SHYLOCK.
I am content.
PORTIA.
Clerk, draw a deed of gift.
SHYLOCK.
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.
GRATIANO.
In christ’ning shalt thou have two god-fathers.
Had I been judge, thou shouldst have had ten more,
To bring thee to the gallows, not to the font.
[Exit Shylock.]
DUKE.
Sir, I entreat you home with me to dinner.
PORTIA.
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.]