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Jes. Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost, Our masquing mates by this time for us stay.
I have a father, you a daughter, lost. [Exit.

Exit with Jessica and Salarino.
SCENE VI.-The same.

Enter Antonio.
Enter Gratiano and Salarino, masqued. Ant. Who's there?
Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lorenzo Gra. Signior Antonio?
Desir'd us to make stand.

Ant. Fie, fie, Gratiano! where are all the rest?
Salar. His hour is almost past.

'Tis nine o'clock; our friends all stay for you :Gra. And it is marvel heout-dwells his hour, No masque to-night; the wind is come about, For lovers ever run before the clock.

Bassanio presently will go aboard :
Salar. O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly I have sent twenty out to seek for you.
To seal love's bonds new made, than they are wont, Gra. I am glad on't; I desire no more delight,
To keep obliged faith unforfeited !

Than to be under sail and gone to-night. [Exeunt.
Gra. That ever holds: Who riseth from a feast,
With that keen appetite that he sits down?

SCENE VII.-Belmont. A room in Portia's house.
Where is the horse, that doth untread again

Flourish of cornets. Enter Portia, with the Prince His tedious measures with the unbated fire,

of Morocco, and both their trains. That he did pace them first? All things that are, Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover Are with more spirit chased than enjoy’d.

The several caskets to this noble prince:How like a younker, or a prodigal,

Now make your choice! The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,

Mor. The first of gold, who this inscription bears ;Hugg’d and embraced by the strumpet wind ! Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire. How like the prodigal doth she return;

The second, silver, which this promise carries;-
With over-weather'd ribs, and ragged sails, Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves.'
Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind! This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt;-

Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath.
Enter Lorenzo.

How shall I know if I do choose the right?
Salar. Here comes Lorenzo; more of this hereafter. Por. The one of them contains my picture, prince;
Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode! If you choose that, then I am yours withal.
Notl, but my atlairs, have made you wait:

Mor. Some god direct my judgment! Let me see,
When you shall please to play the thieves for wives, I will survey the inscriptions back again :
I'll watch as long for you then.- Approach ; What says this leaden casket?
Here dwells
my father Jew.-Ho! who's within ? Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath.

Must give-For what? for lead? haza lead?
Enter Jessica above, in boy's clothes,

This casket threatens. Men, that hazard all,
Jes. Who are you? Tell me, for more certainty, Do it in hope of fair advantages:
Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue.

A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross;
Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love.

I'll then nor give, nor hazard, aught for lead.
Jes. Lorenzo, certain ; and my love, indeed; What says the silver, with her virgin hue?
For who love I so much? And now who knows, Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves.
But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours ?

As much as he deserves ?—Pause there, Morocco,
Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that And weigh thy value with an even hand :
thon art.

If thou be'st rated by thy estimation,
Jes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains. Thou dost deservcenough; and yet enough
I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me,

May not extend so far as to the lady;
For I am much asham'd of my exchange:

And yet to be afeard of my deserving, But love is blind, and lovers cannot see

Were but a weak disabling of myself.
The pretty follies that themselves commit;

As much as I deserve !—Why, that's the lady;
For if they could, Cupid himself would blush I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes,
To see me thus transformed to a boy.

In graces, and in qualities of breeding;
Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer. But more than these, in love I do deserve.
Jes. What, must I hold a candle to my shames ? What if I stray'd no further, but chose here?
They in themselves, good sooth, are too, too light. Let's see once more this saying grav'd in gold:
Why, 'tis an office of discovery, love;

Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire.
And I should be obscured.

Why, that's the lady; alì the world desires her: Lor. So are you, sweet,

From the four corners of the earth they come, Even in the lovely garnish of a boy.

Tokiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint. But come at once ;

The llyrcanian deserts, and the vasty wilds For the close night doth play the run-away,

Of wide Arabia, are as through-fares now,
And we are staid for at Bassanio's feast.

For princes to come view fair Portia:
Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself The wat’ry kingdom, whose ambitious head
With some more ducats, and be with you straight. Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar

[Exit, from above. To stop the foreign spirits; but they come,
Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew. As o'er a brook, to see fair Portia.
Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily

One of these three contains her heavenly picture. For she is wise, if I can judge of her;

Is’t like, that lead contains her? 'Twere damnation, And fair she is, ifthat mine eyes be true;

To think so base a thought; it were too gross, And true she is, as she hath prov'd herself;

To rib her cerecloth in the obscure grave. And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true, Or shall I think, in silver she's immur'd, Shall she be placed in my constant soul.

