The Merchant of Venice - Shakespeare Right Now!
The Merchant of Venice - Shakespeare Right Now!
The Merchant of Venice - Shakespeare Right Now!
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“Past all expressing!” She moves closer to him. “It is very meet the Lord Bassanio live an<br />
upright life,” she says suggestively. “For, having such a blessing in his lady, he finds the joys <strong>of</strong><br />
heaven here on earth!—and if on earth he do not measure it,” she adds, unabashed, “then in<br />
reason he should never come into heaven!<br />
“Why, if two gods should play some heavenly match, and on the wager lay two earthly<br />
women, and Portia one, there must be something else pawned with the other, for the poor rude<br />
world hath not her fellow!”<br />
Lorenzo’s grin grows as he holds her: “Even as she is for a wife, such a husband hast thou in<br />
me!”<br />
Jessica cocks her head to one side and touches his cheek. “Nay,” she says, “but ask my<br />
opinion, too, <strong>of</strong> that!”<br />
Lorenzo kisses her lightly. “I will—anon; first, let us go to dinner.”<br />
Jessica pulls herself against him. “Nay, let me praise you while I have an appetite….”<br />
“No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk; then, howsome’er thou speak’st, ’mong other things<br />
I shall digest it.”<br />
“Well, I’ll set you forth!” the young woman promises; and her flashing eyes confirm it.<br />
A<br />
Chapter Seven<br />
Venetian Equity<br />
Court <strong>of</strong> Justice convenes, with the Duke <strong>of</strong> <strong>Venice</strong> presiding, to hear the case against<br />
Signior Antonio. In attendance, crowding the hall, are many <strong>of</strong> the city’s wealthy<br />
merchants and powerful lords, along with lawyers and clerks <strong>of</strong> the high court.<br />
“What, is Antonio here?” asks the duke, taking his seat..<br />
Frail and weary from lack <strong>of</strong> sleep, his hands bound before him, the accused nobleman<br />
follows a deputy to the front <strong>of</strong> the courthouse chamber. “Ready, so please Your Grace.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> duke speaks from the judge’s bench. “I am sorry for thee: thou art come to answer a<br />
stony adversary, an inhuman wretch uncapable <strong>of</strong> pity, void and empty from any dram <strong>of</strong> mercy!”<br />
Antonio smiles. “I have heard that Your Grace hath ta’en great pains to modify his rigorous<br />
course. But since he stands obdurate, and no lawful means can carry me out <strong>of</strong> his envy’s reach, I<br />
do oppose my patience to his fury, and am armèd to suffer, with a quietness <strong>of</strong> spirit, the very<br />
tyranny and rage <strong>of</strong> his.”<br />
“Go, one, and call the Jew into the court,” the duke orders.<br />
“He is ready at the door,” says Salerio, opening it. “He comes, my lord.”<br />
“Make room, and let him stand before our face,” says the judge.<br />
<strong>The</strong> usurer—having permission, now, to enter—walks to the center and stands looking up the<br />
judge.<br />
<strong>The</strong> duke speaks calmly. “Shylock, the world thinks—and I think so, too—that thou but<br />
lead’st this fashion <strong>of</strong> thy malice unto the last hour <strong>of</strong> an act.<br />
“And then, ’tis thought, thou’lt show thy mercy, and remorse more strange than is thy<br />
strangely apparent cruelty! And where thou now exact’st the penalty, which is a pound <strong>of</strong> this<br />
poor merchant’s flesh, thou wilt not only loose the forfeiture, but, touched with human gentleness<br />
and love, forgive a portion <strong>of</strong> the principal, glancing an eye <strong>of</strong> pity on his losses, that have <strong>of</strong> late<br />
so huddled on his back—enough to press a royal merchant down and pluck commiseration with<br />
his state from brassy bosoms and rough hearts <strong>of</strong> flint, from stubborn Turks and Tartars, never<br />
trained to <strong>of</strong>fices <strong>of</strong> tender courtesy!<br />
“We all expect a gentle answer, Jew!”<br />
Shylock faces the presiding <strong>of</strong>ficer with cold determination. “I have possessed Your Grace <strong>of</strong><br />
what I purpose; and by our holy Sabbath have I sworn to have the due-in-forfeit <strong>of</strong> my bond.<br />
“If you deny it, let the danger light upon your charter, and your city’s freedom!”<br />
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