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See to my house, left in the fearful guard !
Buff. I like not fair terms, and a villain's mind. Of an unthrifty knave; and presently
Åneb. Come on ; in this there can be no dilmay, I will be with you.
[Exit. My ships come home a month before the day. Anıb. Hie thee, gentle Jew.
[Exaci This Hebrew will turn Chriftian ; he grows kind.
Never to speak to lady afterward
In way of marriage ; therefore be advised.
Mor. Nor will not; come, bring me unto my Enter the Prince of Morocco, and three or four fol
chance. lowers accordingly; with Porria, Nerilla, and Por. First, forward to the temple ; after dinner ber trair. Flourijh Cornets.
Your hazırd shall be made.
Mor. Good fortune then !
[Conces. The fhadow'd livery of the burnishid To make me blest, or cursed'st among men. sun,
[Exerant, To whom I am a neighbour, and near bred.
S CE N E II.
A Street in Venice.
Enter Launcelor Gobbo. To prove whose blood is realdelt, his, or mine. Laur. Certainly, my conscience will serve me 1 tell thee, lady, this afpect of mine
to run from this Jew my master: The fiend is at Hath fear'd 2 the valiant ; hy niy love, I swear, mine elbow, and tempts me, faying to me,“ Gobber The hest regarded virgins of our clime
“ Launcelot Gobby, good Launcciot, or good GohHave lov'd it too : I would not change this hue, “ bo, or good Lluncelot Goblu), use your legs, Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. “ take the start, run away."--My contcience
l'ur. In terms of choice I am not solely led says,~" No; take heer!, honest Launcelot ; take By nice direction of a maiden's eyes :
“ leed, honest Gobbo; or," as foresaid, " honeft Berides, the lottery of my destiny
« Launcelot Gobbo; do not run; scorn running Bars me the right of voluntary chusing :
“ with thy heels." Well, the must courageous But, if my father had not scanted me,
fiend bids me pack: “ Via !" says the fiend ; And hedg'd me by his will, to yield myself
!" says the fiend,“ for the heavens ;” “Toure His wife, who wins me hy that means I told you, up a brave mind,” says the fiend, “and run." Yourself, renowned prince, then stood as faii, Well, my conscience hanging about the neck of As any comer I have look d on yet,
my heart, says very wisely to me,-“ My honeft For my affection.
“ friend Launcelot, being an honest man's son,"Mori Even for that I thank you ;
or rather an honest woman's son ;--for, indved, Therefore, I pray you, lead me to the caskets, my father did fomething imack, something grow To try my fortune. By this fcimitar,
to, he had a kind of tatte ;-Well, my conscience That New the Sophy, and a Persian prince, fayS, -- " Launcelot, budge not.” “ Budge," say's That won three fields of Sultan Solyman,-- the fiend. Budge not," says my conscience.” I would oui-itare the sternert eyes that look, Conscience, say I, you countel well. Fiend, say 1, Out-brave the heart molt daring on the earth, you countel well. To be ruld by my confcience, I Pluck the young fucking cubs from the he-bear, thould stay with the Jew my master, who, God Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey, bless the mark, is a kind of devil; and, to run To win thee, lady : But, alas the while ! away from the Jew, I should.be ruld by the fiend, If Hercules, and Lichas, play at dice
who, saving your reverence, is the devil himicli. Which is the better man, the greater throw Certainly, the Jew is the very devil incarnation ; May turn by fortune from the weaker hand : and, in my conscience, my conscience is but a kind So is Alcides beaten hy his page ;
of hard conscience, to offer to couníel me to stay And so may 1, blind Portunc leading me, with the Jew: The fiend gives the more friendly Mifs that which one unworthier may attain, counsel. I will run, fiend; my heels are at your And lie with grieving.
commandment, I will run. Por. You must take your chance ;
Enter old Gobbo, his father, with a bafret. And either not attempt to chuse at all,
Gøb. Master, young man, you, I pray you ; Or swear, before you chuse,—if you chuse wrong,' which is the way to matter Jew's?
2 i. c. terrify
1 Foarful guırd means a guard that is not to be trusted, but gives cause of fçar. Probably Shakspeare wrote Jiurid,
Laun. [afide.] O heavens, this is my true-begot-ya beard haft thou got! Thou haft got more hair ten father! who, being more than fand-blind, on thy chin, than Dobbin my thill-horse 2 has on high-gravel blind, knows me not:-I will try con- his tail. clufions I with him.