Being ten times undervalued to try'd gold?

O sinful thought ! Never so rich a gem
Enter Jessica, below.
What, art thou come ?-On, gentlemen, away;

Was get 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. As shall conveniently become you there!
But here an angel in a golden bed

And even there, his eye being big with tears,
Lies all within.-Deliver me the key;

Turning his face, he put his hand behind him,
Here do I choose, and thrivelas I may !

And with aflection wondrous sensible
Por. There, take it, prince; and if my form lie there, He wrung Passanio’s hand, and so they parted.
Then I am yours.

[Heunlocks the golden casket. Salan. I think, he only loves the world for him. Mor. O hell! what have we here?

I pray thee, let us go, and find him out, A carrion death, within whose empty eye

And quicken his enibraced heaviness
There is a written scroll ? I'll read thee writing. With some delight or other!

Salar. Do we so!
All that glisters is not gold,

(Exeunt. Often have you heard that told:

SCENE IX.-Belmont. Aroom in Portia's house.
Many a man his life hath sold,

Enter Nerissa, witha Servant.
But my outside to behold.
Gilded tombs do worins unfold.

Ner. Quick, quick, I pray thee, draw the curtain

straight! Had

you been as wise as bold, Young in limbs, in judgment old,

The prince of Arragon hath ta'en his oath,

And coines to his election presently.
Your answer had not been inscrold:
Fare you well; your suit is cold.

Flourish of cornets. Enter the Prince of Arragon, Cold, indeed; and labour lost;

Portia, and their trains.
Then, farewell, heat; and, welcome, frost. Por. Behold, there stand the caskets, noble prince!
Portia, adien!I have too griev'd a heart

If you choose that wherein I am contain'd,
To take a tedious leave: thus losers part. (Exit. Straight shallour nuptial rites be solemniz'd;

Por. A gentle riddance. --Braw the curtains, go; But if you fail, without more speech, my lord,
Let all of his complexion choose me so ! [Exeunt. You must be gone from hence immediately.

Ar. Iam enjoin'd by oath to observe three things :
SCENE VIII.- Venice. A street.

First, never to unfold to any one,

Which casket'twas I chose; next, if I fail
Salar. Why man, I saw Bassanio under sail; Of the right casket, never in my life
With him is Gratiano gone along;

To woo a maid in way of marriage, lastly,
And in their ship, I am sure, Lorenzo is not.

If I do fail in fortune of my choice, Salan. The villain Jew with outcrics rais'd the duke; Immediately to leave you and be gone. Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship.

Por. To these injunctions every one doth swear, Salar. He came too late, the ship was under sail : That comes to hazard for my worthless self. But there the duke was given to understand,

Ar. And so have I address'd me. Fortune now That in a gondola were seen together

To my heart's hope !-Gold, silver, and base lead. Lorenzo and his amorous Jessica :

Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath. Besides, Antonio certify'd the duke,

You shall look fairer, ere I give, or hazard. They were not with Bassanio in his ship.

What says the golden chest? ha ! let me see:Salan. I never heard a passion so confus’d,

Who chooseth me , shall gain what many men desire. So strange, outrageous, and so variable,

What many men desire? That many may be meant As the dog Jew did utter in the streets :

By the fool multitude, that choose by show, My daughter!-O my ducats!—0) my daughter! Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach; Fled with a Christian?-O my Christian ducats ! Which pries not to the interior, but, like the martlet, Justice! the law! my ducats, and my daughter! Builds in the weather on the outward wall, A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats,

Even in the force and road of casualty.
of double ducats, stol'n from me by my daughter! I will not choose what many men desire,
And jewels; two stones, two rich and precious stones, Because I will not jump with common spirits,
Sloľn by my daughter !—Justice! find the girl! And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.
She hath the stones upon her, and the ducats ! Why, then to thee, thou silver treasure-house;
Salar. Wlay, all the boys in Venice follow him, Tell me once more what title thou dost bear:
Crying,-his stones, his daughter, and his ducats. Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves.

Salan. Let good Antonio look he keep his day, And well said too: for who shall go about
Or he shall pay for this.

