| SHYLOCK | |
Oh, no, no, no, no: my meaning in saying he is a | |
| | good man is to have you understand me that he is | |
| | sufficient. Yet his means are in supposition: he | |
| | hath an argosy bound to Tripolis, another to the | 15 |
| | Indies; I understand moreover, upon the Rialto, he | |
| | hath a third at Mexico, a fourth for England, and | |
| | other ventures he hath, squandered abroad. But ships | |
| | are but boards, sailors but men: there be land-rats | |
| | and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves, I | 20 |
| | mean pirates, and then there is the peril of waters, | |
| | winds and rocks. The man is, notwithstanding, | |
| | sufficient. Three thousand ducats; I think I may | |
| | take his bond. | |
| SHYLOCK | |
Yes, to smell pork; to eat of the habitation which | |
| | your prophet the Nazarite conjured the devil into. I | 30 |
| | will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, | |
| | walk with you, and so following, but I will not eat | |
| | with you, drink with you, nor pray with you. What | |
| | news on the Rialto? Who is he comes here? | |
| | [Enter ANTONIO] |
| SHYLOCK | |
[Aside] How like a fawning publican he looks! | |
| | I hate him for he is a Christian, | |
| | But more for that in low simplicity | |
| | He lends out money gratis and brings down | |
| | The rate of usance here with us in Venice. | 40 |
| | If I can catch him once upon the hip, | |
| | I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. | |
| | He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, | |
| | Even there where merchants most do congregate, | |
| | On me, my bargains and my well-won thrift, | 45 |
| | Which he calls interest. Cursed be my tribe, | |
| | If I forgive him! | |
| SHYLOCK | |
I am debating of my present store, | |
| | And, by the near guess of my memory, | |
| | I cannot instantly raise up the gross | 50 |
| | 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? | |
| | [To ANTONIO] |
| | Rest you fair, good signior; | 55 |
| | Your worship was the last man in our mouths. | |
| SHYLOCK | |
No, not take interest, not, as you would say, | |
| | Directly interest: mark what Jacob did. | |
| | When Laban and himself were compromised | |
| | That all the eanlings which were streak'd and pied | 75 |
| | Should fall as Jacob's hire, the ewes, being rank, | |
| | In the end of autumn turned to the rams, | |
| | And, when the work of generation was | |
| | Between these woolly breeders in the act, | |
| | The skilful shepherd peel'd me certain wands, | 80 |
| | And, in the doing of the deed of kind, | |
| | He stuck them up before the fulsome ewes, | |
| | Who then conceiving did in eaning time | |
| | Fall parti-colour'd lambs, and those were Jacob's. | |
| | This was a way to thrive, and he was blest: | 85 |
| | And thrift is blessing, if men steal it not. | |
| SHYLOCK | |
Signior Antonio, many a time and oft | |
| | In the Rialto you have rated me | |
| | About my moneys and my usances: | 105 |
| | 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 gaberdine, | |
| | And all for use of that which is mine own. | 110 |
| | Well then, it now appears you need my help: | |
| | Go to, then; you come to me, and you say | |
| | 'Shylock, we would have moneys:' you say so; | |
| | You, that did void your rheum upon my beard | |
| | And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur | 115 |
| | Over your threshold: moneys 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, | 120 |
| | With bated breath and whispering humbleness, Say this; | |
| | 'Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last; | |
| | You spurn'd me such a day; another time | |
| | You call'd me dog; and for these courtesies | |
| | I'll lend you thus much moneys'? | 125 |
| ANTONIO | |
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? | 130 |
| | But lend it rather to thine enemy, | |
| | Who, if he break, thou mayst with better face | |
| | Exact the penalty. | |
| SHYLOCK | |
This kindness will I show. | 140 |
| | 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 | |
| | Express'd in the condition, let the forfeit | 145 |
| | Be nominated for an equal pound | |
| | Of your fair flesh, to be cut off and taken | |
| | In what part of your body pleaseth me. | |
| SHYLOCK | |
O father Abram, what these Christians are, | |
| | Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect | |
| | The thoughts of others! Pray you, tell me this; | |
| | If he should break his day, what should I gain | 160 |
| | 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: | 165 |
| | If he will take it, so; if not, adieu; | |
| | And, for my love, I pray you wrong me not. | |