Laun. It should seem then, that Dobbin's tail Gob. Master young gentleman, I pray you, grows backward ; I am sure he had more hair on which is the way to master Jew's?
his tail, than I have on my face, when I last faw Lan. Turn up on your right hand, at the next him. Tuning, but, at the next turning of all, on your Gob. Lord, how thou art chang'd! How dost left; marry, at the very next turning, turn of no thou and thy master agree? I have brought him a hand, but turn down indirectly to the Jew's house. present ; How agree you now? Goé. Ly God's fonties, 'will be a hard way to Lirun. Well, well; but for mine own part, as
Can you tell me whether one Launcelot, that I have set up my reft to run away, so I will not dwells with lim, dwell with him, or no. rcft 'till I have run fome ground : My master's a
Lan. Talk you of young matter Launcelot ?- very Jew; give him a present! give him a hålter: Märk me now, (alide.] now will I raise the wa- I am famith'd in his service; you may tell every ter:-Talk you of
young malter Launcelot? finger I have with my ribs. Father, I am glad Gob. No matter, sir, but a poor man's fon ; his you are come; give me your present to one matter father, though I say it, is an honett exceeding poor Ballanio, who, indeed, gives rare new liveries ; man, and, God be thanked, well to live. if I serve not him, I will run as far as God has
Luan. Well, let his father be what he will, we any ground.-- rare fortune! here comes the talk of young malter Launcelot.
man ;--to him, father ; for I am a Jew, if I serve Gob. Your worthip's friend, and Launcelot, fw. the Jew any longer.
Luun. But I pray yon erg», old man, ergo, 1 Enter Bafjunio, with Leonardo, and a follower ar beseech you; Talk you of young master Launcelot?
Bas. You may do fo ;- but let it be so halted, Gab. Of Launcelot, an' plealc your mastership. that fupper be ready at the farthest by five of ihe
Luun. Ergo, malier Launcelot, talk not of mai-clock. See thefe ietters deliver'd; put the liveries ter Launcelot, father ; for the young gentleman to making; and desire Gratiano to come anon to (according to fales and destinies, and íuch odd fay- my louiging. ings, the hifters three, and luch branches of learn Lurun. To bim, father. ing) is, indeed, deceased ; or, as you would tay,
Gob. God bleis your w ip! in plain terms, gone to heaven.
Raf Gramercy; Would'ít thou aught with me? Goi. Marry, God forbid ! the boy was the very Gö. Here's my son, fir, a poor buy,Noff of my age, my very prop.
Laun. Not a poor boy, lir, but the rich Jew's Laun. Do I look like a cudgel, or a hovel-post, man ; that would, fir, as my father shall specify,– a start, or a prop :--Do you know me, father? Gib. He hath a great infection, fir, as one would
G3b. Alack the day, I know you not, young say, to serve-gentleman: but, I pray you, tell me, is my boy Laun. Indeed, the thort and the long is, I serve (God rest his soul !) alive, or deau ?
the Jew, and have a desire, as my father shall speLain. Do you not know me, father?
cify, Gob. Alack, fir, I am fand-blind, I know you
Gob. His master and he (saving your worship's
erence) are scarce cater-cousins :Laun. Nay, indeed, if you had your eyes, you Laun. To be brief, the very truth is, that the might fail of the knowing me : it is a wife father Jew having done me wrong, dath cause me, as my thái knows his own child. Well, old man, I will father, being I hope an old man, thall frutify unto tell you news of your son : Give me your bletting; you,-truth will come to light ; murder cannot be hid Gob. I have here a dish of doves, that I would long, a man's fon may; but, in the end, truth will bestow upon your worship; and my suit is,---, out.
Luun. In very brief, the suit is impertinent to Gob. Pray you, fır, stand up; I am sure, you are myself, as your worship shall know by this honeft not Launcelot, my boy.
Told man; and though I say it, though old man, Laun. Pray you, let's have no more fooling about yet poor man, my father. it, but give me your blefling; I am Launcelot, Bas. One speak for both ;-What would you? your boy that was, your son that is, your child that Lau. Serve you, sir. thall be.
Gob. This is the very defeet of the matter, sir. Geb. I cannot think, you are my son.
