Justice the law! my ducats and my daughter! Of double ducats stol'n from me by my daughter! Stol'n by my daughter!-Justice! Find the girl! Salar. Why, all the boys in Venice follow him, Crying-his stones, his daughter, and his ducats." Salan. Let good Antonio look he keep his day, Or he shall pay for this. Salar. Marry, well remember'd : I reason'd with a Frenchman yesterday; Salan. You were best to tell Antonio, what you hear; Yet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him. Satar. A kinder gentleman treads not the earth. I saw Bassanio and Antonio part: Bassanio told him, he would make some speed He wrung Bassanio's hand, and so they parted. And quicken his embraced heaviness With some delight or other. Salar. Do we so. [Exeunt! SCENE IX-Belmont.-A Room in PORTIA's House. Enter NERISSA, with a Servant. Ner. Quick, quick, I pray thee, draw the curtain straight; The prince of Arragon hath ta'en his oath, And comes to his election presently. Flourish of Cornets.-Enter the Prince of ARRAGON, PORTIA, and their Trains. Por. Behold, there stand the caskets, noble prince; If you choose that wherein I am contain'd, Straight shall our nuptial rites be solemnized; But if you fail without more speech, my lord, You must be gone from hence immediately. Ar. I am enjoin'd by oath to observe three things: First, never to unfold to any one Which casket 'twas I chose; next, if I fail Por. To these injunctions every one doth swear, That comes to hazard for my worthless self. Ar. And so have I address'd me: fortune now Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach; Without the stamp of merit? Let none presume O, that estates, degrees, and offices, Were not derived corruptly! And that clear honour nour Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times, To be new varnish'd? Well, but to my choice: Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves: Por. Too long a pause for that which you find there. Ar. What's here? The portrait of a blinking idiot, Presenting me a schedule? I will read it. How much unlike art thou to Portia ? How much unlike my hopes and my deservings? Is that my prize? Are my deserts no better? Ar. What is here? The fire seven times tried this; With one fool's head I came to woo, But I go away with two. Sweet, adieu! I'll keep my oath, Patiently do bear my wroth. [Exeunt Arragon and Train. Por. Thus hath the candle singed the moth. Enter a SERVANT. Serv. Where is my lady? Por. Here; what would my lord? To signify the approaching of his lord: To wit, besides commends, and courteous breath, So likely an ambassador of love: A day in April never came so sweet, Quick Cupid's post, that comes so mannerly. ACT III. SCENE I-Venice.-A Street. Enter SALANIO and SALARINO, Salan. Now, what news on the Rialto? Salar. Why, yet it lives there uncheck'd, that Antonio hath a ship of rich lading wreck'd on the narrow seas; the Goodwins, I think they call the place; a very dangerous flat, and fatal, where the carcases of many a tall ship lie buried, as they say, if my gossip report be an honest woman of her word. Salan. I would she were as lying a gossip in that, as ever knapp'd ginger, or made her neighbours believe she wept for the death of a third husband: But it is true,-without any slips of prolixity, or crossing the plain high-way of talk,-that the good Antonio, the honest Antonio,-O that I had a title good enough to keep his name company! Salar. Come, the full stop. Salan. Ha,-what say'st thou ?-Why the end is, he hast lost a ship. Salar. I would it might prove the end of his losses! Salan. Let me say amen betimes, lest the devil cross my prayer; for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew. Enter SHYLOCK. How now, Shylock? What news among the merchants? Shy. You knew, none so well, none so well as you, of my daughter's flight. Salar. That's certain: I, for my part, knew the tailor that made the wings she flew withal. Salan. And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird was fledged; and then it is the complexion of them all to leave the dam. Shy. She's damn'd for it. Salar. That's certain, if the devil may be her judge. Shy. My own flesh and blood to rebel! Salan. Out upon it, old carrion! Rebels it at these years? Shy. I say, my daughter is my flesh and blood. Salar. There is more difference between thy flesh and hers, than between jet and ivory; more between your bloods, than there is between red wine and rhenish-But tell us, do you hear, whether Antonio have had any loss at sea or no? Shy. There I have another bad match: a bankrupt, a prodigal, who dare scarce shew his head on the Rialto;-a beggar, that used to come so smug upon the mart ;-let him look to his bond: he was wont to call me usurer ;-let him look to his bond: he was wont to lend money for a Christian courtesy ; -let him look to his bond. Salar. Why, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his flesh; what's that good for? Shy. To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hinder'd me of haif a million; laugh'd at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorn'd my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; and what's his reason? I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, seuses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warm'd and cool'd by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge: If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villainy, you teach me, I will execute; and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction. Enter a SERVANT. Serv. Gentlemen, my master Antonio is at his house, and desires to speak with you both. Salar. We have been up and down to seek him. |