If Shylock is a monster -- and Shakespeare never informs the audience whether he [Shylock] is, the audience must wonder who or what made him a monster.
Por. And hath this Shylock not such right to justiceas much as any other man in Venice?Did not Antonio the merchant thereknow well enough the rigor of the bondwhen first its terms were named? Yea, though he did,did he not laugh, and bind himself therewith,no matter that he did not love the Jew?Though justice be his plea, consider this:that even so the Jew lent on his gold,trusting the just completion of his bond.And now Antonio comes, and mercy asks,in lieu of justice in this noble court.What, shall the weight of our old dreadful lawbe bent by mere fond pity and soft loves,the oak bowed while the reed stands by and mocks?The quality of mercy must be earned,and not strewn gratis on the common groundas pearls for rooting swine, to any foolwho staggers eyeblind into his own follyand cries, "Oh pity me!" Else mercy's selfgrows cheap and tawdry from her overuse.Shy. O Wise young judge, how do I honor thee!Now forfeiture: now justice, and my bond!Por. Nor shall men trifle with our law's sense,seeking their own escape. Saith not the bond`a pound of flesh'? And who beyond child's yearsis such a fool to think that flesh is cutwithout blood shed? Such wry and cogging thoughtdoes but betray itself as treachery,deception in the egg, addled ere hatched.Shy. 'Tis very true: most wise and upright judge!We trifle time: I pray thee, pursue sentence!Por. A pound of that Antonio's flesh is thine:the law allows it and the court awards it.And let what blood may in this surgery runbe interest on three thousand ducats lost.Shy. Most learned judge! A sentence! Come, prepare!Antonio being held, he cuts out his heart and weighs it.Ant. Oh, I die! A curse on all your heads!Shy. Fie, such felons' mouthing shall miss merely.Nay, 'tis too much. Prithee, give it him back.He throweth the excess back.
A lot of the classical allusions in the superficially happy ending [of the Merchant of Venice] are sarcastic to say the least.
ACT V
SCENE I. Belmont. Avenue to PORTIA'S house.
Enter LORENZO and JESSICAIn such a night
Medea gather'd the enchanted herbs
That did renew old AEson.