Ball. I know thee well, thou haft obtain'd thy Laun. I know not what I shall think of that :
fuit : but I am Launcelot, the jew's man; and, I am Shylock, thy matter, spoke with me this day, fue, Margery, your wife, is my mother. And hath preferr’d thee; if it be preferment,
Geb. Her name is Margery, indeed: I'll be To leave a rich Jew's service to become skom, if thou be Launcelot, thou art my own fieth The tollover of lo poor a gentleman. and bloor. Lord worshipp'd might he be! what Laun. The old proverb is very well parted be.
* That is, I will try experiments with him.
2 Thill, or fill, means the shafts of a cart or waggon.
tween my master Shylock and you, fır; you have Ball. No, that were pity;
That purpose merriment : But fare you well,
Gra. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest ;
[To his followers. But we will visit you at lupper-time. [Excuri. More guarded' than his fellows : see it done. Laun. Father, in :- I cannot get a service, no;
SCENE III. I have ne'er a tongue in my head.Well, [look
Shylock's bouse. ing on his palm} if any man in Italy have a fairer
Enter Jelica and Launcelot. tablea, which doth offer to swear upon a book, I
Fel. I am sorry, thou wilt leave my father fo; hall have good fortune. Go to, here's a simple Line of life! here's a imall trifle of wives : alas, fif-Our house is hell, and thou, a merry devil, teen wives is nothing; eleven widows, and nine But fare thee well; there is a ducat for thee.
Didit rob it of some taste of tediouinels : maids, is a simple coming-in for one man : and And, Launcelot, foon at supper shalt thou see then, to 'cape drowning thrice ; and to be in pe- Lorenzo, who is thy new master's guest : Til of my life with the edge of a feather-bed 3 ;- Give him this letter; do it secretly, here are simple 'scapes ! Well, if fortune be a wo- And so farewell; I would not have my father man, she's a good wench for this geer.-Father,
See me talk wilh thee. come; I'll take my leave of the Jew in the
Laur. Adieu !-tears exhibit my tongue.. twinkling of an eye. [Eveurt Launcelo: and old Gobbo.
Most beautiful pagan,most sweet Jew! if a
Christian did not play the knave, and get thee, I Bal. I pray thec, good Leonardo, think on this; These things being bought, and orderly bestow'd, do somewhat drown my manly fpirit; adieu !
am much deceiv'd: but, adieu! these foolish drops Return in hatte, for I do fealt to-night
[Exit, My best-cíteem'd acquaintance; hie thee, go. Leon. My best endeavours shall be done herein. Alack, what heinous fın is it in me,
Jef. Farewel, good Launcelot.-
To be asham'd to be my father's child !
But though I am a daughter to his bloud, Leon. Yonder, fir, he walks. [Exit Leonard).
I am not to his manners: O Lorenzo,
If thou keep promise, I mall end this strife ;
Become a christian, and thy loving wile. [Exit. Bal. You have obtain'd it.
S CE N E IV. Gra. You must not deny me; I must go with
The Street. you to Belmont. Bal. Why, then you must ;-But hear thee, Enter Gratiano, Lorenzo, Salarin, and Sozlania, Gratiano:
Lor. Nay, we will think away in supper-time; Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice ; Disguise us al my lodging, and return Parts, that become thee happily enough,
All in an hour. And in such eyes as ours appear not faults :
Gra. We have not mde good preparation. But where thou art not known,why,there they shew Sal. We have not spoke us yet of torch-bearers. Something too liberal 4 ;-pray thee, take pain Sala. 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly ordered; To allay with some coid drops of modesty (viour, And better, in my mind, not undertook [hours Thy skipping spirit; left, through thy wild beha Lor. 'Tis now but four o'clock; we have twe I be misconstru'd in the place I go to,
To furnith us :And lose iny hopes.
Enter Launcelot with a leder, Gra. Signior Bassanio, hear me:
Friend Launcelot, what's the news? If I do not put on a tober habit,
Laun. An it Thall pleale you to break up this, Talk with respect, and swear but now and then, it shall seem to signify. Wear prayer-books in my pocket, look demurely ; Lor. I know the hand: in faith, 'tis a fair hand; Nay, more, while grace is saying, hood mine eyes And whiter than the paper it writ on, Thus with my hat, and figh, and lay, amen ; Is the fair hand that writ. Use all the observance of civility,
Gra. Love-news, in faith. Like one well studied in a sad oftent
Laun. By your leave, sir. To please his grandam, never trust me more. Lor. Whither goeft thou ?
