The comedies, histories, tragedies, and poems of William Shakspere . ngs teaches them 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 mans 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 Yes, Shylock, I will seal unto this Then meet me forthwith at the notarys; Give him direction for this mer
The comedies, histories, tragedies, and poems of William Shakspere . ngs teaches them 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 mans 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 Yes, Shylock, I will seal unto this Then meet me forthwith at the notarys; 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. \Exit. Ant. Hie thee, gentle Jew. This Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows I like not fair terms and a villains Come on; in this there can be no dismay. My ships come home a month before the day. {Exeunt. Dwell—continue. Fearful guard—a guard that is the cause of fear. L L j_iii tiii^. ACT II. SCENE I.—Belmont. A Room in Portias House. Flourish of Cornets. Enter the Prince of Morocco, and his Train; Portia,Nerissa, and other of her Attendants. MoR. Mislike me not for my shadowd livery of the burnishd sun,To whom I am a neighbour, and near me the fairest creature northward born,Where Phoebus fire scarce thaws the icicles,And let us make incision for your prove whose blood is reddest, his, or tell thee, lady, this aspect of mineHath feard the valiant; by my love, I best-regarded virgins of our clime SCENE r.] THE MERCHANT OF VENICE. 513 Have lovd it too: I would not change this hue, Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle In terms of choice I am not solely led By nice direction of a maidens eyes: Besides, the lottery of my destiny Bars me the right of voluntary choosing: But, if my father had not scanted me, And hedgd me by his wit^, to
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