Let me choose ; For, as I am, I live upon the rack.

Por. Upon the rack, Bassanio ? then confess What treason there is mingled with your love.

Bass. None, but that ugly treason of mistrust, Which makes me fear the enjoying of my love: There may as well be amity and life "Tween snow and fire, as treason and my love.

Por. Ay, but, I fear, you speak upon the rack, Where men enforced do speak any thing.

Bass. Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth.
Por. Well then, confess, and live.

Confess, and love,
Had been the very sum of my confession :
O happy torment, when my torturer ,
Doth teach me answers for deliverance!
But let me to my fortune, and the caskets.

Por. Away then ; I am lock'd in one of them; , If you do love me, you will find me out. Nerissa, and the rest, stand all aloof.Let musick sound, while he doth make his choice; Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end, Fading in musick: that the comparison May stand more proper, my eye shall be the stream, And wat'ry death-bed for him: He may win; And what is musick then? then musiek is Even as the flourish when true subjects bow To a new-crown’d monarch: such it is, As are those dulcet sounds in break of day, That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's ear, And summon him to marriage. Now he goes, With no less presence*, but with much more love, Than young Alcides, when he did redeem The virgin tribute paid by howling Troy To the sea-monster: I stand for sacrifice, The rest aloof are the Dardanian wives, With bleared visages, come forth to view, The issue of the exploit. Go, Hercules !

* Dignity of mien.

Live thou, I live :-With much, much more dismay
I view the fight, than thou that mak'st the fray.

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Musick, whilst Bassanio comments on the caskets

to himself.

1. Tell me, where is fancy * bred,

Or in the heart, or in the head?

How begot, how nourished ?
Reply. 2. It is engender'd in the eyes,

With gazing fed ; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies :

Let us all ring fancy's knell ;
I'll begin it, Ding, dong, bell.

AN. Ding, dong, bell.
Bass.-So may the outward shows be least them-

The world is still deceiv’d with ornament.
In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,
But, being season'd with a gracious t voice,
Obscures the show of evil? In religion,
What damned error, but some sober brow.
Will bless it, and approve it with a text,
Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
There is no vice so simple, but assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules, and frowning Mars;
Who, inward search’d, have livers white as milk?
And these assume but valour's excrement,
To render them redoubted. Look on beauty,
And you shall see 'tis purchas’d by the weight
Which therein works a miracle in nature, .
Making them lightest that wear most of it :
So are those crisped I snaky golden locks,
Which make such wanton gambols with the wind,
Upon supposed fairness, often known

* Love. + Winning favour. | Curled.

To be the dowry of a second head,
The scull that bred them, in the sepulchre.
Thus ornament is but the guiled * shore
To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf
Veiling an Indian beauty; in a word,
The seeming truth which cunning times put on
To entrap the wisest. Therefore, thou gaudy gold,
Hard food for Midas, I will none of thee :
Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge
'Tween man and man: but thou, thou meagre lead,
Which rather threat'nest, than dost promise aught,
Thy plainness moves me more than eloquence!
And here choose I: Joy be the consequence !

Por. How all the other passions fleet to air,
As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embrac'd despair,
And shuddering fear, and green-ey'd jealousy.
O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstacy,
In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess;
I feel too much thy blessing, make it less,
For fear I surfeit !
Bass. . What find I here?

[Opening the leaden casket. Fair Portia's counterfeit t? What demi-god Hath come so near creation ? Move these eyes? Or whether, riding on the balls of mine, Seem they in motion ? Here are sever'd lips, Parted with sugar'd breath; so sweet a bar Should sunder such sweet friends: Here in her hairs The painter plays the spider; and hath woven A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men, Faster than gnats in cobwebs : But her eyes, How could he see to do them? having made one, Methinks it should have power to steal both his, And leave itself unfurnish'd: Yet look, how far The substance of my praise doth wrong this shadow In underprizing it, so far this shadow Doth limp behind the substance.-Here's the scroll, The continent and summary of my fortune.

* Treacherous. + Likeness, portrait.

You that choose not by the view,
Chance us fair, and choose as true! .
Since this fortune falls to you,
Be content, and seek no new.
If you be well pleas'd with this,
And hold your fortune for your bliss,
Turn you where your lady is,

And claim her with a loving kiss.
A gentle scroll ;--Fair lady, by your leave;

. [Kissing her.
I come by note, to give, and to receive,
Like one of two contending in a prize,
That thinks he hath done well in people's eyes,
Hearing applause, and universal shout,
Giddy in spirit, still gazing, in a doubt
Whether those peals of praise be his or no;
So, thrice fair lady, stand I, even so;
As doubtful whether what I see be true,
Until confirm’d, sign’d, ratified by you.

Por. You see me, lord Bassanio, where I stand, Such as I am : though for myself alone, I would not be ambitious in my wish, . To wish myself much better; yet, for you, I would be trebled twenty times myself; A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times More rich; That only to stand high on your account, I might, in virtues, beauties, livings, friends, Exceed account; but the full sum of me Is sum of something; which, to term in gross, Is an unlesson'd girl, unschool’d, unpractis'd : Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; and happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn; Happiest of all, is, that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king. Myself, and what is mine, to you, and yours Is now converted: but now I was the lord Of this fair mansion, master of my servants,

Queen o'er myself; and even now, but now,
This house, these servants, and this same myself,
Are yours, my lord; I give them with this ring;
Which when you part from, lose, or give away,
Let it presage the ruin of your love,
And be my vantage to exclaim on you.

Bass. Madam, you have bereft me of all words,
Only my blood speaks to you in my veins :
And there is such confusion in my powers,
As, after some oration fairly spoke
By a beloved prince, there doth appear
Among the buzzing pleased multitude;
Where every something, being blent* together,
Turns to a wild of nothing save of joy,
Express'd, and not express’d : But when this ring
Parts from this finger, then parts life from hence ;
0, then be bold to say, Bassanio's dead.

Ner. My lord and lady, it is now our time,
That have stood by, and seen our wishes prosper,
To cry, good joy ; Good joy, my lord, and lady!

Gra. My lord Bassanio, and my gentle lady,
I wish you all the joy that you can wish;
For, I am sure, you can wish none from me:
And, when your honours mean to solemnize
The bargain of your faith, I do beseech you
Even at that time I may be married too.

Bass. With all my heart, so thou canst get a wife.

Gra. I thank your lordship; you have got me one. My eyes, my lord, can look as swift as yours : You saw the mistress, I beheld the maid ; You lov’d, I lov’d; for intermission t No more pertains to me, my lord, than you. Your fortune stood upon the caskets there; And so did mine too, as the matter falls : For wooing here, until I sweat again; And swearing, till my very roof was dry With oaths of love ; at last,--if promise last, I got a promise of this fair one here, To have her love, provided that your fortune

* Blended. + Pause, delay.

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