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Duke.  This letter from Bellario doth commend A young and learned doctor to our court:—­ Where is he?

Ner.  He attendeth here hard by, To know your answer, whether you’ll admit him.

Duke.  With all my heart.  Some three or four of you, Go give him courteous conduct to this place.

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    Enter PORTIA, dressed like a doctor of laws.

    Duke.  Give me your hand.  Came you from old Bellario?

    Por.  I did, my lord.

Duke.  You are welcome:  take your place.  Are you acquainted with the difference That holds this present question in the court?

Por.  I am informed thoroughly of the cause.  Which is the merchant here, and which the Jew?

Duke.  Antonio and old Shylock, both stand forth.

   Por.  Is your name Shylock?

    Shy.  Shylock is my name.

Por.  Of a strange nature is the suit you follow;
Yet in such rule that the Venetian law
Cannot impugn you as you do proceed. 
You stand within his danger, do you not?

    Ant.  Ay, so he says.

    Por.  Do you confess the bond?

    Ant.  I do.

    Por.  Then must the Jew be merciful.

    Shy.  On what compulsion must I? tell me that.

Por.  The quality of mercy is not strain’d;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath:  it is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes: 
’Tis mightiest in the mightiest:  it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this scepter’d sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself: 
And earthly power doth then show likest God’s
When mercy seasons justice.  Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
That, in the course of justice, none of us
Should see salvation:  we do pray for mercy;
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy.  I have spoke thus much
To mitigate the justice of thy plea;
Which if thou follow, this strict court of Venice
Must needs give sentence ’gainst the merchant there.

Shy.  My deeds upon my head!  I crave the law, The penalty and forfeit of my bond.

    Por.  Is he not able to discharge the money?

Bass.  Yes, here I tender it for him in the court;
Yea, twice the sum:  if that will not suffice;
I will be bound to pay it ten times o’er,
On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart: 
If this will not suffice, it must appear
That malice bears down truth.  And I beseech you,
Wrest once the law to your authority: 
To do a great right, do a little wrong,
And curb this cruel devil of his will.