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"PS, I will rele-Well, Jean?'p to waste
Therefore I part with him; and part with him
Jes. Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost,
SCENE VI.—The same.
Enter GRATIANO and SALARINO, masqued.
Salar. His hour is almost past.
Salar. O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly
Gra. That ever holds: Who riseth from a feast,
With over-weather'd ribs, and ragged sails,
Enter LORENZO. Salar. Here comes Lorenzo ;-more of this hereaf
ter. Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long a
bode; Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait; When you shall please to play the thieves for wives, I'll watch as long for you then.-Approach ; Here dwells my father Jew :-Ho! who's within ?
Enter Jessica above, in boy's clothes.
Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love.
Jes. Lorenzo, certain ; and my love, indeed; For who love I so much? And now who knows, But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours ? Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that
thou art. Jes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains. I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me, For I am much asham'd of my exchange : But love is blind, and lovers cannot see i The pretty follies, that themselves commit; For, if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy.
Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer.
Jes. What, must I hold a candle to my shames ? They in themselves, good sooth, are too too light.
Why, 'tis an office of discovery, love;
Lor. So are you, sweet,
Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself
[Erit, from above. Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew.
Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily:
Enter JESSICA, below.
[Exit with Jessica and SALARINO.
Ant. Fye, fye, Gratiano! where are all the rest?
Gra. I am glad on't; I desire no more delight,
A room in Portia's house.
Flourish of Cornets. Enter Portia, with the Prince of
Morocco, with both their trains.
Mor. The first of gold, who this inscription bears;
Por. The one of them contains my picture, prince; If you choose that, then I am yours withal.
Mor. Some god direct my judgment! Let me see, I will survey the inscriptions back again : What says this leaden casket ? Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath. 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 nor give, nor hazard, aught for lead. What says the silver, with her virgin hue? Who chooseth me, shull get as much as he deserves. As much as he deserves ?—Pause there, Morocco, And weigh thy value with an even hand : If thou be’st rated by thy estimation, Thou dost deserve enough ; and yet enough May not extend so far as to the lady ;
And yet to be afeard of my deserving, Were but a weak disabling of myself. 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 further, but chose here?Let's see once more this saying grav’d in gold: Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire. Why, that's the lady; all the world desires her: From the four corners of the earth they come, To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint. The Hyrcanian deserts, and the vasty wilds Of wide Arabia, are as through-fares now, For princes to come view fair Portia : The watry 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 immur'd, 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 A coin, that bears the figure of an angel Stamped in gold; but that's insculp'd upon; But here an angel in a golden bed Lies all within.-Deliver me the key; . Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may !