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His borrow'd purse. Well, efica, go in 3
[Exit: Jef. Farewel; and if my fortune be not croft, I have a father, you a daughter, loft.
[Exit. SCENE, the STREET. Enter Gratiano and Salanio in masquerade. Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lorenzo desired us to make a stand.
Sal. His hour is almoft past.
Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells this hour, For lovers ever run before the clock.
Sal. O, ten times falter Venus' pidgeons fly (7).
Gra. That ever holds. Who riseth from a-feast,
(7) 0, ten times fafter Venus' Pidgeons fly.] This is a very odd Image, of Venus's Pidgeons Aying to seal the Bonds of Love. The Sense is obvious, and We know the Dignity due to Venus's Pidgeons. There was certainly a Joke intended here, which the Ignorance, or Boldness, of the first Transcrie bers have murder'd: I doubt not, but Sbakespear wrote the Line thus :
0, ten times fafter Venus' Widgeons fly
To feal, &c. For Widgeon is not only the filly Bird so call’d, but fignifies likewise, metaphorically, a filly Fellow, as Goose, or Gudgeon, does now,
Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind !
Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode ;
Jeffica above, in boy's cloaths.
Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love.,
Jef Lorenzo certain, and my love, indeed;
Lor, Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer.
Lor. So are you, sweet,
With some more ducats, and be with
(Exit from above. Gra. Now by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew.
Lor. Behrew me, but I love her heartily ;
Enter Jessica, to them.
Gra. I'm glad on't; I desire no more delight
[Exeunt. SCENE changes to Belmont. Enter Portia with Morochius, and both their trains.
O, draw aside the curtains, and discover
The fev'ral caskets to this noble Prince. Now make your choice. (Three caskets are discover'd.
Mor. The first of gold, which this inscription bears,
Por. The one of them contains my picture, Prince ; If you chuse that, then I am yours withal.
Mor. Some God direct my judgment ! let me see, I will survey th' inscriptions back again ; What says this leaden casket? Who chuseth me, must give and hazard all be bath. Must give, for what? for lead ? hazard for lead? This casket threatens. Men, that hazard all, Do it in hope of fair advantages: A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross ; I'll then not give, nor hazard, aught for lead. What says the silver, with her virgin hue ? Who chuseth me, fall get as much as he deserves As much as he deserves ? pause there, Morochius; And weigh thy value with an even hand. If thou be'ft rated by thy estimation, Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough May not extend so far as to the lady ; And yet to be afraid of my deserving, Were but a weak disabling of my felf. 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 ftray'd no farther, but chose here ? Let's see once more this saying grav'd in gold. Who chuseth me, fball gain what many men de fire: Why, that's the lady; all the world desires her; From the four corners of the earth they come To kiss this thrine, this mortal breathing faint. Th' Hyrcanian deserts, and the vaftie wilds Of wide Arabia, are as thorough-fares now, For Princes to come view fair Portià. 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 heav'nly picture. Is't like, that lead contains her ? 'twere damnation, To think so base a thought : it were too gross To rib her searcloth in the obfcure
grave. Or shall I think, in filver fhe's immur'd,
Being ten times undervalu'd to try'd gold ?
there, Then I am yours.
(Unlocking the gold casket. Mor. O hell! what have we here? a carrion death, Within whose empty eye there is a scrowl: I'll read the writing.
All that glifters is not gold,
Fare you well, your fuit is cold.
Por. A gentle riddance : draw the curtains ; go
SCENE changes to Venice.
Enter Solarino and Salanio.
With him is Gratiano gone along ;
Sola. The villain few with outcries rais'd the Duke,