Ball. Well, we hall see your bearing. [me Lam. Marry, sir, to bid my old master the
Ga. Nay, but I bar to-night; you Thall not gage Jew to sup to-night with my new malter the By what we do to-night.
1 That is, more ornamented. 2 The chiromantic term for the lines of the hand. 3 A cant phrase to lignify the danger of marrying. 4 That is, toa grois, licentious. s That is, grave ap. pearance. 6 To break up was a term in carving.
Lor. Hold here, take this :-tell gentle Jessica, And the vile squeaking of the wry-neck'd fife, I will not fail her ;-Speak it privately; go. Clamber not you up to the casements then, Gentlemen,
Nor thrust your head into the public street,
Sal. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight. Let not the sound of thallow foppery enter
My sober house.—By Jacob's 1taff, I swear,
I have no mind of fealting forth to-night :
But I will go.-Go you before me, firrah;
There will come a Christian by,
Will be worth a sewess' eye.
[Exie Laun. What gold, and jewels, she is furnith'd with ; Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha? What page's suit the hath in readiness.
Fis. His words were, Farewel, miltrels ; noIf e'er the Jew her father come to heaven,
[feeder, It will be for his gentle danghter's fake :
Shy. The patch 2 is kind enough; but a huge And never dare misfortune cross her foot, Snail-Now in profit, and he sleeps by day Unless The do it under this excuse,
More than the wild cat ; droncs hive not with me : That she is issue to a faithless Jew.
Therefore I part with him ; and part with him Come, go with me; perule this, as thou goeft ; To one that I would have him help to walte Fair Jellica shall be my torch-bearer. (Exeunt. His borrow'd purse.--Well, Jellica, go in;
Perhaps, I will return immediately ;
Do, as I bid you.
Shut the doors after you: Fast bind, fast find;
A proverb never stale in thrifty mind.
5. Farewel ; and if my fortune be not croft, Shy. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy I have a father, you a daughter, loit. [Exit. judge,
S CE N E VI.
Enter Gratiana, an. Sulanio, in masquerade. And Neep and snore, and rend apparel out ;-Why, jetlica, I say !
Gia. This is the pent-hvuit, under which LoLaun. Why, Jellica ! Sby. Who bids thee call? I do not lid thee call. Defir'd us to make itind. Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me, that
Sul. His hour is alsuoit part. I could do nothing without bidding.
Gius. And it is marvel he out-ilwells his hour, Enter felica.
For lovers ever run before the clock. 1. Call you? what is your will ?
Sal. O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons Aly Sby. I am bid forth to supper, Je!lica ;
To feal love's bonds new made, than they are wont There are my keys :-But wherefore thould I go? To keep obliged t:ith unforfeited ! I am not bid for love ; they facter me:
Gra. That ever holds: Who riseth from a feast But yet l'll go in hate, to feed upon
With that keen appetite that he sits down? The prodigal christian-Jessica, my girl,
Where is the horie, that doth untread again Look to my house :--I am right loth to go;
His tedious measures with the unbated fire There is some ill a-brewing towards my relt,
That he did pace them first? All things that are, For I did dream of money-bags to-night.
Are with more spirit chased than enjoy’d. Lam. I beseech you, fir, go; my young master How like a younker, or a prodigal, doth expect your reproach.
The skurfed bark puts froin her native bay, Sby. So do I his.
Hugs # and embraced by the Trumpet wind ! Laun. And they have conspired together,m1 How like a prodigal duch the return; will not say, you Thall see a mafque ; but if you With over-weacher'd ribs, and ragged fails, do, then it was not for nothing that my nose tell Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the itrumpet wind ! a-bleeding on Black-Monday lat', ac fix o'clock
Erier Lorerzo. i' the morning, falling out that year on Ath-led Sal. Here comes Lorenzo :--more of this herenesday was four year in the afternoon.
[abode ; Sby. What are there maiques? Hear you me,
Lor, Sweet friends, your patience for my long Jetlica:
Not I, but my affairs, have made Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum,/ When you shall pleale to play the thieves for wives,
1. Black-Monday, according to Siowe, means Eafter-Monday, and was so called from Edward III. having lott a part of his army, then belieging París, by cold on that day, which was also remarka ably dark and milty. I i. c. the tool.
