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Venice.

VIII.

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Enter Salaring and Salanio. Sal. Why, man, I faw Baffanio under fail; With him is Gratiano gone along; And in their thip, I am fure, Lorenzo is not. Sala. The villain Jew with outcries rais'd the duke; Whe went with him to fearch Baffanio's thip.

Sal. He came too late, the fhip was under fail: But there the duke was given to underftand, That in a gondola were feen together Lorenzo and his amorous Jellica: Befides, Anthonio certify'd the duke, They were not with Baffanio in his ship.

Sali. I never heard a patlion fo confus'd, Softrange, outrageous, and fo variable, As the dog Jew did utter in the ftreets: My daughter!-0 my dac its '-—0 my daughter! Fled with a Chriftian?—0 my Chriftian d'uats!Fate the law! my ducats, and my daughter !

alid bag, two fealed bags of ducats, Of double ducats, flun from me by my daughter! And jewels; two stones, two rich and precisas ftones, Stol'n by my daughter! Juftice! find the girl! She bath the fonts upon be, and the ducats!

Sal. Why, all the boys in Venice follow him, Crying, his ftones, his daughter, and his ducats. Sala. Let good Anthonio look he keep his day, Or he shall pay for this.

Sal. Marry, well remember'd:
I reafon'd with a Frenchman yesterday;
Who told me,-in the narrow teas, that part
The French and Englith, there mifcarried
A vellel of our country, richly fraught:

I thought upon Anthonio, when he told me;
And with'd in filence, that it were not his.

SCENE

Belmont.

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IX.

Enter Neriffa, with a Servant.

Ner. Quick, quick, I pray thee, draw the curtain The prince of Arragon hath ta'en his oath, [ftraight; And comes to his election preiently.

Enter Arragon, his train; Portia, with hers. Flourijh of cornets.

Por. Behold, there ftand the cafkets, noble prince: If you chufe that wherein I am contain'd, Straight fhall our nuptial-rites be folemniz'd; But it you fail, without more fpeech, my lord, You muit be gone from hence immediately.

Ar. I am enjoin'd by oath to obferve three things: Firit, never to unfold to any one

Which caiket 'twas I chote; next, if I fail
Of the right cafket, never in my life
To woo a maid in way of marriage; laftly,
If I do fail in fortune of my choice,
Immediately to leave you, and be gone..

Por. To thefe injunctions every one doth fwear, That comes to hazard for my worthlefs felf.

Ar. And fo have I addreit me: Fortune now

To my heart's hope --Gold, filver, and base lead.
Who chafeth me, must give and hazard all be bath:
You fhall look fairer, ere I give, or hazard.
What fays the golden cheft? ha! let me fee:---
Who chujeth me, jhall gain what many men defire.
What many men defire,That many may be meant
Of the fool multitude, that chufe by fhow,
Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach;
Which pries not to the interior, but, like the martiet,
Builds in the weather, on the outward wall,
Even in the force and road of casualty.

I will not chufe what many men defire,
Because I will not jump with common spirits,
And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.

Sala. You were beft to tell Anthonio what you hear: Why, then to thee, thou filver treasure-house;

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To cozen fortune, and be honourable
Without the stamp of merit? Let none prefume
To wear an undeferved dignity.

O, that estates, degrees, and offices,
Were not deriv'd corruptly! and that clear honour
Were purchas'd by the merit of the wearer!
How many then fhould cover, that stand bare?
How many be commanded, that command?
How much low peafantry would then be gleaned
From the true feed of honour? and how much
honour

Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times,
To be new varnish'd? Weil, but to my choice:
Who chufeth me, fhall get as much as he deferves:
I will affume defert;-Give me a key for this,
And inftantly unlock my fortunes here.

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Por. Too long a paufe for that which you find
Ar. What's here? the portrait of a blinking idiot,
Prefenting me a schedule? I will read it.
How much unlike art thou to Portia !

How much unlike my hopes, and my defervings!
Who chufeth me, fhall have as much as he deferves:
Did I deferve no more than a fool's head?
Is that my prize? are my deferts no better?
Por. To offend, and judge, are diftinét offices,
And of oppofed natures.

Ar. What is here?

The fire feven times tried this;
Seven times try'd that judgment is,
That did never chufe amifs:
Some there be, that fhadows kifs:
Such have but a shadow's blifs:
There be fools alive, I wis1,
Silver'd o'er; and fo was this.

Take what wife you will to bed,

I will ever be your head:
So be gone, fir, you are fped.

