Is reason he should never come to heaven. Why, if two gods should play some heavenly match, And Portia one, there must be something else Lor. Even such a husband Hast thou of me, as she is for a wife. Jes. Nay, but ask my opinion too of that. Lor. I will anon; first, let us go to dinner. Jes. Nay, let me praise you, while I have a stomach, Lor. No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk; Then, howsoe'er thou speak'st, 'mong other things I shall digest it. Jes. Well, I'll set you forth. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I.-Venice. A court of justice. Enter the Duke, the Magnificoes; ANTONIO, BASSANIO, GRATIANO, SALARINO, SALANIO, and others. Duke. What, is Antonio here? Ant. Ready, so please your grace. Duke. I am sorry for thee; thou art come to answer A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch Uncapable of pity, void and empty From dram of mercy. any Ant. I have heard, Your grace hatlı ta'en great pains to qualify His rigorous course; but since he stands obdurate, Out of his envy's reach, I do oppose Duke. Go one, and call the Jew into the court. Salan. He's ready at the door: he comes my lord. Enter SHYLOCK. Duke. Make room, and let him stand before our face. Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too, And where thou now exact'st the penalty, But touch'd with human gentleness and love, Glancing an eye of pity on his losses, From brassy bosoms, and rough hearts of flint, We all expect a gentle answer, Jew. Shy. I have possess'd your grace of what I purpose;. And by our holy Sabbath have I sworn, To have the due and forfeit of my bond: Of what it likes, or loaths: Now, for your answer: Why he, a harmless necessary cat; A losing suit against him. Are you answer'd? To excuse the current of thy cruelty. Shy. I am not bound to please thee with my an swer. Bass. Do all men kill the things they do not love? Shy. Hates any man the thing he would not kill? Bass. Every offence is not a hate at first. |