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This hoseth me, must give and hazard all he hath.
you choose that the contains my picture, prince ; And yet to be a seard of my deserving
Were but a weak disabling of mysell. 5
I know if I
Ant. Who's there?
Gra. Signior Antonio ?
Ant. Fy, ty. Gratiano! where are all the rest ?
Tis nine o'clock : our friends all stay for you:
No masque to-night; the wind is come about,
Bassanio presently will go aboard :
I have sent twenty out to seek for you.
Gra. I am glad on't; I desire no more delight,
Than to be under sail and gone to-night.
[Ereunt. SCENE VII.-Belmont. A Room in Portia's House.
Flourish of Cornets. Enter PORTIA, with the
Prince of Morocco, and both their Trains.
Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover
The several caskets to this noble prince :-
Now niake your choice.
Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription bears:
Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire,
The second, silver, which this promise carries ;-
Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves.
third, dull lead, with warning all as blant ;
Por. The one of them
Mor. Some god direct my judgment! Let me see,
I will survey the inseriptions back again :
Who chooseth me, must and hazard all he hath.
Iust give-For what? for lead P hazard for lead ?
This casket threatens : Men, that hazard all,
l'li then nor give,
A golden mind stoops not to shews of dross;
nor hazard, aught for lead.
And weigh thy value with an even hand:
Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough
May not extend so far as to the lady;
As much as I deserve ! Why, that's the lady;
I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes,
In graces, and in qualities of breeding;
But more than these, in love I do deserve.
What if I stray'd no farther, but chose here?
Let's see once more this saying grared
Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire.
Why, that's the lady: all the world desires her:
To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saiut.
The Hyrcaninn deserts, and the
For princes to come view fair' Portia :
The wat'ry kingdom, whose ambitious head
Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar
To stop the foreign spirits : but they come,
As o'er a brook, to see fair Portia.
One of these three contains her heavenly picture.
Is 't like, that lead contains her? Twere damnation,
To think so base a thought; it were too gross
To rib her cerecloth in the obscure grave.
Or shall I think, in silver she's immured,
Being ten times undervalued to try'd gold ?
O sinful thought! Never so rich a gem
Was set in worse than gold. They have in England
Stamped in gold; but that's insculp'd upor;
Lies all within. Deliver me the key:
Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may!
Por, There, take it, prince: and if my form lie there Then I am yours.
(He unlocks the golden casket.)
Mar. O hell! what have we here?
A carrion death, within whose empty eye
There is a written scroll P I'll read the writing.
All that glislers is not gold,
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold,
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms infold.
Had you been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgment old,
Your answer had not been inscrolld:
Fare you well; your suit is cold.
Cold, indeed ; and labour lost;
Then, farewell, heat; and, welcome, frost.
Portia, adieu ! I have too grieved a heart
To take a tedious leave: thus losers part. [Eril.
Por. A gentle riddance: -- Draw the curtains,
Let all of his complexion choose me so. [Escunt.
SCENE VIII.-L'enice. A Street.
Enter SALARINO and SALANIO.
Salar. Why, man, I saw Baskanio under sail;
With him is Gratiano gone along
And in their ship, I am sure, Lorenzo is not.
Salan. The villain Jew with outeries raised the duke;
Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship.
Salar. He cane too late, the ship was under sail :
That in a gondola were seen together
Besides, Antonio certified the duke,
They were not with Bassanio in his ship.
Salan. I never heard a passion so confused,
So strange, outrageous, and so variable,
As the dog Jew did litter in the streets:
My daughter : my ducats !-O my daughter
Fled with a Christian ?-0 my Christian ducats :-
Justice ! the law ! my ducats, and my daughter!
A scaled bag, two sealed bags of ducats,
Of double ducals, stolen from me by my daughter !
jewels; two stones, and precious stones,
len by my daughter - Justice I find the girl!
She hath the stones upon her, and the ducats?
Why, all the boys Venice follow him,
Crying.- his stones, his daughter, and his ducats.
Salan. Let good Antonio look he keep his day,
pay for this.
Marry, well remembered :
1 reasou'd with a Frenchman yesterday;
told me,- in the narrow seas, that part
The French and English, there miscarried
A vessel of our country, richly fraught:
I thought upon Antonio, when he told me;
And wish'a in silence, that it were not his..
Salan. You were best to tell Antonio what you hear ;
Salar. A kinder gentleman treads not the earth.
I saw Bassanio and Autonio part:
Bassanio told him, he would make some speed
of his retarn ;-he answer'd-Do not so,
Slubber not business for my sake, Bassanio,
But stay the rery riping of the time;
And for the Jere's bond, which he hath of me,
it not enter in your mind of lore: Be merry; and
chiefest thoughts To courtship, and such
ostents of love
And even there, his ese being big with tears,
Turning his face, he put his hand behind him,
And with affection wondrous sensible
He wrung Bassanio's hand, and so they parted.
Salan. I think, he onls loves the world for him,
I pray thee, let us go, and find him out,
And quicken his embraced heaviness
With some delight or other.
Do we so.
SCENE IX.- Belmont. A Room in Portia's House.
Enter NERISSA, with a Servant.
Ner. Quick, quick, I pray thee, draw the curtain
The prince of Arragon hath ta'en his oath,
And comes to his election presently.
Flourish of Cornels.
Enter the Prince of Arragort,
PORTIA, and their trains.
Por. Behold, there stand the caskets, noble price :
If you choose that wherein I am contain'd,
Straight shall our nuptial rites be solemnized;
But if you fail, without more speech, my lord,
You must be gone from hence immediately.
Ar. I am enjoin' by oath to observe three things :
First, never to unfold to any one
Which casket 'twas I chose ; next, if I fail
or the right casket, never in my life
To woo a maid in way of marriage ; lastly,
If I do fail in fortune of my choice,
Immediately to leave you and begone.
Por. To these injunctions every one doth swear,
That comes to hazard for
Ar. And so have I address'd me. Fortune now
my To my heart's hope ! - Gold, silver, and base lead Who choosrth me, must give and hazard all he hathu You shall look fairer, ere I give, or hazard. What says the golden chest ? ha! let me see: Who chonseth me, shall gain what many men desire What many men desire-That many may be meant
By the fool multitude, that choose by show,
Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach ;
Which pries not to the interior, but, like the marllet,
Builds in the weather on the outward wall,
I will not choose what many men desire,
And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.
mto thee, thou silver treasure-house ;
Tell me once more what title thou dost bear :
And well said too: Fort as much as he deserves :
who shall go about
To cozen fortune, and be hon
estamp of merit
Let pone presume
O, that estates, degrees, and offices,
Were not derived corruptly and that clear honour
Were purchased by the merit of the wearer!
any then should cover, that stand bare ?
How many be commanded, that command
low much low peasantry would then be glean’d From the true seed of honour and how much honour To be frem the chair and rain of the times,
my choice: Who chooseth me, shall have as much as he deserves. And instantly unlock my fortunes here.
me the key for this, long a pause for that, which you find there.
a blinking idiot, Presenting me a schedule? I will
How much unlike art thou to Portia ?
How much unlike my hopes, and my deservings ?
Who chooseth me, shall have as much as he deserves.
Did I deserve no more than a fool's head ?
Is that my prize ? are my deserts no better?
Por. To offend, and judge, are distinct offices,
of opposed natures.
What is here?
The fire seven times tried this
Secen times tried that judgmentis,
That did never choose amiss :
Some there be, that shadows kiss:
Such have but a shadow's hliss :
There be fools alire, I ris,
Silver 'do'er; and so was this.
Take what wife you will to bed,
I will ever be your head :
So begone, sir, you are sped.