To cozen fortune, and be honourable
Salar. Marry, well remember'd.

Without the stamp of merit ! Let none presume I reason’d with a Frenchman yesterday;

To wear an undeserved dignity! Who told me,- in the narrow seas, that part

o, that estates, degrees, and offices, The French and English, there miscarried

Were not deriv'd corruptly! and that clear honour A vessel of our country, richly fraught:

Were purchas'd by the merit of the wearer! I thought upon Antonio, when he told me;

How many then should cover, that stand bare? And wish'd in silence, that it were not his.

How many be commanded, that command ? Salan. You were best to tell Antonio what you hear ; How much low peasantry would then be glean’d Yet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him.

From the truc seed of honour? and how much honour Salar. A kinder gentleman treads not the earth. Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times, I saw Bassanio and Antonio part:

To be new varnish’d? Well, but to my choice: Bassanio told him, he would make some speed Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. Of his return; he answer'd-Do not so,

I will assume desert :- give me the key for this,
Slubber not business for my sake, Bassanio, And instantly unlock my fortunes here.
stay the very riping of the time;

Por. Too long a panse for that, which you

find there. And for the Jew's bond, which he hath of me, Ar. What's here? the portrait of a blinking idiot, Let it not enter in your mind of love:

Presenting me a schedule? I will read it.
Be merry, and employ your chiefest thoughts How much unlike art thou to Portia!
To courtship, and such fair ostents of love

How much unlike my hopes, and my deservings!

Who chooseth me, shall have as much as he deserves. Salan. Let me say amen betimes, lest the devil cross Did I deserve no more than a fool's head ?

my prayer; for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew.Is that my prize ? are my deserts no better? Por. To offend, and judge, are distinct offices,

Enter SHYLOCK. And of opposed natures.

How now, Shylock? what news among the merchants? Ar. What is here?

Shy. You knew, none so well, none so well as yon,

of my daughter's flight.
The fire seven times tried this;
Seven times tried that judgement is,i

Salar. That's certain ; I, for my part, knew the tailor

that made the wings she flew withal. That did never choose amiss:

Salan. And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird Some there be, that shadows kiss;

was fledg’d; and then it is the complexion of them all Such hive but a shadow's bliss :

to leave the dam.
There be fools alive, I wis,
Silver'd o'er; and so was this.

Shy. She is damn'd for it.

Salar. That's certain, if the devil may be her judge.
Take what u
wiser you will to bed,

Shy, My own flesh and blood to rebel!
I will ever be your head:

Salan. Out upon it, old carrion! rebels it at these
So begone, sir, you are sped.

years? Still more fool I shall appear

Shy. I say, my daughter is my flesh and blood. By the time I linger here:

Salar.There is more difference between thy flesh and With one fool's head I came to woo,

hers, than between jet and ivory: more between your But I go away with two.

bloods, than there is between red wine and rhenish Sweet, adieu! I'll keep my oath,

But tell us, do you hear, whether Antonio have had any Patiently to bear my wroth.

loss at sea, or no? (Exeunt Arragon, and Train. Shy. There I have another bad match: a bankrupt, Por. Thus hath the candle sing’d the moth. a prodigal, who dare scarce show his head on the RialO these deliberate fools! when they do choose, to; - a beggar, that used to come so smug upon the They have the wisdom by their wit to lose.

mart; - let him look to this bond: he was wont to call Ner. The ancient saying is no heresy ;

me usurer; — let him look to his bond: he was wont to Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.

lend money for a Christian courtesy;- let him look to Por. Come, draw the curtain, Nerissa!

his bond!

Salar.Why, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt no take Enter a Servant.

his flesh; what's that good for? Serv. Where is my lady?

Shy. To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else, Por. Here; what would my lord ?

it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and Serv. Madam, there is alighted at your gate

hindered me of half a million; laughed at my losses, A young Venetian, one, that comes before

mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my To signify the approaching of his lord :

bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; From whom he bringeth sensible regrets;

and what's his reason? I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? To wit, besides commends, and courteous breach, hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, Gifts of rich value; yet I have not seen

affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt So likely an embassador of love:

with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, A day in April never came so sweet,

healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the To show how costly summer was at hand,

same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick As this fore-sparrer comes before his lord.

us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not langh? Por. No more, I pray thee; I am half afeard, if you poison us, do we not die? and, if you wrong us, Thou wilt say anon, he is some kin to thee,

shall we not revenge? if we are like you in the rest, we Thou spend'st such high-day wit in praising him.- will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, Come, come, Nerissa; for I long to see

what is his humility? revenge: ifa Christian wrong a Quick Cupid's post, that comes so mannerly. Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian examNer. Bassanio, lord Love, if thy will it be! (Exeunt. ple? why, revenge. The villainy, you teach me, I will

execute; and it shall go hard, but I will better the in

SCENEI.-Venice. A street.

