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Of full three thousand ducats: what of that?
Tubal, a wealthy Hebrew of my tribe,
Will furnish me.-But, soft; how many months
Do you desire?-Rest you fair, good signior;
Your worship was the last man in our mouths.
Ant. Shylock, albeit I neither lend nor borrow,
By taking, nor by giving of excess,

Yet to supply the ripe wants of my friend,
I'll break a custom :-Is he yet possessed,
How much you would?

Shy. Ay, ay, three thousand ducats.

Ant. And for three months.

Shy. I had forgot,-three months, you told me so. Well then, your bond; and, let me see.--But hear you: Methought you said, you neither lend nor borrow Upon advantage.

Ant. I do never use it.

Shy. Three thousand ducats—'tis a good round sum,
Three months from twelve; then let me see the rate.
Ant. Well, Shylock, shall we be beholden to you?
Shy. Signior Antonio, many a time and oft,
On the Rialto, you have rated me
About my monies and my usances:

Still have I borne it with a patient shrug;
For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,
And spit upon my Jewish gabardine ;
And all for use of that which is mine own.
Well, then, it now appears you need my help:
Go to, then; you come to me, and you say,

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Shylock, we would have monies:" you say so;
You, that did void your rheum upon my beard,
And foot me, as you spurn a stranger cur
Over your threshold: monies is your suit.
What should I say to you? Should I not say,
"Hath a dog money? Is it possible

A cur can lend three thousand ducats?" Or
Shall I bend low, and, in a bondman's key,
With bated breath, and whispering humbleness,
Say this:-

"Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last;
You spurned me such a day; another time
You called me dog; and, for these courtesies,
I'll lend you this much monies?"

Ant. I am as like to call thee so again,
To spit on thee again, to spurn thee too.
If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not
As to thy friends-for when did friendship take
A breed for barren metal of his friend?
But lend it rather to thine enemy;

Who, if he break, thou mayst with better face
Exact the penalty.

Shy. Why, look you how you storm!

I would be friends with you, and have your love,
Forget the shames that you have stained me with,
Supply your present wants, and take no doit

Of usance for my monies; and you'll not hear me.
This is kind I offer.

Ant. This were kindness.

Shy. This kindness will I show:—
Go with me to a notary, seal me there
Your single bond; and, in a merry sport,
If you repay me not on such a day,
In such a place, such sum or sums as are
Expressed in the condition, let the forfeit
Be nominated for an equal pound

Of your fair flesh, to be cut off and taken
In what part of your body pleaseth me.
Ant. Content, in faith;

And say, there is much kindness in the Jew.

Bass. You shall not seal to such a bond for me.

I'd rather dwell in my necessity.

Ant. Why, fear not, man; I will not forfeit it: Within these two months, that's a month before This bond expires, I do expect return

Of thrice three times the value of this bond.

Shy. O father Abraham! what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealings teach them to suspect The thoughts of others!-'Pray you, tell me this: If he should break his day, what should I gain

By the exaction of the forfeiture?
A pound of man's flesh, taken from a man,
Is not so estimable, profitable neither,
As flesh of muttons, beefs, or goats. I say,
To buy his favour, I extend this friendship:
If he will take it, so; if not, adieu:
And for my love, I pray you, wrong me not.

Ant. Yes, Shylock, I will seal unto this bond.
Shy. Then meet me forthwith at the notary's;
Give him direction for this merry bond,

And I will go and purse the ducats straight:
See to my house, left in the fearful guard

Of an unthrifty knave; and presently

I will be with you.

Ant. Hie thee, gentle Jew.

[Exit Shylock.

This Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.
Bass. I like not fair terms, and a villain's mind.
Ant. Come on, in this there can be no dismay;
My ships come home a month before the day.

V.-SHYLOCK JUSTIFYING HIS REVENGE.

(SHAKSPERE.)

IF it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million! laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated my enemies! And what's his reason? I am a Jew! Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands? organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Is he not fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same summer and winter, as a Christian is? If you stab us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that! If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a

Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge! The villany you teach me I will execute; and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.

VI.-ANTONY AND VENTIDIUS.

Vent. Are you Antony?

(DRYDEN.)

I'm liker what I was, than you to him

I left you last.

Ant. I'm angry.

Vent. So am I.

Ant. I would be private: leave me.

Vent. Sir, I love you,

And therefore will not leave you.

Ant. Will not leave me!

Where have you learned that answer? Who am I?
Vent. My emperor; the man I love next heaven:
If I said more, I think 'twere scarce a sin.
You're all that's good and god-like.

Ant. All that's wretched.

You will not leave me, then?

Vent. "Twas too presuming

To say I would not; but I dare not leave you:
And 'tis unkind in you to chide me hence
So soon, when I so far have come to see you.

Ant. Now thou hast seen me, art thou satisfied?
For if a friend, thou hast beheld enough;
And if a foe, too much.

Vent. Look, emperor; this is no common dew;
[Weeping.

I have not wept this forty years; but now

My mother comes afresh into my eyes.

I cannot help her softness.

Ant. By Heaven, he weeps! poor, good old man, he weeps!

The big round drops course one another down

The furrows of his cheeks.-Stop them, Ventidius,

Or I shall blush to death: they set my shame,
That caused them, full before me.

Vent. I'll do my best.

Ant. Sure there's contagion in the tears of friends:
See, I have caught it too. Believe me, 'tis not
For my own griefs, but thine.—Nay, father!
Vent. Emperor.

Ant. Emperor! why, that's the style of victory;
The conquering soldier, red with unfelt wounds,
Salutes his general so; but never more
Shall that sound reach my ears.

Vent. I warrant you.

Ant. Actium, Actium! oh!—

Vent. It sits too near you.

Ant. Here, here it lies; a lump of lead by day, And, in my short, distracted, nightly slumbers. The hag that rides my dreams.

Vent. Out with it; give it vent.

Ant. Urge not my shame.

I lost a battle,—

Vent. So has Julius done.

Ant. Thou favour'st me, and speak'st not half thou

think'st;

For Julius fought it out, and lost it fairly;

But Antony

Vent. Nay, stop not.

Ant. Antony

Well, thou wilt have it-like a coward, fled,

Fled while his soldiers fought; fled first, Ventidius.

Thou long'st to curse me, and I give thee leave.

I know thou cam'st prepared to rail.

Vent. I did.

Ant. I'll help thee: I have been a man, Ventidius.
Vent. Yes, and a brave one; but―

Ant. I know thy meaning.

But I have lost my reason, have disgraced
-The name of soldier, with inglorious ease.
In the full vintage of my flowing honours,
Sat still, and saw it prest by other hands.
Fortune came smiling to my youth, and wooed it,

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