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Ifyon repay me not on such a day,

Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she-bear, In such a place, such sum, or sums, as are

Yea, mock the lion, when he roars for prey, Express'd in the condition, let the forfeit

To win thee, lady; but, alas the while! Be nominated for an equal pound

If Hercules and Lichas play at dice Of your fair flesh, to be cut off'and taken

Which is the better man, the greater throw
In what part of your body pleaseth me.

May turn by fortune from the weaker hand:
Ant. Content, in faith; I'll seal to such a bond, Sois Alcides beaten by his page;
And say, there is much kindness in the Jew.

And so may I, blind fortune leading me,
Bass. You shall not seal to such a bond for me, Miss that, which one unworthier may attain,
I'll rather dwellin my necessity.

And die with grieving.
Ant. Why, fear not, man; I will not forfeit it; Por. You must take your chance;
Within these two months, that's a month before And either not attempt to choose at all,
This bond expires, I do expect return

Or swear, before you choose,-if you choose wrong, Of thrice three times the value of this bond.

Never to speak to lady afterward
Shy. O, father Abraham, what these Christians are ; In way of marriage; therefore be advi.ed!
Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect Mor. Nor will not; come, bring me unto my

chance! The thoughts of others! Pray you, tell me this: Por. First, forward to the temple; after dinner If he should break his day, what should I gain

Your hazard shall be made. By the exaction of the forfeiture?

Mor. Good fortune then!

[Cornets. A pound of man's flesh, taken from a man,

To make me bless't, or cursed'st among men.(Exeunt. Is not so estimable, profitable neither, As flesh of muttons, beefs, or goats. I say,

SCENE II.-Venice. A street. To buy his favour, I extend this friendship:

EnterLAUNCELOT GOBBO. If he will take it, so; if not, adiev;

Laun. Certainly my conscience will serve me to run And, for my love, I pray you, wrong menor. from this Jew, my master. The fiend is at mine elbow; Ant. Yes, Shylock, I will seal unto this bond. and tempts me, saying to me,Gobbo, Launcelot Gobbo, Shy. Then meet me forth with at the notary's; good Launcelot, or good Gobbo, or good Launcelot Give him direction for this merry bond,

Gobbo, use your legs, take the start, run away: my And I will go and purse the ducats straight;

conscience says,-no, take heed, honest Launcelot; See to my house, left in the fearful guard

take heed, honest Gobbo; or,as aforesaid, honest Of an unthrifty knave; and presently

Launcelot Gobbo; do not run; scorn running with I will be with you.

Exit. thy heels! Well, the most courageous fiends bids me Ant. Hie thee, gentle Jew.

pack; via! says the fiend; away! says the fiend, for This Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind. the heavens; rouse up a brave mind, says the fiend, and Bass, I like not fair terms, and a villain's mind. run. Well, my conscience, hanging about the neck of Ant. Come on; in this there can be no dismay, my heart, says very wisely to me,-my honest friend My ships come home a month before the day. (Exeunt. Launcelot, being an honest man's son-or rather an

honest woman's son ;-for,indeed, my father did someACT II.

thing smack, something grow to , he had a kind of

taste;-well, my conscience says, Launcelot, budge SCENE 1. - Belmont. A room in Portia's house. not; budge, says the fiend: budge not, says my couFlourish of cornets.Enter the Prince of Morocco,and science : Conscience, says, you counsel well; fiend,say his train; Portia, Nerissa,and other of her Attend- I, you counsel well: to be ruled by my conscience, I

should stay with the Jew, my master, who, (God bless Mor. Mislike me not for my complexion,

the mark !) is a kind of devil; and, to run away from The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun,

the Jew, I should be ruled by the fiend, who, saving To whom I am a neighbour, and near bred.

your reverence, is the devil himself: certainly, the Bring me the fairest creature northward born, Jew is the very devilincarnation; and, in my conscienWhere Phoebus' fire scarce thaws the icicles, ce, my conscience is but a kind of hard conscience, to And let us make incision for your love,

offer to counsel me to stay with the Jew. The fiend To prove whose blood is reddest, his, or mine. gives the more friendly counsel: I will run, fiend; I tell thee, lady, this aspect of mine

my heels are at your commandment, I will run. Hath fear'd the valiant; by my love, I swear,

