Merchant of Venice Act IV

Hates any man the thing he would not kill? Shylock
The quality of mercy is not strain’d,It droopeth as the gentle rain from heavenUpon the place beneath: it is twice blest;It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:Tis mightiest in the mighttiest: it becomesThe throned monarch better than his crown;His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,The attrivute to awe and masjesty,Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;But mercy is above this sceptred 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 Wen mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,Though justice be thy plea, consider this,That, in the course of justice, none of usShould see salvation: we do pray for mercy;And that same prater doth teach us all to renderThe deeds of mercy. I have spoke thus much To mitigate the justice of thy plea;Which if thou follow, this strict court of VeniceMust needs give sentence ‘gainst the merchant there. Portia
I pray you, think you question with the Jew:You may as well go stand upon the beach And bid the main flood bate his usual height;You may as well use question with the wolfWhy he hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb;You may as well forbid the mountain pinesTo wag their high tops and to make no noise,When they are fretten with the gusts of heaven;You may as well do anything most hard,As seek to soften that– than which what’s harder?–His Jewish heart: therefore, I do beseech you,Make no more offers, use no farther means, But with all brief and plain conveniencyLet me have judgment and the Jew his well. Antonio

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