Ar. Still more fool I thall appear
By the time I linger here:
With one fool's head I came to woo,

But I go away with two-
Sweet, adieu! I'll keep my oath,

Patiently to bear my wroth 2.

Por. Thus hath the candle fing'd the moth.
O thefe deliberate fools, when they do chufe,
They have the wisdom by their wit to lofe.

Ner. The ancient faying is no herefy;→→
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.
Por. Come, draw the curtain, Neriffa.
Enter a Servant.

Serv. Where is my lady?

Par. Here; what would my lord?
Serv. Madam, there is alighted at your gate,
A young Venetian, one that comes before
To fignify the approaching of his lord:
From whom he bringeth fenfible regreets 3;
To wit, befides commends, and courteous breath,
Gifts of rich value; yet I have not seen
So likely an embaffador of love:
A day in April never came fo fweet,
To show how coftly fummer was at hand,
As this fore-fpurrer comes before his lord.

Por. No more, I pray thee; I am half afeard,
Thou wilt fay anon, he is fome kin to thee,
Thou fpend'it fuch high-day wit in praifing him.-
Come, come, Neritfa; for I long to fee

Quick Cupid's poft, that comes fo mannerly. Ner. Ballanio, lord Love, if thy will it be! [Excunt.

SCENE I.

A Street in Venice.

ACT

Enter Salanio and Salarino.

Sala. Sal.

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III.

Sal. Come the full stop.

Sala. Ha,-what fay'it thou?-Why the end is, he hath loft a fhip.

Sal. I would it might prove the end of his loffes! Sala. Let me fay amen betimes, left the devil cross thy prayer; for here he comes in the likeness of a Enter Shylock.

TOW, what news on the Rialto? Why, yet it lives there uncheck'd,' Jew.that Anthonio hath a ship of rich lading wreck'd |

on the narrow feas; the Goodwins, I think they How now, Shylock what news among the mercall the place; a very dangerous flat, and fatal, chants? where the carcafes of many a tall fhip lie buried, as they fay, if my goffip Report be an honest woman of her word.

Sala. I would the were as lying a goffip in that, as ever knapt 4 ginger, or made her neighbours be

Shy. You knew, none fo well, none fo well as you, of my daughter's flight.

Sal. That's certain; 1, for my part, knew the taylor that made the wings the flew withal.

Sala. And Shylock, for his own part, knew the lieve the wept for the death of a third husband: But bird was fledge; and then it is the complexion of

it is true, without any flips of prolixity, or croffing the plain high-way of talk,-that the good Anthonjo, the honest Anthonio,- -O that I had a title good enough to keep his name company!——

them all to leave the dam.

Shy. She is damn'd for it.

Sal. That's certain, if the devil may be her judge. Shy. My own flesh and blood to rebel!

That is, I know. 2 i. e. my misfortune. 3 i. e. falutations. 4 To knap is to break short.

Sala.

Sala. Out upon it, old carrion! rebels it at thefe years?

Shy. I fay, my daughter is my flesh and blood. Sal. There is more difference between thy floth and hers, than between jet and ivory; more between your bloods, than there is between red wine! and Rhenith:-But tell us, do you hear, whether Anthonio have had any lofs at fea, or no?

but what lights o' my shoulders; no fighs, but o' ` my breathing; no tears, but o' my fhedding.

Tub. Yes, other men have ill luck too; Anthonio, as I heard in Geno3,

Shy. What, what, what? ill luck, ill luck?
Tub. Hath an argofy caft away, coming from
Tripolis.

Shy. I thank God, I thank God:-Is it true? is

the wreck.

Shy. There I have another bad match: a bank-it true? rupt, a prodigal, who dare fcarce thew his head on Tub. I fpoke with fome of the failors that escaped the Rialto;-a beggar, that us'd to come fo fmug upon the mart;-let him look to his bond: he was wont to call me ufurer;-let him look to his bond: he was wont to lend money for a Chriftian courtefy;-let him look to his bond.

Sal. Why, I am fure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his flesh; What's that good for?

Shy. I thank thee, good Tubal:-Good news, good news: ha! ha! Where? in Genoa?

Tub. Your daughter fpent in Genoa, as I heard, one night, fourfcore ducats.

Shy. Thou ftick'ft a dagger in me :-I shall never fee my gold again: Fourfcore ducats at a fitting! fourscore ducats!