Enter old GOBBO, with a basket. The best-regarded virgins of our clime

Gob. Master, young man, you, I pray you; which is Have lov'd it too: I would not change this hne, the way to master Jew's ? Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen! Laun. (Aside.} O heavens, this is my true begotten Por. In terms of choicel am not solely led

father! who, being more than sand-blind, high-gravel By nice direction of a maiden's eyes;

blind, knows me not:- I will try conclusions with him. Besides, the lottery of my destiny

Gob. Master, young gentleman, I pray you, which Bars me the right of voluntary choosing:

is the way to master Jew's? But, if my father had not scanted me,

Laun. Tarn up on your right hand, at the next turnAnd hedg’d me by his wit, to yield myself

ing, but, at the next turning of all, on your left; marry, His wife, who wins me by that means I told you, at the very next turning, turn of no hand, but turn Yourself, renowned prince, then stood as fair, down indirectly to the Jew's house. As any comer I have look'd on yet,

Gob. By God's sonties, 'twill be a hard way to hit. For my affection.

Can you tell me, whether one Lancelot, that dwells Mor. Even for that I thank you;

with him, dwell with him, or no ? Therefore, I pray you, lead me io the caskets, Laun. Talk you of young master Launcelot ? -- Mark To try my fortune. By this scimitar,

me now; (aside.] now will I raise the waters: - talk That slew the Sophy, and a Persian prince,

you of youmg master Launcelot? That won three fields of Sultan Solyman,

Gob. No mastermir, but a poor man's son; his father, would out-stare the sternest eyes that look, though I say it, is an honest exceeding poor man, and, Oat-brave the heart most daring on the earth, God be thanked, well to live.

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Laun. Well, let his father be what he will, we talk | Laun. Indeed, the short and the long is, I serve the of young master Launcelot.

Jew, and I have a desire, as my father shall specify, Gob. Your worship’s friend, and Launcelot, sir. Gob. His master and he, (saving your worship’s reLaun. But I pray you ergo, old man, ergo, I beseech verence) are scarce cater-cousins :you; talk you of young master Launcelot?

Laun. To be brief, the very truth is, that the Jew Gob. OrLauncelot, au't please your masterstep. having done me wrong, doth cause me, as my father, Lam. Ergo, master Launcelot; talk not of master being I hope an old man, shall frutify unto you, Launcelot, father; for the young gentleman (accord - Gob. I have here a dish of doves, that I would bestow ing to fates and destinies, and such odd sayings, the "pon your worship; and my suit is, sisters three,and such branches of learning,) is indeed, Laun.In very brief, the suitis impertinent to myself, deceased; or, as you would say, in plain terms, gone as your worship shall know by this honest old man; to heaven.

and, though I say it, though old man, yet, poor man, Gob. Marry, God forbid! the boy was the very stall my father. of my age, my very prop.

Bass. One speak for both ;--what would you?
Laun. Dolloklike a cudgel, or a hovel-post, a staff, Laun. Serve you, sir.
or a prop ?-Do

you
know
me, father?

Gob. This is the very defect of the matter, sir, Gob. Alack the day, I know you not, young gentle-Bass. I know thee well, thou hast obtain'd thy suit : man: but, I pray you, tell me, is my boy, (God rest Shylock, thy master, spoke with me this day, his soul!) alive, or dead?

And hath preferr'd thee, if it be preferment, Laun. Do you not know me, father?

To leave a rich Jew's service, to become Gob, Alack, sir, I am sand-blind, I know you not. The follower of so poor a gentleman. Laun. Nay, indeed, if you had your es, you mighe Laun. The old proverb is very well parted between fail of the knowing me: it is a wise father that knows my master Shylock and you, sir ; you have the grace his own child. Well, old man, I will tell you news of of God, sir, and he hath enough. your son. Give me your blessing; truth will come to Bass. Thou speak'st it well. Go, father, with thy light; murder cannot be hid long, a man's son may; but, in the end, truth willout.

