Nesbit, E

by Beautiful Stories From Shakespeare(Lit)

  Soon, however, the Abbess advanced with Antipholus of Syracuse and Dromio of Syracuse.

  Then cried Adriana, I see two husbands or mine eyes deceive me; and Antipholus, espying his father, said, Thou art AEgeon or his ghost.

  It was a day of surprises, for the Abbess said, I will free that man by paying his fine, and gain my husband whom I lost. Speak, AEgeon, for I am thy wife AEmilia.

  The Duke was touched. He is free without a fine, he said.

  So AEgeon and AEmilia were reunited, and Adriana and her husband reconciled; but no one was happier than Antipholus of Syracuse, who, in the Duke's presence, went to Luciana and said, I told you I loved you. Will you be my wife?

  Her answer was given by a look, and therefore is not written.

  The two Dromios were glad to think they would receive no more beatings.

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  Choosing the Casket

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  THE MERCHANT OF VENICE

  Antonio was a rich and prosperous merchant of Venice. His ships were on nearly every sea, and he traded with Portugal, with Mexico, with England, and with India. Although proud of his riches, he was very generous with them, and delighted to use them in relieving the wants of his friends, among whom his relation, Bassanio, held the first place.

  Now Bassanio, like many another gay and gallant gentleman, was reckless and extravagant, and finding that he had not only come to the end of his fortune, but was also unable to pay his creditors, he went to Antonio for further help.

  To you, Antonio, he said, I owe the most in money and in love: and I have thought of a plan to pay everything I owe if you will but help me.

  Say what I can do, and it shall be done, answered his friend.

  Then said Bassanio, In Belmont is a lady richly left, and from all quarters of the globe renowned suitors come to woo her, not only because she is rich, but because she is beautiful and good as well. She looked on me with such favor when last we met, that I feel sure that I should win her away from all rivals for her love had I but the means to go to Belmont, where she lives.

  All my fortunes, said Antonio, are at sea, and so I have no ready money; but luckily my credit is good in Venice, and I will borrow for you what you need.

  There was living in Venice at this time a rich money-lender, named Shylock. Antonio despised and disliked this man very much, and treated him with the greatest harshness and scorn. He would thrust him, like a cur, over his threshold, and would even spit on him. Shylock submitted to all these indignities with a patient shrug; but deep in his heart he cherished a desire for revenge on the rich, smug merchant. For Antonio both hurt his pride and injured his business. But for him, thought Shylock, I should be richer by half a million ducats. On the market place, and wherever he can, he denounces the rate of interest I charge, and--worse than that--he lends out money freely.

  So when Bassanio came to him to ask for a loan of three thousand ducats to Antonio for three months, Shylock hid his hatred, and turning to Antonio, said-- Harshly as you have treated me, I would be friends with you and have your love. So I will lend you the money and charge you no interest. But, just for fun, you shall sign a bond in which it shall be agreed that if you do not repay me in three months' time, then I shall have the right to a pound of your flesh, to be cut from what part of your body I choose.

  No, cried Bassanio to his friend, you shall run no such risk for me.

  Why, fear not, said Antonio, my ships will be home a month before the time. I will sign the bond.

  Thus Bassanio was furnished with the means to go to Belmont, there to woo the lovely Portia. The very night he started, the money-lender's pretty daughter, Jessica, ran away from her father's house with her lover, and she took with her from her father's hoards some bags of ducats and precious stones. Shylock's grief and anger were terrible to see. His love for her changed to hate. I would she were dead at my feet and the jewels in her ear, he cried. His only comfort now was in hearing of the serious losses which had befallen Antonio, some of whose ships were wrecked. Let him look to his bond, said Shylock, let him look to his bond.

