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Gra. Signior Bassanio,
Salan. 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly orBass. Gratiano!
der'd; Gra. I have a suit to you.
And better, in my mind, not undertook. Bass,
You have obtain'd it. Lor. 'Tis now but four o'clock; we have two Gra. You must not deny me; I must go with hours you to Belmont.
To furnish us:-
Enter Launcelot, with a letter.
Laun. An it shall please you to break ap this,
Is the fair hand that writ. Thy skipping spirit; lest, through thy wild beha- Gra.
Love-news, in faith. viour,
Laun. By your leave, sir. I be misconstrued in the place I go to,
Lor. Whither goest thou ? And lose my hopes.
Laun. Marry, sir, to bid my old master the Jew Gra.
Signior Bassanio, hear me: to sup to-night with my new master the Christian. If I do not put on a sober habit,
Lor. Hold here, take this :-uell gentle Jessica, Talk with respect, and swear but now and then, I will not fail her ;-speak it privately.; 50.Weir prayer-books in my pocket, look demurely ; Gentlemen,
[Eril Launcelot. Nay more, while grace is saying, hood mine eyes' Will you prepare you for this masque to-night? Thus with my hat, and sigh, and say, amen; I am provided of a torch-bearer. Use all the observance of civility,
Salar. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight. Like one well studied in a sad ostent2
Salan. And so will I. To please his grandam, never trust me more.
Meet me, and Gratiano, Bass. Well, we shall see your bearing."
At Gratiano's lodging some hour hence. Gra. Nay, but I bar to-night; you shall not Salar. 'Tis good we do so.
(Exeunt Salar. and Salan. gage me By what we do to-night.
Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica ? Bass. No, that were pity;
Lor. I must needs tell thee all : She hath directed, I would entreat you rather to put on
How I shall take her from her father's house; Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends What gold, and jewels, she is furnish'd with; That purpose merriment : But fare you well, What page's suit she hath in readiness. I have some business.
If c'er ihe Jew, her father, come to heaven, Gra. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest;
It will be for his gentle daughter's sake : But we will visit you at supper-time. (Exeunt. And never dare misfortune cross her foot,
Unless she do it under this excuse, SCENE III.-The same. A room in Shylock's That she is issue to a faithless Jew. house. Enter Jessica and Launcelot.
Come, go with me; peruse this as thou goest : Jes. I am sorry thou wilt leave my father so; Fair Jessica shall be my torch-bearer. (Exeunt. Our house is hell, and thou, a merry devil, Didst rob it of some taste of tediousness;
SCENE V.-The same. Before Shylock's house. But fare thee well; there is a ducat for thee.
Enter Shylock and Launcelot. And, Launcelot, soon at supper shalt thou see Shy. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be the Lorenzo, who is thy new master's guest:
judge, Give him this letter; do it secretly,
The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio :And so farewell; I would not have my father What, Jessica !-thou shalt not gormandize, See me talk with thee.
As thou hast done with me;-What, Jessica !Laun. Adieu !-lears exhibit my tongue.- Most And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out ;heautiful Pagan, -most sweet Jew! Ila Christian Why, Jessica, I say? do not play the knave, and get thee, I am much Laun.
Why, Jessica ! deceived: But, adieu ! these foolish drops do some- Shy. Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call. what drown my manly spirit, adieu ! (Exit. Lain. Your worship was wont to tell me, I Jes. Farewell, good Launcelot.
could do nothing without bidding. Alack, what heinous sin is it in me, To be asham'd to be my father's child !
Enter Jessica. But though I am a daughter to his blood,
Jes. Call you? What is your will ? I am not to his manners: O Lorenzo,
Shy. I am bid forth to supper, Jessica; If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife; There are my keys:-But wherefore should I go; Become a Christian, and thy loving wife. [Erit. I am not bid for love; they flatter me: SCENE IV.-The same.
But yet I'll go in hate, to feed upon A street. Enter Gra- The prodigal Christian.—Jessica, my girl, tiano, Lorenzo, Salarino, and Salanio.