Take leave of thy old master, and enquire Gob. Pray you, sir, stand up; I am sure you are not My lodging out!--Give him a livery[To his Followers. Launcelot, my boy,

More guarded than his fellows. 'See it done! Laun. Pray you, let's have no more fooling about it, Laun. Father, in :- I cannot get a service, no; I have but give me your blessing. I am Launcelot, your boy ne'er a tongue in my head.-Well; (Looking on his that was, your son that is, your child that shall be. palm.) if any man in Italy have a fairer table, which Gob. I cannot think you are my son.

doth offer to swear upon a book.--I shall have good Laun. Iknow not what I shall think of that; but I am fortune; go to, here's a simple line of life! here's a Launcelot, the Jew's man; and, I am sure, Margery, small trille of wives: alas, fifteen wives is nothing; your wife, is my mother.

eleven widows, and nine maids, is a simple coming-in Goh. Her name is Margery, indeed: I'll be sworn, if for one man; and then, to 'scape drowning thrice; thou be Launcelot, thou art mine own flesh and blood, and to be in peril of my life with the edge of a featherLord worshipp'd migłthe be! what a beard hast thou bed ;-here are simple 'scapes ! Well, if fortune be a got! thou hast got more on thy chin, than Dobbin my woman, she's a good wench for this gear.- Father, thill-horse has on his tail.

come; I'll take my leave of the Jew in thetwinkling of Laun. It should seein, then, that Dobbin's tail grows an eye.

[Exeunt Launcelot and old Gobbo. backward ; I am sure he had more hair on his tail, than Bass. I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on this; I have on my face, when I last saw him.

These things being bought, and orderly bestow'd,
Gob. Lord, how art thou chang'd! How dost thou Return in haste, for I do feast to-night
and thy master agree? I have brought him a present; My best estem'd acquaintance; hie thee, go!
How 'gree you now?

Leon. My best endeavours shall be done herein.
Laun. Well, well; but for mine own part, as I
have set up my rest to run away, so I will not rest

Enter GratiaNO. till I have run some ground: my master's a very Gra. Where is your master ? Jew! Give him a present! give him a halter. I am Leon. Yonder, sir, he walks.

[Exit Leonardo. famish'd in his service; you may tell every singer I have Gra. Signior Bassanio,--with my ribs. Father, I am glad you are come; give Bass. Gratiano! me your present to one master Bassanio, who, indeed, Gra. I have a suit to you. gives rare new liveries ; if I serve not him, I will run as Bass. You have obtain'dit. far, as God has any ground.-- rare fortune! here Gra. You must not deny me; I must go with you to comes the man ;-to him, father : for I am a Jew, if I Belmont. serve the Jew any longer.

Bass. Why, then you must.—But hear thee,Gratiano;

Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice;Enter Bassanio, with LEONANDO, and other Followers. Parts that become thee happily enough,

Bass. You may do so ;- but let it be so hasted, that And in such eyes as ours appear not faults ; supper beready at the farthest by five of the clock.See But where thou art not known, why, there they show these letters deliver'd; put the liveries to making; and Something too liberal;- pray thee, take pain desire Gratiano to come anon to my lodging! To allay with some cold drops of modesty

[Exit a Servant. Thy skipping spirit; lest, through thy wild behaviour, Laun. To him, father!

I be misconstrued in the place I go to,
Gob. God bless your worship!

And lose my hopes.
Bass. Gramercy; would'st thou aught with me? Gra. Signior Bassanio, hear me:
Gob. Here's my son, sir, a poor boy,

If I do not put on a sober habit, Laun. Not a poor boy, sir, but the rich Jew's man; Talk with respect, and swear but now and then, that would, sir, as my father shall specify, -

Wear prayer-books in my pocket, look demurely; Gob. lle hath a great infection, sir, as one would say, Nay more, while grace is saying, hood mine eyes to serve,

Thus with my hat, and sigh, and say, amen ;

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Use all the observance of civility,

Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica? Like one well studied in a sad ostent

Lor. I must needs tell thee all : she hath directed,
To please his grandam, never trust me more.

How I shall take her from her father's house;
Bass. Well, we shall see your bearing.

What gold, and jewels, sheis furnish'd with;
Gra. Nay, but I bar to-night; you shall not gage me What page's suit'she hath in readiness.
By what we do to-night.