  Meanwhile Bassanio had reached Belmont, and had visited the fair Portia. He found, as he had told Antonio, that the rumor of her wealth and beauty had drawn to her suitors from far and near. But to all of them Portia had but one reply. She would only accept that suitor who would pledge himself to abide by the terms of her father's will. These were conditions that frightened away many an ardent wooer. For he who would win Portia's heart and hand, had to guess which of three caskets held her portrait. If he guessed aright, then Portia would be his bride; if wrong, then he was bound by oath never to reveal which casket he chose, never to marry, and to go away at once.

  The caskets were of gold, silver, and lead. The gold one bore this inscription:-- Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire ; the silver one had this:-- Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves ; while on the lead one were these words:-- Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath. The Prince of Morocco, as brave as he was black, was among the first to submit to this test. He chose the gold casket, for he said neither base lead nor silver could contain her picture. So be chose the gold casket, and found inside the likeness of what many men desire--death.

  After him came the haughty Prince of Arragon, and saying, Let me have what I deserve--surely I deserve the lady, he chose the silver one, and found inside a fool's head. Did I deserve no more than a fool's head? he cried.

  Then at last came Bassanio, and Portia would have delayed him from making his choice from very fear of his choosing wrong. For she loved him dearly, even as he loved her. But, said Bassanio, let me choose at once, for, as I am, I live upon the rack.

  Then Portia bade her servants to bring music and play while her gallant lover made his choice. And Bassanio took the oath and walked up to the caskets--the musicians playing softly the while. Mere outward show, he said, is to be despised. The world is still deceived with ornament, and so no gaudy gold or shining silver for me. I choose the lead casket; joy be the consequence! And opening it, he found fair Portia's portrait inside, and he turned to her and asked if it were true that she was his.

  Yes, said Portia, I am yours, and this house is yours, and with them I give you this ring, from which you must never part.

  And Bassanio, saying that he could hardly speak for joy, found words to swear that he would never part with the ring while he lived.

  Then suddenly all his happiness was dashed with sorrow, for messengers came from Venice to tell him that Antonio was ruined, and that Shylock demanded from the Duke the fulfilment of the bond, under which he was entitled to a pound of the merchant's flesh. Portia was as grieved as Bassanio to hear of the danger which threatened his friend.

  First, she said, take me to church and make me your wife, and then go to Venice at once to help your friend. You shall take with you money enough to pay his debt twenty times over.

  But when her newly-made husband had gone, Portia went after him, and arrived in Venice disguised as a lawyer, and with an introduction from a celebrated lawyer Bellario, whom the Duke of Venice had called in to decide the legal questions raised by Shylock's claim to a pound of Antonio's flesh. When the Court met, Bassanio offered Shylock twice the money borrowed, if he would withdraw his claim. But the money-lender's only answer was--

  If every ducat in six thousand ducats,

  Were in six parts, and every part a ducat,

  I would not draw them,--I would have my bond.

  It was then that Portia arrived in her disguise, and not even her own husband knew her. The Duke gave her welcome on account of the great Bellario's introduction, and left the settlement of the case to her. Then in noble words she bade Shylock have mercy. But he was deaf to her entreaties. I will have the pound of flesh, was his reply.

  What have you to say? asked Portia of the merchant.

  But little, he answered; I am armed and well prepared.

  The Court awards you a pound of Antonio's flesh, said Portia
to the money-lender.

  Most righteous judge! cried Shylock. A sentence: come, prepare.

  Tarry a little. This bond gives you no right to Antonio's blood, only to his flesh. If, then, you spill a drop of his blood, all your property will be forfeited to the State. Such is the Law.

  And Shylock, in his fear, said, Then I will take Bassanio's offer.

  No, said Portia sternly, you shall have nothing but your bond. Take your pound of flesh, but remember, that if you take more or less, even by the weight of a hair, you will lose your property and your life.

  Shylock now grew very much frightened. Give me my three thousand ducats that I lent him, and let him go.

  Bassanio would have paid it to him, but said Portia, No! He shall have nothing but his bond.

  You, a foreigner, she added, have sought to take the life of a Venetian citizen, and thus by the Venetian law, your life and goods are forfeited. Down, therefore, and beg mercy of the Duke.