Look to my house:- I am right loath to go; Lor. Nay, we will slink away in supper-time; There is some ill a brewing towards my rest, Disguise us at my lodging, and return
For I did dream of money-bags to-night. All in an hour.
Laun. I beseech you, sir, go; my young master Gra. We have not made good preparation. doth expect your reproach. Salar. We have not spoke us yet of torch- Shy. So do I his. bearers.
Laun. And they have conspired together, I will
not say, you shall see a masque ; but if you do, (1) Gross, licentious. (2) Show of staid and serious demeanour.
(3) Carriage, deportment. (4) Invited.
then it was not for nothing that my nose fell a bleed- Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue. ing on Black-Monday last, at six o'clock i'the Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love. morning, falling out that year on Ash-Wednesday, Jes. Lorenzo, certain, and my love, indeed ; was four year in the afternoon.
For who love I so much? And now who knows, Shy. What! are there masques ? Hear you me, But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours ?. Jessica:
Lór. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum,
thou art. And the vile squeaking of the wry-neck'd fife, Jes. Here, catch this casket ; it is worth the pains. Clamber not you up to the casements then, I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me, Nor thrust your head into the public street, For I am much asham'd of my exchange : To gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces : But love is blind, and lovers cannot see But stop my house's ears, I mean my casements; The pretty follies that themselves commit; Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter For if they could, Cupid himself would blush My sober house.-By Jacob's staff
, I swear, To see me thus transformed to a boy. I have no mind of feasting forth to-night:
Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer. But I will go.-Go you before me, sirrah;
Jes. What, must I hold a candle to my shames ? Say, I will come.
They in themselves, good sooth, are too, too light. Laun.
I will go before, sir. Why, 'tis an office of discovery, love; Mistress, look out at window, for all this;
And I should be obscur'd. There will come a Christian by,
So are you, sweet, Will be worth a Jewess' eye. [Exit Laun. Even in the lovely garnish of a boy. Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha? But come at once ; Jes. His words were, Farewell, mistress; nothing For the close night doth play the run-away, else.
And we are staid for at Bassanio's feast. Shy. The patch is kind enough; but a huge feeder, Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself Snail-slow in profit, and he sleeps by day With some more ducats, and be with you straight. More than the wild cat; drones hive not with me;
(Exit, from above. Therefore I part with him; and part with him Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew. To one that I would have him help to waste Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily: His borrow'd purse. -Well, Jessica, go in; For she is wise, if I can judge of her ; Perhaps, I will return immediately;
And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true; Do, as I bid you,
And true she is, as she hath prov'd hersell; Shut doors aiter you: Fast bind, fast find; And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true, A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. [Exit, Shall she be placed in my constant soul.
Jes. Farewell: and if my fortune be not crost, I have a father, you a daughter, lost. [Exit.
Enter Jessica, below.
What, art thou come?-On, gentlemen, away; SCENE VI.-The same. Enter Gratiano and Our masquing mates by this time for us stay: Salarino, masked.
[Exit wilh Jessica and Salarino. Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lorenzo
Ant. Who's there?
Ant. Fie, fie, Gratiano? where are all the rest ?
Bassanio presently will go aboard : Gra. That ever holds : Who riseth from a feast, I have sent twenty out to seek for you. With that keen appetite that he sits down?
Gra. I am glad on't ; I desire no more delight, Where is the horse that doth untread again Than to be under sail, and gone to-night. (Exe. His tedious measures with the unbated fire
SCENE VII.-Belmont. A room in Portia's That he did pace them first ? All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd.
house. Flourish of cornets. Enter Portia, with How like a younker, or a prodigal,
the prince of Morocco, and both their trains. The scarfedi bark puts from her native bay, Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover Hugg’d and embraced by the strumpet wind!
The several caskets to this noble prince :How like the prodigal doth she return,
Now make your choice. With over-weather'd ribs, and ragged sails,
Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind !
Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire. Enter Lorenzo.
