and forfeit of my bond: If you deny it, let the danger light Upon your charter and your city's freedom. You'll ask me, why I rather choose to have A weight of carrion flesh than to receive Three thousand ducats: I'll not answer that; But say it is my humour: is it answered ? What if my house be troubled with a rat, And I be pleased to give ten thousand ducats 40 To have it baned? What, are you answered yet? 45 Some, when they hear the bagpipe: for affection, Of what it likes or loathes. Now, for your answer: 50 Why he cannot abide a gaping pig; So can I give no reason, nor I will not, More than a lodged hate and a certain loathing A losing suit against him. Are you answered? 55 бо Shylock. I am not bound to please thee with my answer. Bassanio. Do all men kill the things they do not love? Shylock. Hates any man the thing he would not kill? Bassanio. Every offence is not a hate at first. Shylock. What, wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice ? 65 Antonio. I pray you, think you question with the Jew: You may as well go stand upon the beach, And bid the main flood bate his usual height; You may as well use question with the wolf, Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb; You may as well forbid the mountain pines 70 To wag their high tops, and to make no noise, As seek to soften that (than which what's harder?) 75 You have among you many a purchased slave, 81 85 90 95 I stand for judgement: answer; shall I have it? Duke. Upon my power I may dismiss this court, 100 Unless Bellario, a learnèd doctor, Whom I have sent for to determine this, Come here to-day. Salarino. My lord, here stays without A messenger with letters from the doctor, 105 Duke. Bring us the letters; call the messenger. Bassanio. Good cheer, Antonio! What, man, courage yet! The Jew shall have my flesh, blood, bones, and all, Ere thou shalt lose for me one drop of blood. [Shylock begins to sharpen his knife slowly on the sole of his shoe. Antonio. I am a tainted wether of the flock, Meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground; and so let me : You cannot better be employed, Bassanio, Than to live still, and write mine epitaph. 110 115 Enter Nerissa, dressed like a lawyer's clerk. Duke. Came you from Padua, from Bellario ? Nerissa. From both, my lord. Bellario greets your grace. [She presents a letter; the Duke opens it. Bassanio. Why dost thou whet thy knife so earnestly? Shylock. To cut the forfeiture from that bankrupt there. 120 Gratiano. Not on thy sole, but on thy soul, harsh Jew, Thou mak'st thy knife keen; but no metal can, No, not the hangman's axe, bear half the keenness Of thy sharp envy. Can no prayers pierce thee? Shylock. No, none that thou hast wit enough to make. Gratiano. Oh, be thou damned, inexorable dog! And for thy life let justice be accused. Thou almost mak'st me waver in my faith, To hold opinion with Pythagoras, That souls of animals infuse themselves Into the trunks of men: thy currish spirit 125 Governed a wolf, who hanged for human slaughter, 130 Are wolfish, bloody, starved, and ravenous. Shylock [with quiet scorn]. Till thou canst rail the seal from off my bond, Thou but offend'st thy lungs to speak so loud: To cureless ruin. I stand here for law. Duke. This letter from Bellario doth commend Nerissa. He attendeth here hard by, 135 140 To know your answer, whether you'll admit him. Duke. With all my heart. Some three or four of you, Go give him courteous conduct to this place. 145 [The Clerk of the Court reads.] 'Your grace shall understand, that at the receipt of your letter I am very sick : but in the instant that your messenger came, in loving visitation was with me a young doctor of Rome; his name is Balthazar. I acquainted him with the cause in 150 controversy between the Jew and Antonio the merchant : we turned o'er many books together: he is furnished with my opinion; which, bettered with his own learning (the greatness whereof I cannot enough commend), comes with him, at my importunity, to fill up your grace's 155 request in my stead. I beseech you, let his lack of years be no impediment to let him lack a reverend estimation; for I never knew so young a body with so old a head. I leave him to your gracious acceptance, whose trial shall better publish his commendation.' Duke. You hear the learned Bellario, what he writes: The Officers usher in Portia, dressed like a doctor of laws. Duke. Portia. Is your name Shylock? Duke. 160 165 Shylock is my name. 170 Portia. Of a strange nature is the suit you follow ; Yet in such rule that the Venetian law Cannot impugn you as you do proceed. [To Antonio.] You stand within his danger, do you not? Antonio. Aye, so he says. Portia. Antonio. I do. Do you confess the bond? 175 Then must the Jew be merciful. |