  Thus were the tables turned, and no mercy would have been shown to Shylock had it not been for Antonio. As it was, the money-lender forfeited half his fortune to the State, and he had to settle the other half on his daughter's husband, and with this he had to be content.

  Bassanio, in his gratitude to the clever lawyer, was induced to part with the ring his wife had given him, and with which he had promised never to part, and when on his return to Belmont he confessed as much to Portia, she seemed very angry, and vowed she would not be friends with him until she had her ring again. But at last she told him that it was she who, in the disguise of the lawyer, had saved his friend's life, and got the ring from him. So Bassanio was forgiven, and made happier than ever, to know how rich a prize he had drawn in the lottery of the caskets.

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  TIMON OF ATHENS

  Four hundred years before the birth of Christ, a man lived in Athens whose generosity was not only great, but absurd. He was very rich, but no worldly wealth was enough for a man who spent and gave like Timon. If anybody gave Timon a horse, he received from Timon twenty better horses. If anybody borrowed money of Timon and offered to repay it, Timon was offended. If a poet had written a poem and Timon had time to read it, he would be sure to buy it; and a painter had only to hold up his canvas in front of Timon to receive double its market price.

  Flavius, his steward, looked with dismay at his reckless mode of life. When Timon's house was full of noisy lords drinking and spilling costly wine, Flavius would sit in a cellar and cry. He would say to himself, There are ten thousand candles burning in this house, and each of those singers braying in the concert-room costs a poor man's yearly income a night ; and he would remember a terrible thing said by Apemantus, one of his master's friends, O what a number of men eat Timon, and Timon sees them not!

  Of course, Timon was much praised.

  A jeweler who sold him a diamond pretended that it was not quite perfect till Timon wore it. You mend the jewel by wearing it, he said. Timon gave the diamond to a lord called Sempronius, and the lord exclaimed, O, he's the very soul of bounty. Timon is infinitely dear to me, said another lord, called Lucullus, to whom he gave a beautiful horse; and other Athenians paid him compliments as sweet.

  But when Apemantus had listened to some of them, he said, I'm going to knock out an honest Athenian's brains.

  You will die for that, said Timon.

  Then I shall die for doing nothing, said Apemantus. And now you know what a joke was like four hundred years before Christ.

  This Apernantus was a frank despiser of mankind, but a healthy one, because he was not unhappy. In this mixed world anyone with a number of acquaintances knows a person who talks bitterly of men, but does not shun them, and boasts that he is never deceived by their fine speeches, and is inwardly cheerful and proud. Apemantus was a man like that.

  Timon, you will be surprised to hear, became much worse than Apemantus, after the dawning of a day which we call Quarter Day.

  Quarter Day is the day when bills pour in. The grocer, the butcher, and the baker are all thinking of their debtors on that day, and the wise man has saved enough money to be ready for them. But Timon had not; and he did not only owe money for food. He owed it for jewels and horses and furniture; and, worst of all, he owed it to money-lenders, who expected him to pay twice as much as he had borrowed.

  Quarter Day is a day when promises to pay are scorned, and on that day Timon was asked for a large sum of money. Sell some land, he said to his steward. You have no land, was the reply. Nonsense! I had a hundred, thousand acres, said Timon. You could have spent the price of the world if you had possessed it, said Flavius.

  Borrow some then, said Timon; try Ventidius. He thought of Ventidius because he had once got Ventidius out of prison by paying a creditor of this young man. Ventidius was now rich. Timon trusted in his gratitude. But not for all; so much did he owe! Servants were despatched with requests for loans of money to several friends:

  One servant (Flaminius) went to Lucullus. When he was announced Lucullus said, A gift, I warrant. I dreamt of a silver jug and basin last night. Then, changing his tone, How is that honorable, free-hearted, perfect gentleman, your master, eh?

  Well in health, sir, replied Flaminius.