I'll watch as long for you then.- Approach ; • Who chuseth me, shall gain what many men defire.' Here dwells my father Jew : Ho! who's within: The second, silver, which this promise carries; Felica above, in boy's cloaths.
“Who chuseth me, shall get as much as he deserves." Yes. Who are you ? tell me, for more certainty, This third, dull lead, with warning ail as blunt ; Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue. “ Who chuseth me, must give and hazard al he Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love.
“ hath." Fef. Lorenzo, certain ; and my love indeed ; How Thall I know if I do chuse the right? For who love I so mucii ? and now who knows, Po. Theone of them contains my picture, prince; But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? If you chufe that, then I am yours withal. Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness Mor. Some god direct my judgment! Let me see, that thou art.
[pains. I will survey the inscriptions back again : Fel. Here, catch this casket ; it is-iroith the What says this leaden casket ? I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me, “ Who chufeth me, must give and hazard all he For I am much atham'd of my exchange :
lead? But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
Must give--For what? for lead? hazard for The pretty follies that themselves commit; This casket threatens : Men, that hazard all, For if they could, Cupid himself would blush Do it in hope of fair advantages : To see me thus transformed to a boy.
A golden mind stoops not to shows of drofs ; Lor. Descend, for you muft be my torch-bearer. I'll then nor give, nor hazard aught for lead.
Yes. What, must I hold a candle to my Thames ? What says the silver, with her virgin hue ? They in themselves, good footh, are too too light. “Whochuseth me, shall get as much as he deserves." Why, 'tis an office of discovery, love;
As much as he deserves --Pause there, Morocco, And I should be obscur'd.
And weigh thy value with an even hand : Lor. So are you, sweet,
If thou be'st rated by thy estimation, Even in the lovely gainith of a boy.
Thou dost deserve enough ; and yet enough But come at once :
May not extend so far as to the lady ; For the close night doth play the run-day, And yet to be afeard of my deserving, And we are staid for at Baffiniu's feat.
Were but a weak ditabling of myielt. If. I will make fait the doors, and gild myself As much as I deserve !-Why, that's the lady ; With some more duc.its, and be with you itraight. I dio in birth deierve her, and in fortunes,
[Exil, from above. In graces, and in qualities of breeding; Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile', and no Jew. But, more than these, in love I do deserve.
Lor. Befhrew me, but I love her heartily : What if I stray'd no farther, but chofe here :For he is wise, if I can julge of her ;
Let's see once more this saying gov'ü in gold. And fair she is, if that mine cyes be true ; Who chuletha me, hall gain what many men defire.' And true she is, as the hath prov'd herself; Why, that's the lady; all the world desires her: And therefore, like hertelf, wile, fair, and true, From the four corners of the earth they come, Shall she be placed in my constant foul.
To kiss this thrine, this mortal breathing funt. Enter Helica, below.
The Hyrcanian deferts, and the vatty wilds What, art thou come? -On, gentlemen, away ; Of wide Arabia, are as thorough-fares now, Our marquing mates by this time for us itiy. For princes to come view fair Portia :
[Exit with Jejica, S. The watry kingdom, whose ambitious head Enier Antbenio.
Spies in the face of her en, is no bir Anth, Who's there?
To stop the foreign ípirits ; but they come, Gra. Signior Anthonio ?
As o'er a brook, to fee fair Portia. Anth. Fie, fie, Gratiano! where are all the rest! One of these three contains her heavenly picture. 'Tis nine o'clock; our friends all Itay for you : is't like, that lead contains her ? 'Twere damnaNo masque to-night ; the wind is come about,
tion, Bassanio presently will go aboard :
To think fo bare a thought ; it were too gross I have sent twenty out to seek for you.
To rib her cerecloth in the obicure grave.
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 Enler Portia, with the Prince of Morocco, and borb Stamped in gold ; but that's infculp'd z upon ;
But here an angel in a golden bed their trains. Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover Lyes all within.-Deliver me the key ;
Here do I chuse, and thrive I as I may! [there, The several caskets to this noble prince :Now make your choice.
Por. There, take it, prince, and if my forın lye
Then I am yours. Mor. The first, of gold, who this inicription
[Unlocking the gold cafet.
Our author here quibbles upon Gentile, which lgrifics one that is uell borti, as well as a heathen. i. e. engraved upon.