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Thou'lt show thy mercy and remorse, more strange
(Which is a pound of this poor merchant's flesh),
But, touched with human gentleness and love,
Glancing an eye of pity on his losses,
That have of late so huddled on his back,
From stubborn Turks and Tartars, never trained
To offices of tender courtesy.
We all expect a gentle answer, Jew.
Shy. I have possessed your grace of what I purpose;
And by our holy Sabbath have I sworn
As there is no firm reason to be rendered
More than a lodged hate, and a certain loathing
A losing suit against him. Are you answered?
Bass. This is no answer, thou unfeeling man,
To excuse the current of thy cruelty.
Shy. I am not bound to please thee with my answer.
Shy. What, would'st thou have a serpent sting thee twice?
And bid the main flood 'bate his usual height;
As seek to soften that (than which what's harder?)
Bass. For thy three thousand ducats here is six.
Duke. How shalt thou hope for mercy, rendering none? Shy. What judgment shall I dread, doing no wrong? You have among you many a purchased slave, Which, like your asses and your dogs and mules, You use in abject and in slavish parts, Because you bought them. Shall I say to you, Let them be free, marry them to your heirs? Why sweat they under burdens? let their beds Be made as soft as yours, and let their palates Be seasoned with such viands? You will answer, The slaves are ours. So do I answer you: The pound of flesh which I demand of him
Is dearly bought; 'tis mine, and I will have it.
There is no force in the decrees of Venice.
Whom I have sent for to determine this,
Saler. My lord, here stays without messenger with letters from the doctor, New come from Padua.
Duke. Bring us the letters; call the messenger.
Duke. Came you from Padua, from Bellario? Ner. From both, my lord: Bellario greets your grace. [Presents a letter.
Bass. Why dost thou whet thy knife so earnestly?
young and learned doctor to our court:Where is he?
Ner. He attendeth here hard by
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.
Give me your hand. Came you from old Bellario?
You are welcome.
Are you acquainted with the difference
That holds this present question in the court?
Por. I am informed thoroughly of the cause. Which is the merchant here and which the Jew? Duke. Antonio and Shylock, both stand forth. Por. Is your name Shylock?
Shy. Shylock is my name.
Por. Of a strange nature is the suit you follow,
Por. Do you confess the bond?
Then must the Jew be merciful.
Shy. On what compulsion must I? Tell me that.
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice
Por. Is he not able to discharge the money?
Bass. Yes, here I tender it for him in the court; Yea, twice the sum; if that will not suffice,
I will be bound to pay it ten times o'er,
On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart:
That malice bears down truth. And I beseech you
Por. It must not be; there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established;
"Twill be recorded for a precedent;
And many an error, by the same example,
Will rush into the state; it cannot be.
Shy. A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel ! O wise young judge, how I do honor thee! Por. I pray you, let me look upon the bond.
Shy. Here't is, most reverend doctor, here it is. Por. Shylock, there's thrice thy money offered thee. Shy. An oath, an oath, I have an oath in heaven. Shall I lay perjury upon my soul? No, not for Venice.
Por. Why, this bond is forfeit;
And lawfully by this the Jew may claim.
Shy. When it is paid according to the tenor.
Hath been most sound; I charge you by the law,
Proceed to judgment.
There is no power in the tongue of man
To alter me; I stay here on my bond.
Ant. Most heartily I do beseech the court To give the judgment.
Por. Why then, thus it is:
You must prepare your bosom for his knife.