SALANIO, SALARINO, friends to Antonio and Bassanio. GRATIANO, LORENZO, in love with Jessica. SHYLOCK, a Jew. TUBAL, a Jew, his friend. LAUNCELOT GOBBO, a clown, servant to Shylock. BALTHAZAR, STEPHANO, } servants to Portia. PORTIA, a rich heiress. NERISSA, her waiting-maid. JESSICA, daughter to Shylock. Magnificoes of Venice, Officers of the Court of SCENE, partly at Venice, and partly at Belmont, the Seat of Portia, on the Continent. A C T I. SCENE I.-Venice. A Street. And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, Salar. Your mind is tossing on the ocean; Salan. Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth, And every object that might make me fear Salar. My wind, cooling my broth, And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks? And now worth nothing? Shall I have the thought Is sad to think upon his merchandise. My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, Ant. Fie, fie! Salan. Not in love neither? Then let's say, you Because you are not merry: and 'twere as easy That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Enter BASSANIO, LORENZO, and GRATIANO. For Gratiano never lets me speak. Gra. Well, keep me company but two years more, Ant. Is that any thing now? Salan. Here comes Bassanio, your most noble kins-Than my faint means would grant continuance. man, Gratiano, and Lorenzo. Fare you well; We leave you now with better company. Nor do Inow make moan to be abrigd'd Salar. I would have staid till I had made you merry, Wherein my time, something too prodigal, If worthier friends had not prevented me. Ant. Your worth is very dear in my regard. I take it, your own business calls on you, Bass. Good signiors both, when shall we laugh? You grow exceeding strange: must it be so? Gra. You look not well, siguior Antonio ; Gra. Let me play the fool: With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come; Sleep, when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice If they should speak, would almost damn those ears, Lor. Well, we will leave you then till dinner-time: Hath left me gaged: to you, Antonio, Ant. I pray you, good Bassanio, let me know it; Bass. In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, Ant. Thou know'st, that all my fortunes are at sea ; SCENE II.-Belmont. A room in Portia's house. Por. By my troth, Nerissa, my little body is aweary of this great world. Ner. You would be, sweet madam, if your miseries were in the same abundance, as your good fortunes are and yet, for aught I see, they are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. It is no mean happiness, therefore, to be seated in the mean; superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer. I Por. You know, I say nothing to him; for he understands not me,uor I him: he hath neither Latin, French, nor Italian; and you will come into the court and swear, that I have a poor pennyworth in the English. He is a proper man's picture; but, alas! who can converse with a dumb show ?How oddly he is suited! I think, he bought his doublet in Italy, his round hose in France, his bonnet inGermany,and his behaviour every where. Ner. What think you of the Scottish lord, his neighbour? for Por. That he hath a neighbourly charity in him; he borrowed a box of the ear of the Englishman, and swore he would pay him again, when he was able: I think, the Frenchman became his surety, and sealed under for another. Ner. How like you the young German, the duke of Saxony's nephew? Pro. Very vilely in the morning, when he is sober; and most vilely in the afternoon, when he is drunk: when he is best, he is little worse than a man; and when he is worst,he is little better than a beast: and the worst fall that ever fell, I hope, I shall make shift to go with Por. Therefore, for fear of the worst, I pray thee, set deep glass of Rhenish wine on the contrary casket: for, if the devil be within, and that temptation without, know he will choose it. I will do any thing, Nerissa, ere I will be married to a sponge. Por. Good sentences, and well pronounced! Ner. They would do better, if well followed. Por. If to do were as easy, as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cot-out him. tages, princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows Ner. If he should offer to choose, and choose the right his own instructions. I can easier teach twenty what casket, you should refuse to perform your father's were good to be done,than be one of the twenty to fol-will, if you should refuse to accept him. low mine own teaching. The brain may devise laws for the blood; but a hot temper leaps over a cold