I am sorry that your leisure serves you not.
Antonio, gratify this gentleman,
For, in my mind, you are much bound to him.

Sir, I entreat you home with me to dinner.

Get thee gone, but do it.

He shall do this, or else I do recant
The pardon that I late pronounced here.

That thou shalt see the difference of our spirits,
I pardon thee thy life before thou ask it:
For half thy wealth, it is Antonio's;
The other half comes to the general state,
Which humbleness may drive unto a fine.

Antonio and old Shylock, both stand forth.

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

You hear the learn'd Bellario, what he writes:
And here, I take it, is the doctor come.
Enter PORTIA, dressed like a doctor of laws
Give me your hand. Come you from old Bellario?

With all my heart. Some three or four of you
Go give him courteous conduct to this place.
Meantime the court shall hear Bellario's letter.

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

Came you from Padua, from Bellario?

Bring us the letter; call the messenger.

Upon my power I may dismiss this court,
Unless Bellario, a learned doctor,
Whom I have sent for to determine this,
Come here to-day.

How shalt thou hope for mercy, rendering none?

Make room, and let him stand before our face.
Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too,
That thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice
To the last hour of act; and then 'tis thought
Thou'lt show thy mercy and remorse more strange
Than is thy ...

Go one, and call the Jew into the court.

I am sorry for thee: thou art come to answer
A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch
uncapable of pity, void and empty
From any dram of mercy.

What, is Antonio here?