If e'er the Jew her father come to heaven,
Bass. No, that were pity;

It will be for his gentle daughter's sake:
I would entreat you rather to put on

And never dare misfortune cross her foot,
Yourboldest suit of mirth, for we have friends

Unless she do it under this excuse, —
That purpose
merriment. But fare you well,

That she is issue to a faithless Jew.
I have some business.

Come, go with me; peruse this as thou goest :
Gra. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest;

Fair Jessica shall be

my

torch-bearer. [Exeunt. But we will visit you at supper-time. (Exeunt.

SCENE V.—The same. Before Shylock's house. SCENE H.-The same, A room in Shylock's house.

Enter SHYLOCK and LAUNCELOT.

Shy. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy judge,
Enter JESSICA and LAUNCelot.

The difl'erence of old Shylock and Bassanio:-
Jes. I am sorry, thou wilt leave my father so;

What, Jessica !-thou shalt not gormandize,
Our house is hell, and thou, a merry devil,

As thou hast done with me ;-what, Jessica!-
Didst robit of some taste oftediousness :

And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out:-
But fare thee well; there is a ducat for thee.

Why, Jessica, I say!
And, Launcelot, soon at supper shalt thou see

Laun. Why, Jessica !
Lorenzo, who is thy new master's guest:

Shy. Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call.
Give him this letter; do it secretly,

Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me, I could do
And so farewell! I would not have my father

nothing without bidding.
See me talk with thee.
Laun. Adieu !-tears exhibit my tongue.-Most beau-

Enter JESSICA.
tiful pagan,-most sweet Jew! If a Christian do not

Jes. Call you? What is your will? play the knave, and get thee, I am much deceived.

Shy. I am bid forth to supper, Jessica; But, adieu! these foolish drops do somewhat drown There are my keys. But wherefore should I go? my manly spirit; adieu !

[Exit. I am not bid for love ; they flatter me:
Jes. Farewell, good Launcelot!-

But yet I'll goin hate, to feed upon
Alack, what heinous sin is it in me,

The prodigal Christiau.— Jessica, my girl,
To be asham'd to be my father's child!

Look to my house !--I am right loath to go;
But though I am a daughter to his blood,

There is some ill a-brewing towards my rest,
I am not to his manners : 0 Lorenzo,

For I did dream of money-bags to-night,
If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife;
Become a Christian, and thy loving wife.

Laun. I beseech you, sir, go; my young master doth (Exit.

expect your reproach. SCENE IV.-The same. A street.

Shy. So do Ühis.

Laun. And they have conspired together,- I will not Enter Gratiano, Lorenzo, SalaRiXO, and SALANIO. say, you shall see a masque; but if you do, then it Lor. Nay, we will slink away at supper-time; was not for nothing that my nose fell a bleeding on Disguise us at my lodging, and return

Black-Monday last, at six o'clock i'the morning, fallAll in an hour.

ng out that year on Ash-Wednesday was four year Gra. We have not made good preparation.

in the afternoon.
Salar. We have not spoke us yet of torch-bearers. Shy. What! are there masques? Hear you me,Jessica:
Salan. 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly order'd; Lock up my doors: and when you hear the drum,
And better, in my mind, not undertook.

And the vile squeaking of the wry-neck'd fife,
Lor. 'Tis now but four o'clock; we have two hours Clamber not you up to the casements then,
To furnish us:-

Nor thrust your head into the public street,

To gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces ; Enter Launcelot, with a letter.

But stop my house's cars, I mean my casements: Friend Launcelot, what's the news?

Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter
Laun. Anit shall please you to break up this, it shall My sober house.-By Jacob's stafi'I swear,
seem to signify:

I have no mind of feasting forth to-night:
Lor. I know the hand: in faith, 'tis a fair hand; But I will go.-Go you before me, sirrah:
And whiter than the paper it writon,

Say, I will come.
Is the fair hand that writ.

Laun. I will go before, sir.
Gra. Love-news, in faith.

Mistress, look out at window, for all this;
Laun. By your leave, sir!

There will come a Christian by,
Lor. Whither goest thou?

