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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。 ANTONIO。 Yes； Shylock； I
will seal unto this bond。 SHYLOCK。 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'll be with you。 ANTONIO。 Hie thee；
gentle Jew。 Exit SHYLOCK The Hebrew will turn Christian： he grows
kind。 BASSANIO。 I like not fair terms and a villain's mind。 ANTONIO。
Come on； in this there can be no dismay； My ships come home a month
before the day。 Exeunt
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ACT II。
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SCENE I。 Belmont。 PORTIA'S house
Flourish of cornets。 Enter the PRINCE of MOROCCO； a tawny Moor
all in white； and three or four FOLLOWERS accordingly； with PORTIA；
NERISSA； and train
PRINCE OF Morocco。 Mislike me not for my complexion； The
shadowed livery of the burnish'd sun； To whom I am a neighbour； and near
bred。 Bring me the fairest creature northward born； Where Phoebus' fire
scarce thaws the icicles； And let us make incision for your love To prove
whose blood is reddest； his or mine。 I tell thee； lady； this aspect of mine
Hath fear'd the valiant； by my love； I swear The best…regarded virgins of
our clime Have lov'd it too。 I would not change this hue； Except to steal
your thoughts； my gentle queen。 PORTIA。 In terms of choice I am not
solely led By nice direction of a maiden's eyes； Besides； the lott'ry of my
destiny Bars me the right of voluntary choosing。 But； if my father had not
scanted me； And hedg'd me by his wit to yield myself His wife who wins
me by that means I told you； Yourself； renowned Prince； then stood as fair
As any comer I have look'd on yet For my affection。 PRINCE OF
MOROCCO。 Even for that I thank you。 Therefore； I pray you； lead me to
the caskets To try my fortune。 By this scimitar； That slew the Sophy and a
Persian prince； That won three fields of Sultan Solyman； I would o'erstare
the sternest eyes that look； Outbrave the heart most daring on the earth；
Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she…bear； Yea； mock the lion when
'a roars for prey； To win thee； lady。 But； alas the while！ If Hercules and
Lichas play at dice Which is the better man； the greater throw May turn by
fortune from the weaker band。 So is Alcides beaten by his page； And so
may I； blind Fortune leading me； Miss that which one unworthier may
attain； And die with grieving。 PORTIA。 You must take your chance； And
either not attempt to choose at all； Or swear before you choose； if you
choose wrong； Never to speak to lady afterward In way of marriage；
therefore be advis'd。 PRINCE OF MOROCCO。 Nor will not； come； bring
me unto my chance。 PORTIA。 First； forward to the temple。 After dinner
Your hazard shall be made。 PRINCE OF MOROCCO。 Good fortune then；
To make me blest or cursed'st among men！ ＇Cornets； and exeunt＇
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SCENE II。 Venice。 A street
Enter LAUNCELOT GOBBO
LAUNCELOT。 Certainly my conscience will serve me to run from
this Jew my master。 The fiend is at mine elbow and tempts me； saying to
me 'Gobbo； Launcelot Gobbo； good Launcelot' or 'good Gobbo' or 'good
Launcelot Gobbo； use your legs； take the start； run away。' My conscience
says 'No； take heed； honest Launcelot； take heed； honest Gobbo' or； as
aforesaid； 'honest Launcelot Gobbo； do not run； scorn running with thy
heels。' Well； the most courageous fiend bids me pack。 'Via！' says the fiend；
'away！' says the fiend。 'For the heavens； rouse up a brave mind' says the
fiend 'and run。' Well； my conscience； hanging about the neck of my heart；
says very wisely to me 'My honest friend Launcelot； being an honest man's
son' or rather 'an honest woman's son'； for indeed my father did something
smack； something grow to； he had a kind of taste… well； my conscience
says 'Launcelot； budge not。' 'Budge；' says the fiend。 'Budge not；' says my
conscience。 'Conscience；' say I； （you counsel well。' 'Fiend；' say I； 'you
counsel well。' To be rul'd by my conscience； I should stay with the Jew my
master； who… God bless the mark！… is a kind of devil； and； to run away
from the Jew； I should be ruled by the fiend； who… saving your reverence！…
is the devil himself。 Certainly the Jew is the very devil incarnation； and； in
my conscience； my conscience is but a kind of hard conscience to offer to
counsel me to stay with the Jew。 The fiend gives the more friendly counsel。
I will run； fiend； my heels are at your commandment； I will run。
Enter OLD GOBBO； with a basket
GOBBO。 Master young man； you； I pray you； which is the way to
master Jew's？ LAUNCELOT。 ＇Aside＇ O heavens！ This is my true…begotten
father； who； being more than sand…blind； high…gravel blind； knows me not。
I will try confusions with him。 GOBBO。 Master young gentleman； I pray
you； which is the way to master Jew's？ LAUNCELOT。 Turn up on your
right hand at the next turning； but； at the next turning of all； on your left；
marry； at the very next turning； turn of no hand； but turn down indirectly
to the Jew's house。 GOBBO。 Be God's sonties； 'twill be a hard way to hit！
Can you tell me whether one Launcelot； that dwells with him； dwell with
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him or no？ LAUNCELOT。 Talk you of young Master Launcelot？ ＇Aside＇
Mark me now； now will I raise the waters。… Talk you of young Master
Launcelot？ GOBBO。 No master； sir； but a poor man's son； his father；
though I say't； is an honest exceeding poor man； and； God be thanked； well
to live。 LAUNCELOT。 Well； let his father be what 'a will； we talk of
young Master Launcelot。 GOBBO。 Your worship's friend； and Launcelot；
sir。 LAUNCELOT。 But I pray you； ergo； old man； ergo； I beseech you； talk
you of young Master Launcelot？ GOBBO。 Of Launcelot； an't please your
mastership。 LAUNCELOT。 Ergo； Master Launcelot。 Talk not of Master
Launcelot； father； for the young gentleman； according to Fates and
Destinies and such odd sayings； the Sisters Three and such branches of
learning； is indeed deceased； or； as you would say in plain terms； gone to
heaven。 GOBBO。 Marry； God forbid！ The boy was the very staff of my
age； my very prop。 LAUNCELOT。 Do I look like a cudgel or a hovel…post；
a staff or a prop？ Do you know me； father？ GOBBO。 Alack the day； I
know you not； young gentleman； but I pray you tell me； is my boy… God
rest his soul！… alive or dead？ LAUNCELOT。 Do you not know me； father？
GOBBO。 Alack； sir； I am sand…blind； I know you not。 LAUNCELOT。 Nay；
indeed； if you had your eyes； you might fail of the knowing me： it is a
wise father that knows his own child。 Well