Tarry, Jew; I'll stay no longer question. Por. The law hath yet another hold on you. The party, 'gainst the which he doth contrive, Thou hast contriv'd against the very life Gra. Beg, that thou may'st have leave to hang thyself: And yet, thy wealth being forfeit to the state, spirit, I pardon thee thy life before thou ask it: You take my house, when you do take the prop court, To quit the fine for one half of his goods; I am content, so he will let me have That lately stole his daughter : Two things provided more, -That, for this favour, He presently become a Christian; The other, that he do record a gift, Here in the court, of all he dies possess'd, Duke. He shall do this, or else I do recant The pardon, that I late pronounced here. Por. Art thou contented, Jew, what dost thou say? Shy. I am content. Por. Clerk, draw a deed of gift. Shy. I pray you, give me leave to go from hence; I am not well; send the deed after me, And I will sign it. Get thee gone, but do it. Gra. In christening thou shalt have two god fathers; Had I been judge, thou should'st have had ten more, To bring thee to the gallows, not the font. [Exit Shylock. Duke. Sir, I entreat you home with me to dinner. I must away this night toward Padua, Duke. I am sorry, that your leisure serves you not. Antonio, gratify this gentleman; For, in my mind, you are much bound to him. [Exeunt Duke, magnificoes, and train. Bass. Most worthy gentleman, I and my friend, Have by your wisdom been this day acquitted Of grievous penalties; in lieu whereof, Three thousand ducats, due unto the Jew, We freely cope your courteous pains withal. Ant. And stand indebted, over and above, Por. He is well paid, that is well satisfied; Bass. Dear sir, of force I must attempt you fur ther; Take some remembrance of us, as a tribute, Por. You press me far, and therefore I will yield. Give me your gloves, I'll wear them for your sake; And, for your love, I'll take this ring from you:Do not draw back your hand; I'll take no more; And you in love shall not deny me this. Bass. This ring, good sir,-alas, it is a trifle; I will not shame myself to give you this. Por. I will have nothing else but only this; And now, methinks, I have a mind to it. Bass. There's more depends on this, than on the value. The dearest ring in Venice will I give you, Por. I see, sir, you are liberal in offers : wife; And, when she put it on, she made me vow, gifts. An if your wife be not a mad woman, For giving it to me. Well, peace peace be with you! Ant. My lord Bassanio, let him have the ring; [Exit Gratiano. Come, you and I will thither presently; SCENE II. The same. A street. Enter Portia and Nerissa. [Exeunt. Por. Inquire the Jew's house out, give him this deed, And let him sign it; we'll away to-night, This deed will be well welcome to Lorenzo. Enter Gratiano. Gra. Fair sir, you are well overtaken : My lord Bassanio, upon more advice*, Hath sent you here this ring; and doth entreat Your company at dinner. Por. That cannot be : This ring I do accept most thankfully, And so, I pray you, tell him: Furthermore, I pray you, show my youth old Shylock's house. Gra. That will I do. Ner. Sir, I would speak with you : I'll see if I can get my husband's ring, [To Portia. Which I did make him swear to keep for ever. * Reflection. Por. Thou may'st, I warrant: We shall have old swearing, That they did give the rings away to men; house ? ACT V. this [Exeunt. SCENE I. Belmont. Avenue to Portia's house. Enter Lorenzo and Jessica. Lor. The moon shines bright :-In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, Jes. Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew; In such a night, In such a night, And saw the lion's shadow ere himself, And ran dismay'd away. Lor. Stood Dido with a willow in her hand Upon the wild sea-banks, and wav'd her love To come again to Carthage. Jes. Medea gather'd the enchanted herbs That did renew old Æson. Lor. In such a night, In such a night, Did Jessica steal from the wealthy Jew: And with an unthrift love did run from Venice, As far as Belmont. Jes. And in such a night, Did young Lorenzo swear he lov'd her well; And ne'er a true one. Lor. And in such a night, |