The second ; silver, which this promise carries ;Salar. Here comes Lorenzo; more of this here- Who chooselh me, shall get as much as he deserves. after.
The third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt; Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath. abode;
How shall I know if I do choose the right? Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait; Por. The one of them contains my picture, prince; When you shall please to play the thieves for wives, If you choose that, then I am yours withal. I'll watch as long for you then.-Approach; Mor. Some god direct my judgment! Let me Here dwells my father Jew :-Ho! who's within ?
see, Enter Jessica above, in boy's clothes.
I will survey the inscriptions back again :
What says this leaden casket ? Jes. Who are you? Tell me, for more certainty, Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath.
Must give-For what? for lead ? hazard for lead ? (1) Decorated with flags.
This casket threatens : Men, that hazard all,
Do it in hope of fair advantages :
Salan. The villain Jew with outcries rais'd the A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross
duke ; I'll then nor give, nor hazard, aught for lead. Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship. What says the silver, with her virgin hue ?
Salar. He came too late, the ship was under sail : Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. But there the duke was given to understand, As much as he deserves ?-Pause there, Morocco, That in a gondola were seen together And weigh thy value with an even hand: Lorenzo and his amorous Jessica : Il thou be'st rated by thy estimation,
Besides, Antonio certify'd the duke, Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough They were not with Bassanio in his ship. May not extend so far as to the lady;
Salan. I never heard a passion so confus'd, And yet to be a feard of my deserving,
So strange, outrageous, and so variable, Were but a weak disabling of myself.
As the dog Jew did utter in the streets : As much as I deserve !-Why, that's the lady: My daughter !- O my ducals !- my daughter ! I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes,
Fled with a Christian ?-O my Christian ducats ! In graces, and in qualities of breeding;
Justice! the law ! my ducats, and my daughter ! But more than these, in love I do deserve. A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats, What if I stray'd no further, but chose here;- Of double ducats, stoln from me by my daughter ! Let's see once more this saying grav'd in gold: And jewels ; two stones, two rich and precious Who chooselh me, shall gain what many men desire.
stones, Why, that's the lady; all the world desires her: Stol'n by my daughter ! - Justice! find the girl! From the four corners of the earth they come, She hath
the stones upon her, and the ducats! To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint. Salar. Why, all the boys in Venice follow him, The Hyrcanian deserts, and the vasty wilds Crying,-his stones, his daughter, and his ducats, Of wide Arabia, are as through-fares now,
Salan. Let good Antonio look he keep his day, For princes to come view fair Portia :
Or he shall pay for this. The watery kingdom, whose ambitious head Salar.
Marry, well remember'd : Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar
I reason'd' with a Frenchman yesterday;
The French and English, there miscarried
And wish'd in silence, that it were not his. To ribher cerecloth in the obscure grave.
Salan. You were best to tell Antonio what you Or shall I think, in silver she's immur'd, Being ten times undervalued to try'd gold ? Yet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him. O sinful thought ! Never so rich a gem
Salar. A kinder gentleman treads not the earth. Was set in worse than gold. They have in England I saw Bassanio and Antonio part : A coin, that bears the figure of an angel
Bassanio told him, he would make some speed Stamped in gold: but that's insculp'da upon; of his return; he answer'd-Do not so, But here an angel in a golden bed
Slubbers not business for my sake, Bassanio,
But stay the very riping of the time;
Be merry, and employ your chiefest thoughts
O hell! what have we here? As shall conveniently become you there : A carrion death, within whose empty eye
And even there, his eye being big with tears, There is a written scroll? I'll read the writing. 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 only 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. (Exeunt.
house. Enter Nerissa, with a servant.
-Draw the curtains, Flourish of cornets. Enter the prince of Arragon, Let all of his complexion choose me so. (Exeunt.
Portia, and their trains. SCENE VIII.- Venice. A street. Enter Sala- Por. Behold, there stand the caskets, noble prince: rino and Salanio.
If you choose that wherein I am contain'd.
