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Nor well, unless in mind; his letter there
[Bussanio opens the Letter. Gra. Nerissa, cheer yon stranger: bid her wel
come Your hand Salanio; what's the news from Venice? How doth that royal merchant, good Anthonio? I know he will be glad of our success; We are the Jasons, we have won the fleece. Sal. Would you had won the fleece that he hath lost!
(same paper, Por. There are some shrewd contents in yon That steal the colour from Bassanio's cheek : Some dear friend dead; else nothing in the world, Could turn so much the constitution Of any constant man. What, worse and worse ! With leave, Bassanio, I am half yourself, And I must have the half of any thing, That this same paper brings you.
Bass. O sweet Portia! Here are a few of the unpleasan'st words That ever blotted paper. Gentle lady, When I did first impart my love to you, I freely told you all the wealth I had Ran in my veins. I was a gentleman ; And then I told you true ; and yet, dear lady, Rating myself at nothing, you shall see How much I was a braggart: when I told you,
My state was nothing, I should then have told you,
Sal. Not one my lord.
Jes. When I was with him I have heard him To Tubal and to Chus, his countrymen, (swear,
That he would rather have Anthonio's flesh
Por. Is it your dear friend, that is thus in trou
Bass. The dearest friend to me, the kindest man,
Por. What sum owes he the Jew ?
Por. What, no more?
BASSANIO reads. Sweet Bassanio, my ships have all miscarried, and 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 me, if I might but see you at my death ; notwithstanding, use your pleasure. If your love do not persuade you to come, let not my letter.
Por. O, love! dispatch all business, and be gone,
Bass. Since I have your good leave to go away, I will make haste; but till I come again, No bed shall e'er be guilty of my stay ; No rest be interposer ’twixt us twain. [Exeunt.
Enter Shylock, SOLARINO, ANTHONIO,
and the Jailer. Shy. Jailer, look to him ; (56) tell not me of This is the fool that lent out money gratis.[mercy, Jailer, look to him.,
Anth. Hear me yet, good Shylock. [bond ;
Shy. I'll have my bond ; speak not against my I've sworn an oath, that I will have my bond.
(56) Jailer look to him. The repetition of this expression seems to prove that the jailer is to be found in what was the prototype of Bernardo in Hamlet, drawn in fig. 47; which prototype looks, in fact, directly upon Anthonio,
Thou call’dst me dog, before thou hadst a cause ;
Anth. I pray thee, hear me speak. (speak ;
Shy. I'll have my bond : I will not hear thee I'll have my bond ; and therefore speak no more, I'll not be made a soft and dull-ey'd fool, To shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yield, To christian intercessórs. Follow not; I'll have no speaking ; I'll have my bond.
[Exit Shy. · Sola. It is the most impenetrable cur, That ever kept with men.
Anth. Let him alone.
Sola. I am sure the duke
Anth. The duke cannot deny the course of law;