Tub. There came divers of Anthonio's creditors in my company to Venice, that fwear he cannot chufe but break.

Shy. I am glad of it; I'll plague him; Ill torture him; I am glad of it.

Tub. One of them fhewed me a ring, that he had of your daughter for a monkey.

Shy. Out upon her! Thou torturest me, Tubal: it was my turquoife; I had it of Leah, when I was a batchelor: I would not have given it for a wildernefs of monkies.

Shy. To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing elfe, it will feed my revenge. He hath difgrac'd me, and hinder'd me of half a million; laugh'd at my Ioffes, mock'd at my gains, fcorn'd my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; And what's his reafon? I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands; organs, dimenfions, fenfes, aflections, pallions? fed with the fame food, hurt with the fame weapons, fubject to the fame difeafes, heal'd by the fame means, warm'd and cool'd by the fame winter and fummer, as a Chriftian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poifon us, do we not die? and if you wrong Shy. Nay, that's true, that's very true: Go, us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the Tubal, fee me an officer, befpeak him a fortnight rett, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew before: I will have the heart of him, if he forfeit ; wrong a Chriftian, what is his humility? revenge: for were he out of Venice, I can make what mcIf a Chriftian wrong a Jew, what thould his fuf-chandize I will: Go, go, Tubal, and meet me at ferance be by Chriftian example? why, revenge. our fynagogue; go, good Tubal; at our fynagogue, The villamy, you teach me, I will execute; and it Tubal. [Exeunt. fhall go hard, but I will better the inftruction.

Enter a Servant.

Serv. Gentlemen, my mafter Anthonio is at his houfe, and defires to speak with you both.

Sul. We have been up and down to feek him.

Enter Tubal.

Sala. Here comes another of the tribe; a third cannot be match'd, unless the devil himself turn Jew. [Exeunt Sal, and Salan. Sky. How now, Tubal, what news from Genoa? halt thou found my daughter?

Tab. But Anthonio is certainly undone.

SCENE

II.

Belmont.

Enter Bafanio, Portia, Gratiano, and Attendants.
The Cafkets are fet aut.

Per. I pray you, tarry; paufe a day or two,
Before you hazard; for, in chufing wrong,
I lofe your company; therefore, forbear a while:
There's fomething tells me (but it is not love)
I would not lofe you; and you know yourself,
Hate counfels not in fuch a quality:

Tab. I often came where I did hear of her, but But left you should not understand me well, cannot find her.

(And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought) Sky. Why, there, there, there, there! a diamond I would detain you here fome month or two, gone, coft me two thousand ducats in Frankfort! Before you venture for me. I could teach you the curfe never fell upon our nation 'till now; I How to chufe right, but I am then forfworn; never felt it 'till now:-two thoufand ducats in So will I never be fo you may mifs me: that; and other precious, precious jewels.-I would, But if you do, you'll make me with a fin, my daughter were dead at my foot, and the jewels That I had been forfworn. Befhrew your eyes, in her ear! 'would fhe were hears'd at my foot, They have o'er-look'd me, and divided me; and the ducats in her coffin! No news of them?-One half of me is yours, the other half yours, Why, fo-and I know not what's fpent in the fearch: Why, thou lofs upon lofs! the thief gone with fo much, and so much to find the thief; and no fatisfaction, no revenge: nor no ill luck ftirring,

Mine own, I would fay; but if mine, then yours,
And fo all yours: O! thefe naughty times
Put bars between the owners and their rights;
And fo, though yours, not yours.-Prove it fo,
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Let fortune go to hell for it,-not I 1.
I fpeak too long; but 'tis to peize 2 the time;
To eke it, and to draw it out in length,
To ftay you from election.

Baff. Let me chufe;

For, as I am, I live upon the rack.

Por. Upon the rack, Baffanio? then confefs What treafon there is mingled with your love. Baff. None, but that ugly treafon of mistrust, Which makes me fear the enjoying of my love: There may as well be amity and life

'Tween now and fire, as treafon and my love.

Par. Ay, but I fear, you speak upon the rack,
Where men enforced do fpcak any thing.
Bal. Promite me life, and I'll confefs the truth.
Por. Well then, confefs and live.
Ball. Confefs, and love,

Had been the very fun of my confeffion:
O happy torment, when my torturer
Doth teach me anfwers for deliverance!
But let me to my fortune and the caskets.