Straight shall our nuptial rites be solemniz'd; Salar. Why man, I saw Bassanio under sail ; But if you fail, without more speech, my lord, With him is Gratiano gone along ;
You must be gone from hence immediately. And in their ship, I am sure, Lorenzo is not. Ar. I am enjoin'd by oath to observe three things: (1) Enclose. (2) Engraven. (3) Conversed. (5) Shows, tokens. To slubber is to do a thing carelessly
(6) The heaviness he is fond of.
First, never to unfold to any one
10 these deliberate fools! when they do choose,
Ner. The ancient saying is no heresy ;-
Por. Come, draw the curtain, Nerissa.
Enter a Servant.
Here; what would my lord ?
comes before You shall look fairer, ere I give, or hazard. To signify the approaching of his lord : What says the golden chest? ha! let me see :- From whom he bringeth sensible regreets; Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire. To wit, besides commends, and courteous breath; What many men desire. That many may be meant Gifts of rich value ; yet I have not seen By the fool multitude, that choose by show, So likely an embassador of love : Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach ; A day in April never came so sweet, Which pries not to the interior, but, like the martlet, To show how costly summer was at hand, Builds in the weather on the outward wall, As this fore-spurrer comes before his lord. Even in the force? and road of casualty.
Por. No more, I pray thee; I am half aseard,
I I will not choose what many men desire, Thou wilt say anon, he is some kin to thee, Because I will not jump with common spirits, Thou spend'st such high-day wit in praising him.And rank me with the barbarous multitudes. Come, come, Nerissa; for I long to see Why, then to thee, thou silver treasure-house; Quick Cupid's post, that comes so mannerly. Tell me once more what title thou dost bear; Ner. Bassanio, lord love, if thy will it be ! Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves ;
(Exeunt. And well said too: For who shall go about To cozen fortune, and be honourable Without the stamp of merit ! Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity.
ACT III. 0, that estates, degrees, and offices, Were not deriv'd corruptly! and that clear honour SCENE 1.—Venice. A street. Enter Salanio,
and Salarino. Were purchas'd by the merit of the wearer! How many then should cover, that stand bare ?
Salan. Now, what news on the Rialto? How many be commanded, that command ?
Sular. Why, yet it lives there uncheck'd, that How much low peasantry would then be gleand Antonio hath a ship of rich lading wreck'd on the From the true seed of honour? and how much honour narrow seas; the Goodwins, I think they call the Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times, To be new varnish'd ? Well, but to my choice :
place; a very dangerous flat, and fatal, where the
carcases of many a tall ship lie buried, as they say, Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves; if my gossip report be an honest woman of her word. I will assume desert ;-Give me a key for this, Salan. I would she were as lying a gossip in that, And instantly unlock my fortunes here.
as ever knapp'd ginger, or made her neighbours bePor. Too long a pause for that which you find lieve she wept for the death of a third husband :
there. Ar. What's here ? the portrait of a blinking idiot, crossing the plain high-way of talk, -that the good
But it is true,--without any slips of prolixity, or Presenting me a schedule ? I will read it.
Antonio, the honest Antonio,-0 that I had a title How much unlike art thou to Portia ?
good enough to keep his name company! How much unlike my hopes, and my deservings ? Salar. Come, the full stop. Who chooseth me, shall have as much as he deserves.
Salan. Ha,—what say'st thou ?-Why the end Did I deserve no more than a fool's head ? is, he hath lost a ship. Is that my prize ? are my deserts no better? Salar. I would it might prove the end of his
Por. To offend, and judge, are distinct offices, losses ! And of opposed natures.
Salan. Let me say amen betimes, lest the devil Ar.
What is here?
cross my prayer; for here he comes in the likeness The fire seven times tried this ;
of a Jew.
Shy. You knew, none so well, none so well as Silver'd o'er; and so was this.
you, of my daughter's flight. Take what wife you will to bed,
Salar. That's certain ; 1, for my part, knew the
tailor that made the wings she few withal.
Salan. And Shylock, for his own part, knew the Still more fool I shall appear
bird was fledg'd; and then it is the complexion of By the time I linger here :
them all to leave the dam.
