The Childrens Portion | Page 9

a Jew,
by name Shylock, who had grown rich by lending money at high
interest to Christian merchants. No one liked Shylock, he was so hard
and so cruel in his dealings; but perhaps none felt such an abhorrence
of his character as a young man of Venice named Antonio.
This hatred was amply returned by the Jew; for Antonio was so kind to
people in distress that he would lend them money without taking
interest. Besides, he used to reproach Shylock for his hard dealings,
when they chanced to meet. Apparently the Jew bore such reproaches
with wonderful patience; but could you have looked into his heart, you

would have seen it filled with longing for revenge.
It is not strange to find that Antonio was greatly loved by his
fellow-countrymen; but dearest of all his friends was Bassanio, a young
man of high rank, though possessed of but small fortune.
One day Bassanio came to tell Antonio that he was about to marry a
wealthy lady, but to meet the expense of wedding such an heiress, he
needed the loan of three thousand ducats.
Just at that time Antonio had not the money to lend his friend, but he
was expecting home some ships laden with merchandise; and he
offered to borrow the required sum of Shylock upon the security of
these vessels.
Together they repaired to the Jewish money-lender; and Antonio asked
for three thousand ducats, to be repaid from the merchandise contained
in his ships. Shylock remembered now all that Antonio had done to
offend him. For a few moments he remained silent; then he said:
"Signor, you have called me a dog, and an unbeliever. Is it for these
courtesies I am to lend you money?"
"Lend it not as a friend," said Antonio; "rather lend it to me as an
enemy, so that you may the better exact the penalty if I fail."
Then Shylock thought he would pretend to feel more kindly.
"I would be friends with you," he said. "I will forget your treatment of
me, and supply your wants without taking interest for my money."
Antonio was, of course, very much surprised at such words. But
Shylock repeated them; only requiring that they should go to some
lawyer, before whom--as a jest--Antonio should swear, that if by a
certain day he did not repay the money, he would forfeit a pound of
flesh, cut from any part of his body which the Jew might choose.
"I will sign to this bond," said Antonio; "and will say there is much

kindness in a Jew."
But Bassanio now interfered, declaring that never should Antonio put
his name to such a bond for his sake. Yet the young merchant insisted;
for he said he was quite sure of his ships returning long before the day
of payment.
Meanwhile Shylock was listening eagerly; and feigning surprise, he
exclaimed: "Oh, what suspicious people are these Christians! It is
because of their own hard dealings that they doubt the truth of
others.--Look here, my lord Bassanio. Suppose Antonio fail in his bond,
what profit would it be to me to exact the penalty? A pound of man's
flesh is not of the value of a pound of beef or mutton! I offer friendship,
that I may buy his favor. If he will take it, so; if not, adieu."
But still Bassanio mistrusted the Jew. However, he could not persuade
his friend against the agreement, and Antonio signed the bond, thinking
it was only a jest, as Shylock said.
The fair and beautiful lady whom Bassanio hoped to marry lived near
Venice; and when her lover confessed that,--though of high birth,--he
had no fortune to lay at her feet, Portia prettily said that she wished
herself a thousand times more fair, and ten thousand times more rich,
so that she might be less unworthy of him. Then, declaring that she
gave herself to be in all things directed and governed by him, she
presented Bassanio with a ring.
Overpowered with joy at her gracious answer to his suit, the young lord
took the gift, vowing that he would never part with it.
Gratiano was in attendance upon his master during this interview; and
after wishing Bassanio and his lovely lady joy, he begged leave to be
married also; saying that Nerissa, the maid of Portia, had promised to
be his wife, should her mistress wed Bassanio.
At this moment a messenger entered, bringing tidings from Antonio;
which Bassanio reading, turned so pale that his lady asked him what
was amiss.

"Oh, sweet Portia, here are a few of the most unpleasant words that
ever blotted paper," he said. "When I spoke of my love, I freely told
you I had no wealth, save the pure blood that runs in my veins;