  And what have you got there under your cloak? asked Lucullus, jovially.

  Faith, sir, nothing but an empty box, which, on my master's behalf, I beg you to fill with money, sir.

  La! la! la! said Lucullus, who could not pretend to mean, Ha! ha! ha! Your master's one fault is that he is too fond of giving parties. I've warned him that it was expensive. Now, look here, Flaminius, you know this is no time to lend money without security, so suppose you act like a good boy and tell him that I was not at home. Here's three solidares for yourself.

  Back, wretched money, cried Flaminius, to him who worships you!

  Others of Timon's friends were tried and found stingy. Amongst them was Sempronius.

  Hum, he said to Timon's servant, has he asked Ventidius? Ventidius is beholden to him.

  He refused.

  Well, have you asked Lucullus?

  He refused.

  A poor compliment to apply to me last of all, said Sempronius, in affected anger. If he had sent to me at first, I would gladly have lent him money, but I'm not going to be such a fool as to lend him any now.

  Your lordship makes a good villain, said the servant.

  When Timon found that his friends were so mean, he took advantage of a lull in his storm of creditors to invite Ventidius and Company to a banquet. Flavius was horrified, but Ventidius and Company, were not in the least ashamed, and they assembled accordingly in Timon's house, and said to one another that their princely host had been jesting with them.

  I had to put off an important engagement in order to come here, said Lucullus; but who could refuse Timon?

  It was a real grief to me to be without ready money when he asked for some, said Sempronius.

  The same here, chimed in a third lord.

  Timon now appeared, and his guests vied with one another in apologies and compliments. Inwardly sneering, Timon was gracious to them all.

  In the banqueting ball was a table resplendent with covered dishes. Mouths watered. These summer-friends loved good food.

  Be seated, worthy friends, said Timon. He then prayed aloud to the gods of Greece. Give each man enough, he said, for if you, who are our gods, were to borrow of men they would cease to adore you. Let men love the joint more than the host. Let every score of guests contain twenty villains. Bless my friends as much as they have blessed me. Uncover the dishes, dogs, and lap!

  The hungry lords were too much surprised by this speech to resent it. They thought Timon was unwell, and, although he had called them dogs, they uncovered the dishes.

  There was nothing in them but warm water.

  May you never see a better feast, wished Timon I wash off the flatteries with which you plastered me and sprinkle you with your villainy. With these words he threw the water into his guests' faces, and then
he pelted them with the dishes. Having thus ended the banquet, he went into an outhouse, seized a spade, and quitted Athens for ever.

  His next dwelling was a cave near the sea.

  Of all his friends, the only one who had not refused him aid was a handsome soldier named Alcibiades, and he had not been asked because, having quarreled with the Government of Athens, he had left that town. The thought that Alcibiades might have proved a true friend did not soften Timon's bitter feeling. He was too weak-minded to discern the fact that good cannot be far from evil in this mixed world. He determined to see nothing better in all mankind than the ingratitude of Ventidius and the meanness of Lucullus.

  He became a vegetarian, and talked pages to himself as he dug in the earth for food.

  One day, when he was digging for roots near the shore, his spade struck gold. If he had been a wise man he would have enriched himself quickly, and returned to Athens to live in comfort. But the sight of the gold vein gave no joy but only scorn to Timon. This yellow slave, he said, will make and break religions. It will make black white and foul fair. It will buy murder and bless the accursed.

  He was still ranting when Alcibiades, now an enemy of Athens, approached with his soldiers and two beautiful women who cared for nothing but pleasure.

  Timon was so changed by his bad thoughts and rough life that Alcibiades did not recognize him at first.

  Who are you? he asked.

  A beast, as you are, was the reply.

  Alcibiades knew his voice, and offered him help and money. But Timon would none of it, and began to insult the women. They, however, when they found he had discovered a gold mine, cared not a jot for his opinion of them, but said, Give us some gold, good Timon. Have you more?