Shy. She is damn'd for it,
Salar. That's certain, if the devil may be her
judge. Patiently to bear my wroth.
Shy. My own flesh and blood to rebel ! (Exeunt Arragon, and train. Salan. Out
it, old carrion! rebels it at these Por. Thus hath the candle sing'ď the moth.
years (1) Prepared. (2) Power. (3) Agree with. (4) Know, (5) Salutations,
Salar. There is more difference between thy flesh one night, fourscore ducats.
T'ul. There came divers of Antonio's creditors
Shy. Out upon her! Thou torturest me, Tubal: Salar. Why, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt it was my turquoise ;' I had it of Leah, when I was not take his flesh; What's that good for? a bachelor: I would not have given it for a wilder
Shy. To bait fish withal : if it will feed nothing ness of monkies. else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced Tub. But Antonio is certainly undone. me, and hindered me of half a million; laughed at Shy. Nay, that's true, that's very true; Go, Tumy losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, bal, tee me an officer, bespeak him a fortnight be thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated fore : I will have the heart of him, if he forfeit; mine enemies; and what's his reason? I am a Jew: for were he out of Venice, I can make what mer Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, chandise I will; Go, go, Tubal, and meet me at dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with our synagogue; go, good Tubal; at our synathe same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject gogue, Tubal.
[Exeunt. to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and sum
SCENE II.-Belmont. A room in Portia's mer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not
house. Enter Bassanio, Portia, Gratiano, Nebleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you
rissa, and attendants. The caskets are set out.
I would detain you here some month or two,
Before you venture for me. I could teach you,
me ; But if you do, you'll make me wish a sin Enter Tubal.
That I had been forsworn. Beshrew your eyes, Salan. Here comes another of the tribe; a third They have o'er-look'd me, and divided me; cannot be matched, unless the devil himself turn One half of me is yours, the other half yours,Jew. [Exeunt Salan. Salar, and Servant. Mine own, I would say, but if mine, then yours,
Shy. How now, Tubal, what news from Genoa ? And so all yours: 0! these naughty times hast thou found my daughter?
Put bars between the owners and their rights; Tub. I often came where I did hear of her, but And so, though yours, not yours.--Prove it so, éannot find her.
Let fortune go to hell for it, -not I. Shy. Why there, there, there, there! a diamond I speak too long; but 'tis to peize the time; gone, cost me two thousand ducats in Frankfort! To eke it, and to draw it out in length, The curse never fell upon our nation till now; I To stay you from election. never felt it till now:-two thousand ducats in that ; Bass.
Let me choose; and other precious, precious jewels. I would, my For, as I am, I live upon the rack. daughter were dead at my foot, and the jewels in Por. Upon the rack, Bassanio ? then confess her ear! 'would she were hears'd at my foot, and what treason there is mingled with your love. the ducats in her coffin! No news of them ?—Why, Bass. None, but that ugly treason
of mistrust, so:-and I know not what's spent in the search? Which makes me fear the enjoying of my love: Why, thou loss upon loss! the thief gone with so There may as well be amity and life much, and so much to find the thief; and no satis- "Tween snow and fire, as treason and my love. faction, no revenge: nor no ill luck stirring, but Por. Ay, but I fear, you speak upon the rack, what lights o' my shoulders ; no sighs, but o' my Where men enforced do speak any thing. breathing; no tears, but o' my shedding.
Bass. Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth. Tub. Yes, other men have ill luck too ; Antonio, Por. Well then, confess, and live. as I heard in Genoa,
Confess, and love, Shy. What, what, what ? ill luck, ill luck? Had been the very sum of my confession:
Pub. -hath an argosy cast away, coming from O happy torment, when my torturer Tripolis.
Doth teach me answers for deliverance ! Shy. I thank God, I thank God: Is it true? is But let me to my fortune and the caskets it true?
Por. Away then: I am lock'd in one of them ;
Nerissa, and the rest, stand all aloof.
(1) A precious stone. (2) Delay.