Enter a Servant.
Enter Salaxio and SALARINO.

Serv. Gentlemen, my master Antonio is at his honse, Salan. Now, what news on the Rialto ?

and desires to speak with you both. Salar. Why, yet it lives there uncheck’d, that Anto- Sular. We have been up and down to seek him. nio hath a ship of rich lading wreck'd on the narrow seas: the Goodwins, I think they call the place; a very

Enter TUBAL. dangerous flat, and fatal, where the carcases of many a Salan. Here comes another of the tribe; a third tall ship lie buried, as they say, if my gossip report be cannot be matched, unless the devil himselfturn Jew. an honest woman of her word.

[Exeunt Salan. Salar. and Servant. Salan. I would she were as lying a gossip in that, as Shy. How now, Tahal, what news from Genoa? hast ever knapp'd ginger, or made her neighbours believe thou found my daughter? she wept for the death of a third husband: but it is Tub. I often came where I did hear of her, but cantrue--without any slips of prolixity, or crossing the not find her. plain high-way of talk,--that the good Antonio, the Shy. Why there, there, there, there! a diamond honest Antonio, ----O that I had a title good enough gone, cost me two thousand ducats in Frankfort! The to keep his name company !-

curse never fell upon onr nation till now; I never felt Salar. Come, the full stop!

it till now:--two thousand dacats in that; and other Salan. Ha,--what say’st thou ?--Why, the end is, 'precions, precious jewels. - I would, my daughter he hath lost a ship!

were dead at my foot and the jewels in her ear! 'would Salar. I would it might prove the end of his losses ! she were hears'd at my foot, and the ducats in her

coffin! No news of them ?- Why, so :-and-and1 Which makes me fear the enjoying of my love:
know not what's spent in the search: why, thou There may as well be amity and life
loss upon loss! the thief gone with so much, and so 'Tween snow and fire, as treason and my love.
much to find the thief; and no satisfaction, no re Por. Ay, but I fear, you speak upon the rack,
venge: nor no ill luck stirring, but what lights o' my Where men enforced do speak any thing
shoulders; no sighs, but o' my breathing; no tears, Bass. Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth.
but o' my shedding.

Por. Well then, confess, and live.
Tub. Yes, other men have ill luck too; Antonio, as Bass. Confess, and love,
I heard in Genoa, -

Had been the very sum of my confession:
Shy. What, what, what? ill luck, ill luck? O happy torment, when my torturer
Tub. —hath an argosy cast away, coming from Tri- Doth teach me answer for deliverance!

But let me to my fortune and the caskets.
Shy. I thank God, I thank God!-Is it true? is it true? Por. Away then : I am lock'd in one of them ;
Tub. I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped If you do love me, you will find me out.-
the wreck.

Nerissa, and the rest, stand all aloof!--
Shy. I thank thee, good Tubal. —Good news, gova Let music sound, while he doth make his choice;
news: ha! ha—Where? in Genoa ?

Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end, Tub. Your daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, one Fading in music: that the comparison night, fourscore ducats.

May stand more proper, my eye shall be the stream Shy, Thon stick'st a dagger in me:- I shall never and wat’ry death-bed for him. He may win; see my gold again! Fourscore dacats at a sitting! And what is music then? then musicis fourscore ducats !

Even as the flourish, when true subjects bow Tub. There came divers of Antonio's creditors in my To a new-crowned monarch: such it is, company to Venice, that swear he cannot choose but As are those dulcet sounds in break of day, break.

That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's ear, Shy. I am very glad ofit: I'll plague him ; I'll tor- And summon him to marriage. Now he goes, ture him; I am glad of it.

With no less presence, but with much more love, Tub. One of them shewed me a ring, that he had of Than young Alcides, when he did redeem your daughter for a monkey.