Por. Away then: I am lock'd in one of them;
If you de love me, you will find me out.--
Neriffa, and the reit, ftand all aleof.---
Let mufick found, while he doth make his choice;
Then, if he lote, he makes a fwan-like end,
Fading in mufick: that the comparison
May ftand more proper, my eye thall be the ftream,
And wat'ry death-bed for him: He may win;
And what is mufick then? then mufick is
Even as the flourish when true fubjects bow
To a new-crowned monarch: fuch it is,
As are thof dulcet founds in break of day,
That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's ear,
And fummon him to marriage. Now he goes,
With no lefs prefence 3, but with much more love,]
Than young Alcides, when he did redeem
The virgin-tribute paid by howling Troy
To the fea-monster: I stand for facrifice,
The reft aloof are the Dardanian wives,
With bleat.d vifages, come forth to view
The itfue of the exploit. Ge, Hercules!
Live thou, I live:-With much much more difmay
I view the fight, than thou that mak'it the fray.
[Mufick within.
A Song, whilft Baffanio comments on the cafkets to
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Tell me, where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the bead?
How begst, bow nourished?
Reply. It is engender'd in the eyes,
With gazing fed; and fancy dies

All.

In the cradle where it lies:
Let us all ring fancy's knell.
I'll begin it, Ding, dong, bell.
Ding, dong, bell.

Baff. So may the outward fhows be leaft them-
The world is ftill deceiv'd with ornament. [felves;
In law, what plea fo tainted and corrupt,
But, being feafon'd with a gracious voice,
Obfcures the fhow of evil? In religion,
What damned error, but fome fober brow
Will blefs it, and approve it with a text,
Hiding the groflhefs with fair ornament ?
There is no vice fo fimple, but affumes
Sone mark of virtue on his outward parts.
How many cowards, whole-hearts are all as falfe
As ftairs of fand, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules, and frowning Mars;
Who, inward fearch'd, have livers with as milk?
And thefe affume but valour's excrement,
To render them redoubted. Look on beauty,
And you fhall fee 'tis purchas'd by the weight;
Which therein works a miracle in nature,
Making them lightest that wear most of it:
So are thofe crifped + fnaky golden locks,
Which make fuch wanton gambols with the wind,
Upon fuppofed fairness, often known

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To be the dowry of a fecond head,
The fcull that bred them in the fepulchre.
Thus ornament is but the guiled thore
To a most dangerous fea; the beauteous fcarf
Veiling an Indian beauty; in a word,
The feeming truth which cunning times put on
To entrap the wifeit. Therefore, thou gaudy gold,
Hard food for Midas, I will none of thee:
Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge
'Tween man and man: but thou, thou nieager lead,
Which rather threatneft, than doft promife aught,
Thy plainnets moves me more than eloquence,
And here chute I; Joy be the confequence!

Por. How all the other paffions fleet to air,
As doubtful thoughts, and rath-embrac'd defpair,
And fhudd'ring fear, and green-ey'd jealoufy!
O love, be moderate, allay thy ecftafy,
In meature rain thy joy, fcant this excefs;
I feel too much thy bleffing, make it less,
For fear I furfeit! [Opening the leaden cafkit.

Bay. What find I here?
Fair Portia's counterfeit ? What demy-god
Hath come fo near creation? Move thefe eyes?
Or whether, riding on the balls of mine,
Seem they in motion? Here are fever'd lips,
Parted with fugar breath; fo fweet a bar
Should funder fuch fweet friends: Here in her hairs
The painter plays the fpider; and hath woven
A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men,
Fater than gnats in cobwebs: But her eyes,——
How could be fee to do them? Having made one,
Methinks, it should have power to steal both his,
And leave itfelf unfurnith'd: Yet look, how far
The fubftance of my praife doth wrong this fhadow

1 The author of the REVISAL of Shakspeare's text affigns the following meaning to this difficult pallage -If the worlt I fear fhould happen, and it fhould prove in the event, that I, who am jultly yours by the free donation I have made you or myfeli, fhould yet not be yours in confequence of an unlucky choice, let fortune go to hell for robbing you of your juft due, not I for violating my oath.” 2 To peize comes from pefer, Fr. which fignifics to retard. 3 Meaning, with no lefs dignity of mien. 4 i. e. curled. 5 i. the treacherous flore. 6 Counterfeit here means a likeness, a refemblance.

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In underprizing it, fo far this fhadow

Gra. My lord Baffanio, and my gentle lady,

Doth limp behind the fubitance.-Here's the fcroll,I with you all the joy that you can with;

The continent and fummary of my fortune.

