_Ant._ So please my lord the duke and all the court To quit the fine for one half of his goods, I am content; so he will let me have The other half in use, to render it, Upon his death, unto the gentleman That lately stole his daughter: Two things provided more, that, for this favour, He presently become a Christian; The other, that he do record a gift, Here in the court, of all he dies possess'd, Unto his son Lorenzo and his daughter. _Duke._ He shall do this, or else I do recant The pardon that I late pronounced here. _Por._ Art thou contented, Jew? what dost thou say? _Shy._ I am content. _Por._ Clerk, draw a deed of gift. _Shy._ I pray you, give me leave to go from hence: I am not well: send the deed after me, And I will sign it. _Duke._ Get thee gone, but do it. _Gra._ In christening shalt thou have two god-fathers: Had I been judge, thou shouldst have had ten more, To bring thee to the gallows, not the font. [_Exit Shylock._ _Duke._ Sir, I entreat you home with me to dinner. _Por._ I humbly do desire your grace of pardon! I must away this night toward Padua. And it is meet I presently set forth. _Duke._ I am sorry that your leisure serves you not. Antonio, gratify this gentleman, For, in my mind, you are much bound to him. [_Exeunt Duke and his train._ _Bass._ Most worthy gentleman, I and my friend Have by your wisdom been this day acquitted Of grievous penalties; in lieu whereof, Three thousand ducats, due unto the Jew, We freely cope your courteous pains withal. _Ant._ And stand indebted, over and above, In love and service to you evermore. _Por._ He is well paid that is well satisfied; And I, delivering you, am satisfied, And therein do account myself well paid: My mind was never yet more mercenary. I pray you, know me when we meet again: I wish you well, and so I take my leave. _Bass._ Dear sir, of force I must attempt you further: Take some remembrance of us, as a tribute, Not as a fee: grant me two things, I pray you. Not to deny me, and to pardon me. _Por._ You press me far, and therefore I will yield. [_To Ant._] Give me your gloves, I'll wear them for your sake; [_To Bass._] And, for your love, I'll take this ring from you: Do not draw back your hand: I'll take, no more; And you in love shall not deny me this. _Bass._ This ring, good sir, alas, it is a trifle! I will not shame myself to give you this. _Por._ I will have nothing else but only this; And now methinks I have a mind to it. _Bass._ There's more depends on this than on the value. The dearest ring in Venice will I give you, And find it out by proclamation: Only for this, I pray you, pardon me. _Por._ I see, sir, you are liberal in offers: You taught me first to beg; and now methinks You teach me how a beggar should be answer'd. _Bass._ Good sir, this ring was given me by my wife;