Shylock
Till thou canst rail the seal from off my bond,
Thou but offend’st thy lungs to speak so loud:
Repair thy wit, good youth, or it will fall
To cureless ruin. I stand here for law.
Duke
This letter from Bellario doth commend
A young and learned doctor to our court.
Where is he?
Nerissa
He attendeth here hard by,
To know your answer, whether you’ll admit him.
Duke
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.