decree: a such a hare is madness, the youth, to skip o'er the meshes of good counsel, the cripple. But this reasoning is not in the fashion to choose me a husband. - O me, the word choose! I may neither choose, whom I would, nor Ner. You need not fear, lady, the having any of these refuse, whom I dislike; so is the will of a living daugh-lords; they have acquainted me with their determinater curb'd by the will of a dead father. -Is it not hard, tions: which is indeed, to return to their home, and Nerissa, that I cannot choose one, nor refuse none? to trouble you with no more suit; unless you may be Ner. Your father was ever virtuous; and holy men, won by some other sort,than your father's imposition, at their death, have good inspirations; therefore, the depending on the caskets. lottery that he hath devised in these three chests, of Por.IfI live to be as old,as Sibylla, I will die as chaste, gold, silver, and lead, (whereof who chooses his mean-as Diana, unless I be obtained by the manner of my faing, chooses you,) will, no doubt, never be chosen ther's will: I am glad this parcel of wooers are so reaby any rightly, but one who you shall rightly love. sonable; for there is not one among them but I dote on But what warmth is there in your affection towards his very absence, and I pray God grant them a fair deany of these princely suitors that are already come? Por. I pray thee, over-name them and as thou namest them, I will describe them: and, according to my description, level at my affection. Ner. First, there is the Neapolitan prince. Por. Ay, that's a colt, indeed, for he doth nothing but talk of his horse; and he makes it a great appropriation to his own good parts, that he can shoe him himself. I am much afraid, my lady his mother played false with a smith. Ner. Then, is there the county Palatine. parture. Ner. Do you not remember, lady, in your father's time, a Venetian, a scholar, and a soldier, that came hither in company of the marquis of Montferrat? Por. Yes, yes, it was Bassanio; as I think, so was he called. Ner. True, madam; he, of all the men that ever my foolish eyes looked upon, was the best deserving a fair lady. Por. I remember him well; and I remember himy worthy of thy praise.-How now! what news? Enter a Servant. Por. He doth nothing but frown; as who should say, An if you will not have me, choose: he hears merry Serv. The four strangers seek for you, madam, to tales, and smiles not: I fear, he will prove the weeping take their leave: and there is a fore-runner come from philosopher when he grows old, being so full of un- a fifth, the prince of Morocco; who brings word, the mannerly sadness in his youth. I had rather be mar-prince, his master, will be here to-night. ried to a death's head with a bone in his mouth, than to either of these. God defend me from these two! Ner. How say you by the French lord, Monsieur Le Bon? Por. God made him, and therefore let him pass for aman! In truth, I know it is a sin to be a mocker; but, he! why, he hath a horse better than the Neapolitan's; a better bad habit of frowning than the count Palatine; he is every man in no man: if a throstle sing, he falls straight a capering; he will fence with his own shadow: if I should marry him, I should marry twenty husbands. If he would despise me, I would forgive him; for if he love me to madness, I shall never requite him. Ner. What say you then to Faulconbridge, the young baron of England? Por. If I could bid the fifth welcome with so good heart as I can bid the other four farewell, I should be glad of his approach: if he have the condition of a saint, and the complexion of a devil, I had rather he should shrive me than wive me. Come, Nerissa.-Sirrah, go before!- Whiles we shut the gate upon one wooer, another knocks at the door. [Exeunt. SCENE III.— Venice. A public place. bound. Shy. Antonio shall become bound, — well. Shy. Three thousand ducats, for three months, and Bass.. Your answer to that. Bass. Have you heard any imputation to the contrary? Shy. Ho, no, no, no, no; -my meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me, that he is sufficient: yet his means are in supposition: he hath an argosy bound to Tripolis, another to the Indies; I understand moreover upon the Rialto, he hath a third at Mexico, a fourth for England,-and other ventures he hath, squander'd abroad: but ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be land-rats, and water-rats, water-thieves, and land-thieves; I mean, pirates; and then, there is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks: the man is, notwithstanding, sufficient; -three thousand ducats; I think, I may take his bond. Bass. Be assured, you may. Shy. I will be assured, I may; and, that I may be assured, I will bethink me. May I speak with Antonio? Bass. If it please you to dine with us. Shy. Yes, to smell pork; to eat of the habitation which your prophet, the Nazarite, conjured the devil into: I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you. What news on the Rialto?