Will be worth a Jewess' eye.

[Exit Laun. Laun. Marry, sir, to bid my old master the Jew to Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha? sup to-night with my new master the Christian. Jes. His words were, Farewell, mistress; nothing else.

Lor. Hold here, take this:-tell gentle Jessica. I will shy. The patch is kind enough; but a huge feeder, not fail her!-speak it privately ; go.--Gentlemen, Snail-slow in profit, and he sleeps by day

[Exit Launcelot. More than the wild cat; drones hive not with me;
Will you prepare you for this masque to-night? Therefore I part with him; and part with him
I am provided of a torch-bearer.

To one, that I would have him help to waste
Salar. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight. His borrow'd purse.-Well, Jessica, goin;
Salan. And so will l.

Perhaps, I will return immediately;
Lor. Meet me, and Gratiano,

Do, as I bid

you,
At Gratiano's lodging some hour hence.

Shut doors after you ; Fast bind, fast find;
Salar.'Tis good we do so.(Exeunt Salar. and Salan. A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. TExit.

Jes. Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost, Our masquing mates by this time for us stay:
I kave 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 masquc 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 ón'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: Whoriseth from a feast,
With that keen appetite that hesits down?

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

Flourish of cornets. Enter Pontia, with the Prince His tedions 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, whothis inscription bears;Hugg’d and embraced by the strumpet wind! Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire. How like the prodigal dorh she return;

The second, silver, which this promise carries;With over-weather'd ribs, and ragged sails,

Who chvoseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind! This third, duillead, with warning all as blunt;

Iho chooseth me, milst 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.
Not I, but my allairs, 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 inscriptione back again:
l'll watch as long for you then.- Approach;

What says is leaden casket ?
Here dwells my father Jew.-llo! who's within ? Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath.

Must give--For what? for lead? hazard for 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 lovel 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:
thou art.

If thou be'st rated by thy estimation,
Jes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains. Thou dost deserve enough; 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 this 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 candleto

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 inen desire. And I should be obscured.

Why, that's the lady; all 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. Butcome at once ;

The Hyrcanian 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.

Was get in worse than gold. They have in England What, art thou come?-On, gentlemen, away; A coin, that bears the ngare of an angel

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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;

Turuing his face, he put his hand behind him,
Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may !

And with atlection 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. Dlor. O hell! what have wehere?

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

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

Salar. Do we so!

[Exeunt. All that glisters is not gold, Often have you heard that told:

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

Enter Nerissa, with a Serrant.
But my outside to behold.
Gilded tombs do worms 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 Arragonhath ta'en his oath,

And comes to his election presently.
Your answer had not been inscrol'd:
Fare you well; your suit is cold.

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

Pontia, 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 Tam contain'd,
To take a tedious leavc: thus losers part. [Exit. Straight shallourvuptial rites be solemniz'd;

Por. A gentle riddance. --Draw the curtains, go; But if you fail, withoui more speech, my lord,
Let all of his complexion choose me so! (Exeunt. You must be gone from hence immediately.

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

First, never to unfold to any one,
Enter SALARINO and SALANIO.

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 outcries 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. Ile came too late, the ship was under sail ; That comes to haz 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
Asthe dog Jew did utter in the streets :

By the fool multitude, that choose by show,
My daughter!--O my ducats!-, my daughter! Natlearning 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,
Stoln by my daughter!—Justice! find the girl! And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.
She hath the stones upon her, and ihe ducats ! Why, then to thee, thou silver treasure-house;
Salar. Why, 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 chvoseth 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 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

0, 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 true 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
Of his return; he answer'd-Do not so,

Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves.
Slubber not business for my sake, Bassanio,

I will assume desert :- give me the key for this,

And instantly unlock my fortunes here.
But stay the very riping of the time;
And for the Jew's bond, which he hath of me,

Por. Too long a pause for that, which you find there.
Let it not enter in your mind of love:

Ar. What's here? the portrait of a blinking idiot, Bemerry, and employ your chiefest thoughts

Presenting me a schedule? I will read it.

How much unlike art thou to Portia!
To courtship, and such fair ostents of love

How much unlike my hopes, and my deservings!

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