The Merchant of Venice (The Jew of Venice) · chunk 31 of 43
Shakespeare, William · published 1619 · first performed or written 1596 [1596-1598] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 488 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I am sorry for thee, thou art come to answer A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch, Vncapeable of pity, void and empty From any dram of mercy. I have heard, Your Grace hath ta'en great pains To qualify his rigorous course: But since he stands obdurate, And that no lawful means can carry me Out of his envies reach, I do oppose My patience to his fury, and am armed To suffer with a quietness of spirit, The very tyranny and rage of his. Go one and call the Jew into the Court. He is ready at the door, he comes my Lord. Make room, and let him stand before our face. Shylocke the world thinks, and I think so to, That thou but leadest this fashion of thy malice To the last hour of act, and then 'tis thought Thou'lt show thy mercy and remorse more strange, Then is thy strange apparent cruelty: And where thou now exacts the penalty, (Which is a pound of this poor merchant's flesh) Thou wilt not only lose the forfeiture, But touched with human gentleness and love, Forgive a moiety of the principal; Glancing an eye of pity on his losses, That have of late so huddled on his back, Enough to press a royal Merchant down, And pluck commiseration of his state From brassy bosoms, and rough hearts of flint, From stubborn Turks, and Tartars never trained To offices of tender courtesy; We all expect a gentle answer jew. I have possessed your Grace of what I purpose, And by our holy Sabbath have I sworn To have the due and forfeit of my bond. If you deny it, let the danger light Upon your Charter, and your cities freedom. You'll ask me why I rather choose to have A weight of carrion flesh, then to receive Three thousand Ducats? I'll not answer that, But say it is my humour, is it answered? What if my house be troubled with a Rat, And I be pleased to give ten thousand ducats To have it baind? what, are you answered yet? Some men there are love not a gaping pig: Some that are mad if they behold a Cat: And others when the Bagpipe sings i'th' nose, Cannot contain their urine for affection. Masters of passion sways it to the mood Of what it likes or loathes: now for your answer. As there is no firm reason to be rendered, Why he cannot abide a gaping pig? Why he a harmless necessary Cat? Why he a woollen Bagpipe; but of force Must yield to such inevitable shame, As to offend, himself being offended: So can I give no reason, nor I will not, More than a lodged hate, and a certain loathing I bear Anthonio, that I follow thus A losing suit against him, are you answered? This is no answer, thou unfeeling man, To excuse the currant of thy cruelty.
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I am ſorry for thee, thou art come to anſwer A ſtony aduerſary, an inhumane wretch, Vncapeable of pitty, voide and empty From any dram of mercy. I haue heard, Your Grace hath tane great paines To qualifie his rigorous courſe: But ſince he ſtands obdurate, And that no lawfull meanes can carrie mee Out of his enuies reach, I do oppoſe My patience to his furie, and am arm'd To ſuffer with a quietneſſe of ſpirit, The verie tiranny and rage of his. Go one and call the Iew into the Court. He is ready at the doore, he comes my Lord. Make roome, and let him ſtand before our face. Shylocke the world thinkes, and I thinke ſo to, That thou but leadeſt this faſhion of thy malice To the laſt houre of act, and then tis thought Thou'lt ſhew thy mercie and remorſe more ſtrange, Then is thy ſtrange apparant cruelty: And where thou now exacts the penalty, (VVhich is a pound of this poore Merchants fleſh) Thou wilt not onely looſe the forfeiture, But touch'd with humane gentleneſſe and loue, Forgiue a moity of the principall; Glancing an eie of pittie on his loſſes, That haue of late ſo hudled on his backe, Enow to preſſe a royall Merchant downe, And plucke commiſſeration of his ſtate From braſſie boſomes, and rough hearts of flint, From ſtubborne Turkes, and Tartars neuer train'd To offices of tender curteſie; VVe all expect a gentle anſwer Iew. I haue poſſeſt your Grace of what I purpoſe, And by our holy Sabbath haue I ſworne To haue the due and forfet of my bond. If you deny it, let the danger light Vpon your Charter, and your Citties freedome. You'l aske me why I rather chooſe to haue A weight of carrion fleſh, then to receiue Three thouſand Ducats? Ile not anſwer that, But ſay it is my humor, is it anſwered? What if my houſe be troubled with a Rat, And I be pleas'd to giue ten thouſand ducats To haue it baind? what, are you anſwered yet? Some men there are loue not a gaping pig: Some that are mad if they behold a Cat: And others when the Bagpipe ſings i'th noſe, Cannot containe their vrine for affection. Maſters of paſſion ſwayes it to the mood Of what it likes or loathes: now for your anſwere. As there is no firme reaſon to be rendred, Why he cannot abide a gaping pig? Why he a harmleſſe neceſſary Cat? Why he a woollen Bagpipe; but of force Muſt yeeld to ſuch ineuitable ſhame, As to offend, himſelfe being offended: So can I giue no reaſon, nor I will not, More then a lodged hate▪ and a certaine loathing I beare Anthonio, that I follow thus A loſing ſute againſt him are you anſwered? This is no anſwer, thou vnfeeling man, To excuſe the currant of thy cruelty.