-Who is he comes here? Enter ANTONIO. Bass. This is signior Antonio. Shy. No, not take interest; not, as you would say, Ant. Mark you this, Bassanio, Shy. [Aside. How like a fawning publican he looks! Still have I borne it with a patient shrug; I hate him, for he is a christian : But more, for that, in low simplicity, Helends out money gratis, and brings down I will feed fat the ancient grudgel bear him. Bas. Shylock, do you hear? Shy. I am debating of my present store; Of full three thousand ducats: what of that? [To Antonio. For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe: A cur can lend three thousand ducats? or Fair sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last; Ant. I am as like to call thee so again, As to thy friends; (for when did friendship take Who, if he break, thou may'st with better face Shy. Why, look you, how you storm! I would be friends with you, and have your love, Shy. When Jacob graz'd his uncle Laban's sheep, This is kind I offer. This Jacob from our holy Abraham was Ant. This were kindness. Shy. This kindness will I show:- If you repay me not on such a day, In such a place, such sum, or sums, as are Ant. Content, in faith; I'll seal to such a bond, Ant. Why, fear not, man; I will not forfeit it; Of thrice three times the value of this bond. Shy. O, father Abraham, what these Christians are; A pound of man's flesh, taken from a man, As flesh of muttons, beefs, or goats. I say, And, for my love, I pray you, wrong me not. Ant. Hie thee, gentle Jew. [Exit. This Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind. ACT II. Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she-bear, And so may I, blind fortune leading me, Por. You must take your chance; Or swear, before you choose,-if you choose wrong, In way of marriage; therefore be advised! Mor. Nor will not; come, bring me unto my chance! Por. First, forward to the temple; after dinner Your hazard shall be made. SCENE II.-Venice. A street. Laun. Certainly my conscience will serve me to run from this Jew, my master. The fiend is at mine elbow; and tempts me, saying to me, Gobbo, Launcelot Gobbo, good Launcelot, or good Gobbo, or good Launcelot Gobbo, use your legs, take the start, run away: my conscience says,-no, take heed, honest Launcelot; take heed, honest Gobbo; or, as aforesaid, honest Launcelot Gobbo; do not run; scorn running with thy heels! Well, the most courageous fiends bids me pack; via! says the fiend; away! says the fiend, for the heavens; rouse up a brave mind,says the fiend,and run. Well, my conscience, hanging about the neck of my heart, says very wisely to me,-my honest friend Launcelot, being an honest man's son-or rather an honest woman's son ;-for,indeed, my father did something smack, something grow to, he had a kind of taste;-well, my conscience says, Launcelot, budge not; budge, says the fiend: budge not, says my conscience: Conscience, say I, you counsel well; fiend,say SCENE I.-Belmont. A room in Portia's house. Flourish of cornets. Enter the Prince of Morocco, and his train; PORTIA, NERISSA, and other of her Attend-I, you counsel well: to be ruled by my conscience, I ants. Mor. Mislike me not for my complexion, His wife, who wins me by that means I told you, For my affection. Mor. Even for that I thank you; should stay with the Jew, my master, who, (God bless Laun. [Aside.] Oheavens, this is my true begotten father! who, being more than sand-blind, high-gravel blind, knows me not:-I will try conclusions with him. Gob. Master, young gentleman, I pray you, which is the way to master Jew's? Laun. Turn up on your right hand, at the next turning, but, at the next turning of all, on your left; marry, at the very next turning, turn of no hand, but turn down indirectly to the Jew's house. Gob. By God's sonties, 'twill be a hard way to hit. Can you tell me, whether one Launcelot, that dwells with him, dwell with him, or no? Laun. Talk you of young master Launcelot ?-Mark me now; [aside.] now will I raise the waters: - talk you of young master Launcelot? Gob. No master, sir, but a poor man's son; his father, though I say it, is an honest exceeding poor man, and, God be thanked, well to live. |