You that chufe not by the view,
Chance as fair, and chufe as true!

Since this fortune falls to you,
Be content, and feek no new.
If you be well pleas'd with this,
And bold your fortune for your blifs,
Turn you where your lady is,
And claim her with a loving kifs.
A gentle fcroll!-Fair lady, by your leave;

For, I am fure, you can with none from me:
And, when your honours mean to folemnize
The bargain of your faith, I do befeech you,
Even at that time I may be marry'd too.

Baff. With all my heart, fo thou can't get a wife.
Gra. I thank your lordfhip; you have got me one.
My eyes, my lord, can look as fwift as yours:
You faw the miftrefs, I beheld the maid;
You lov'd, I lov'd; for intermiflion 2

No more pertains to me, my lord, than you.

[Killing ber. Your fortune stood upon the cafket there;
And fo did mine too, as the matter falls:
For wooing here, until I fweat again;
And fwearing, till my very roof was dry
With oaths of love; at laft,-if promife laft,-
I got a promife of this fair one here,
To have her love, provided that your fortune
Atchiev'd her miftrefs.

I come by note, to give, and to receive.
Like one of two contending in a prize,
That thinks he hath done well in people's eyes,
Hearing applaufe, and univerfal fhout,
Giddy in fpirit, ftill gazing, in a doubt
Whether thofe peals of praife be his or no ;
So, thrice fair lady, ftand I, even fo;
As doubtful whether what I fee be true,
Until confirm'd, fign'd, ratify'd by you.

Por. You fee me, lord Baffanio, where I ftand,
Such as I am: though, for myself alone,
I would not be ambitious in my wifh,
To with myself much better; yet, for you,
I would be trebled twenty times myfelf;
A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times
More rich; that to ftand high in your account,
I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends,
Exceed account: but the full fum of me
Is fum of fomething; which, to term in grofs,
Is an unlelion'd girl, unfchool'd, unpractis'd:
Happy in this, the is not yet fo old

But the may learn; and happier than this,
She is not bred fo dull but the can learn;
Happiest of all, is, that her gentle fpirit
Commits itself to yours, to be directed,
As from her lord, her governor, her king.
Myfelf, and what is mine, to you, and yours
Is now converted: but now I was the lord
Of this fair manfion, matter of my fervants,
Queen o'er myfelf; and even now, but now,
This houfe, thefe fervants, and this fame myself,
Are yours, my lord; I give them with this ring;
Which when you part from, lofe, or give away,
Let it prefage the ruin of your love,
And be my vantage to exclaim on you.

Baff. Madam, you have bereft me of all words,
Only my blood fpeaks to you in my veins :
And there is fuch confufion in my powers,
As, after fome oration fairly spoke
By a beloved prince, there doth appear
Among the buzzing pleased multitude;
Where every fomething, being blent 1 together,
Turns to a wild of nothing, fave of joy,
Expreft, and not expreft: But when this ring
Parts from this finger, then parts life from hence;
O, then be bold to fay, Baifanio's dead.

Ner. My lord and lady, it is now our time,
That have stood by, and feen our wishes profper,
To cry, good joy; Good joy, my lord, and lady!

Por. Is this true, Neriffa?

Ner. Madam, it is, so you stand pleas'd withal.
Baff. And do you, Gratiano, mean good faith?
Gra. Yes, 'faith, my lord.
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Baff. Our feat shall be much honour'd in your Gra. We'll play with them, the first boy for a thoufand ducats.

Ner. What, and stake down?

Gra. No; we shall ne'er win at that sport, and ftake down,——————

But who comes here? Lorenzo, and his infidel?
What, and my old Venetian friend, Salero?

Enter Lorenzo, Felica, and Salerio.
Baff. Lorenzo, and Salerio, welcome hither;
If that the youth of my new intereft here
Have power to bid you welcome :--By your leave,
I bid my very friends, and countrymen,
Sweet Portia, welcome.

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Gra. Neriffa, cheer yon' stranger; bid her wel-
Your hand, Salerio; What's the news from Venice?
How doth that royal merchant, good Anthonio ?
I know, he will be glad of our fuccefs;
We are the Jafons, we have won the fleece. [loft!
Sale. Would you had won the fleece that he hath
Par. There are fome shrewd contents in yon fame
That steals the colour from Baffanio's cheek: [paper,
Some dear friend dead; else nothing in the world'

That is, blended. 2 Intermiffion here means paufe, delay.

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