Thou calledst me dog before thou hadst a cause; But, since I am a dog, beware my fangs: The Duke shall grant me justice. I do wonder, Shy. I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak: I'll have my bond; and therefore speak no more. [Exit L threateningly.1 Ant. (L C., Xs after Shylock). I'll follow him no more with bootless prayers. He seeks my life; his reason well I know: I oft delivered from his forfeitures Many that have at times made moan to me; Therefore he hates me. Salar. I am sure the Duke Will never grant this forfeiture to hold. Ant. The Duke cannot deny the course of law: Well, gaoler, on. Pray God, Bassanio come To see me pay his debt, and then I care not! [Exeunt R. 1Portia is seated at a table C, writing. Lorenzo stands near her at L C. Nerissa and Jessica are up R. (If Elizabethan, they enter.) 2 Lorenzo kisses Portia's hand at L C. Jessica comes down and kisses Portia's hand at R C-then Lorenzo crosses to Jessica R C, and they go off R2. SCENE VII. Belmont. A room in PORTIA'S house. Enter PORTIA, LORENZO, JESSICA, and Por. Lorenzo, I commit into your hands Until her husband and my lord's return: The which my love and some necessity Lor. (L C). Madam, with all my heart; I shall obey you in all fair commands. Por. My people do already know my mind, And will acknowledge you and Jessica In place of Lord Bassanio and myself.3 And so farewell, till we shall meet again. (Going up L). 1Pause to get them off; then Portia calls Balthasar, who comes forward from L. 2Gives him letter, and delivers speech with great animation. 3Tranect is a machine which plied as the ferry. 4Balthasar is a youth full of enthusiasm. 5 Portia rises, and the rest of the scene is delicious comedy. Lor. Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you! Jes. I wish your ladyship all heart's content. Por. I thank you for your wish, and am well pleased To wish it back on you: fare you well, Jessica.1 [Exeunt Jessica and Lorenzo up R2.] Now, Balthasar (he comes quickly from L), And, look, what notes and garments he doth give thee, Bring them, I pray thee, with imagined speed Unto the tranect, to the common ferry 3 Which trades to Venice. Waste no time in words, But get thee gone: I shall be there before thee.* Balth. Madam, I go with all convenient speed.4 [Exit running off L. Por. (LC).5 Come on, Nerissa; I have work in hand That you yet know not of: we'll see our hus bands |