The virgin tribute paid by howling Troy
Shy. Out upon her! Thou torturest me, Tubal : it To the sea-monster : I stand for sacrifice,
was my turquoise; I had it of Leah, when I was a The rest aloofare the Dardanian wives,
bachelor: I would not have given it for a wilderness With bleared visages, come forth to view
of monkies.

The issuc of the exploit. Go, Hercules !
Tub. But Antonio is certainly undone.

Live thou, I live:-with much much more dismay
Shy. Nay, that's true, that's very true! Go, Tubal, I view the fight, than thou that mak'st the fray.
fee me an officer, bespeak him a fortnight before: I
will have the heart of him, if he forfeit; for were he Music, whilst Bassanio comments on the Caskets to
out of Venice, I can make what mierchandise I will: go,

go, Tubal, and meet me at our synagogue; go, good

Tubal; at our synagogue, Tubal. [Exeunt.

1. Tell me, where is fancy breid,

Or in the heart, or in the head?
SCENE II.-Belmont. A room in Portia's house.

How begot, how nourished?
Enter Bassanio, PORTIA, Gratiano, Nerissa, and Reply.
Attendants. The Caskets are set out,

2. It is engender'd in the eyes,
Por. I pray you, tarry, pause a day or two,

With gazing fed; and fancy dies
Before you hazard; for, in choosing wrong,

In the cradle where it lies.
I lose your company; therefore forbear a while!

Let us all ring fancy's knell;
There's something tells me, (bat it is not love,)

ill begin it,- Ding dong, bell.
I would not lose you; and you know yourself,

All. Ding, dong, bell.
Hate counsels not in such a quality:
Butlest you should not understand me well,

Bass.So may the outward shows be least themselves;
(And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought,) The world is still deceiv'd with ornament,
I would detain you here some month or two, In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,
Before you venture for me. I could teach you, But, being season'd with a gracious voice,
How to choose right, but then I am forsworn; Obscures the show of evil? In religion,
So will I never be: so may you miss me:

What damned error, but some sober brow
But if you do, yon'll make me wish a sin,

Will bless it, and approve it with a text,
That I had been forsworn. Beshrew your eyes, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
They have o'er-look'd me, and divided me;

There is no vice so simple, but assumes
One half of me is yours, the other half yours, Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
Mine own, I would say; but ifmine, then yours, How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false,
And so all yours: 0! these naughty times

As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
Put bars between the owners and their rights; The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars ;
And so, though yours, not yours.-- Prove it so, Who, inward search'd, havelivers white as milk?
Let fortune go to hell for it, --not I.

And these assume but valour's excrement,
I speak too long; but'tis to peize the time;

To render them redoubted. Look on beauty,
Toeke it, and to draw it out in length,

And you shall see’tis purchas'd by the weight;
To stay you from election.

Which therein works a miracle in nature,
Bass. Let me choose;

Making them lightest that wear most of it:
For, as I am, I live upon the rack.

So are those crisped snaky golden locks,
Por. Upon the rack, Bassanio? then confess, Which makesuch wanton gambols with the wind,
What treason there is mingled with your love. Upon supposed fairness, often known
Bass. None, but that ugly treason of mistrust, | To bethe dowry of a second head,

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The scull that bred them, in the sepulchre.

Myself, and what is mine, to you and yours Thus ornament is but the guiled shore

Is now converted: but now I was the lord To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf Of this fair mansion, master of my servants, Veiling an Indian beauty; in a word,

Queen o'er myself; and even now, but now,
The seeming truth which cunning times put on This house, these servants, and this same myself,
To entrap the wisest. Therefore, thon gaudy gold, Are yours, my lord; I give them with this ring;
Hard food for Midas, I will none of thee:

Which when you part from, lose, or give away,
Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge Let it presage the ruin of your love,
"Tween man and man: but thou, thou meagrelead, And be my’vantage to exclaim on you.
Which rather threat'nest, than dost promise aught. Bass. Madam, you have bereft me of all words,
Thy plainness moves me more than eloquence, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins :
And here choose I : joy be the consequence !

And there is such confusion in my powers,
Por. How all the other passions fleet to air,

As, after some oration fairly spoke
As doubtful thoughts, and rasli-embrac'd despair, By a beloved prince, there doth appear
And shudd'ring fear, and green-ey'd jealousy. Among the buzzing pleased multitude;
O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy,

Where every something, being blent together,
In measure rain thyjoy, scant this excess;

Turns to a wild of'nothing, save of joy, I feel too much thy blessing, make it less,

Express'd, and not express’d. But when this ring For fear I surfeit!

Parts from this finger, then parts life from hence; Bass. What find I here? (Opening the leaden casket. O, then be bold to say, Bassanio's dead. Fair Portia's counterfeit? What demi-god

Ner. My lord and lady, it is now our time, Hath come so near creation! Move these eyes?

That have stood by, and seen our wishes prosper, Or whether, riding on the balls of mine,

To cry, good joy, good joy, my lord and lady! Seem they in motion ? Here are sever'd lips,

Gra. My lord Bassanio, and my gentle lady, Parted with sugar breath; so sweet a bar

I wish you all the joy that you can wish; Should sander such sweet friends. Here in her hairs For I am sure, you can wish none from me: The painter plays the spider; and hath woven And, when your honours mean to solemnize A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men,

The bargain of your faith, I do beseech you, Faster than gnats in cobwebs. But her eyes, - Even at that time I may be married too. How could he see to do them? having made one, Bass. With all my heart, so thou canst get a wife. Methinks, it should have power to steal both his, Gra. I thank your lordship; you have got me one. And leave itself unfurnish'd. Yet look, how far My eyes, my lord, can look as swift as yours : The substance of my praise doth wrong this shadow You saw the mistress, I beheld the maid; In underprizing it, so far this shadow

You lov’d, I lov'd; for intermission Dothlimp behind the substance.—Here's the scroll, No more pertains to me, my lord, than you. The continent and sum:nary of my fortune.

Your fortune stood upon the caskets there;

And so did mine too, as the matter falls:
You that cho ose not by the view,

For wooing here, until I sweat again;
Chance as fair, and choose as true!
Since this fortune falls to you,

And swearing, till my very roof was dry

With oaths of love ; at last,-if promise last, -
Be content, and seek no new!

I got a promise of this fair one here,
If you be well pleas’d with this,

To have her love, provided that your fortune
And hold your fortune for your bliss,

Achiev'd her mistress.
Turn you where your lady is

Por. Is this true, Nerissa?
And claim her with a loving kiss.

Ner. Madam, it is, so you stand pleas'd withal. A gentlescroll;—fair lady, by your leave;[Kissing her. Bass. And do you, Gratiano, mean good faith? I come by note, to give, and to receive.

Gra. Yes, 'faith, my! lord. Like one oftwo contending in a prize,

Bass. Our feast shall be much honoured in your marThat thinks he hath done well in people's eyes, riage. Hearing applause, and universal shout,

Gra. We'll play with them, the first boy for a thouGiddy in spirit, still gazing, in a doubt

sand ducats. Whether those peals of praise be his or no;

Ner. What, and stake down? So, thrice fairlady, stands, even so;

Gra. No; we shall ne'er win at that sport, and stake As doubtful whether, what I see be true,

down.Until confirm’d, sign'd, ratified by you.

But who comes here? Lorenzo, and his infidel? Por. You see me, lord Bassanio, where I stand, What, my old Venetian friend, Salerio? Such as I am: though, for myself alone, I would not be ambitious in my wish,

Enter Lorenzo, Jessica, and SALERIO. To wish myself much better; yet, for you,

Bass. Lorenzo, and Salerio, welcome hither; I would be trebled twenty times myself;

If that the youth of my new interest here A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times Have power to bid you welcome. —By your leave, More rich:

I bid my very friends and countrymen, That only to stand high on your account,

Sweet Portia, welcome. I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends,

Por. So dol, my lord; Exceed account: but the full sum of me

They are entirely welcome. Is sum of something; which, to term in gross, Lor. I thank your honour. -For my part, my lord, Is an unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractis'd: My purpose was not to have seen you here; Happy in this, she is not yet so old

Bat meeting with Salerio by the way, But she may learn; and happier than this,

He did entreat me, past all saying nay, She is not bred so dull but she can learn;

To come with him along. Happiest of all, is, that her gentle spirit

Sale. I did, my lord, Commits itself to yours to be directed,

And I have reason for it. Signior Antonio As from her lord, her governor, her king.

Commends him to you.

[Gives Bassanio a letter

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