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 mo. let him look to

ney for a Christain courtesy ; 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 hindered me of half a million; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned 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, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same di seases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled 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 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 instruc

us,

tion.

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.

Salan.

Enter, TUBAL.

Here comes another of the tribe; a third cannot be matched, unless the devil himself turn Jew.

[Exeunt SALAN. SALAR. and Servant. Shy. How now, Tubal, what news from Genoa? hast thou found my daughter?

Tub. I often came where I did hear of her, but cannot find her.

Shy. Why there, there, there, there! a diamond gone, cost me two thousand ducats in Frankfort! The curse never fell upon our nation till now; I never felt it till now: two thousand ducats in that; and other precious, precious jewels. I would, my daughter were dead at my foot, and the jewels in her ear! 'would she were hears'd at my foot, and the ducats in her coffin! No news of them? Why, SO: and I know not what's spent in the search: Why, thou loss upon loss! the thief gone with so much, and so much to find the thief; and no satisfaction, no revenge: nor no ill luck stirring, but what lights o' my shoulders; no sighs, but o' my breathing; no tears, but o' my shedding.

Tub. Yes, other men have ill luck too; Anto nio, as I heard in Genoa,

Shy. What, what, what? ill luck, ill luck? hath an argosy cast away, coming from

Tub. Tripolis.

Shy. I thank God, I thank God: Is it true? is it true? Tub. 1 spoke with some of the sailors that escaped the wreck.

Shy. I thank thee, good Tubal;
Where

good news: ha! ha!

-

-Good news,

in Genoa?

Tub. Your daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, one night, fourscore ducats.

Shy. Thou stick'st a dagger in me:

I shall

never see my gold again: Fourscore ducats at a sitting fourscore ducats!

Tub. There came divers of Antonio's creditors in my company to Venice, that swear he cannot choose but break.

1

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

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

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

Tub. But Antonio is certainly nndone.

Go,

Shy. Nay, that's true, that's very true: Tubal, see me an officer, bespeak him a fortnight before: I will have the heart of him, if he forfeit; for were he out of Venice, I can make what merchandize I will: Go, go, Tubal, and meet me at our synagogue; go, good Tubal; at our synagogue, Tubal. [Exeunt.

SCENE II..

Belmont. A Room in Portia's House.

Enter BASSANIO, PORTIA; GRATIANÓ, NERISSA, and Attendants. The Caskets are set out.

Por. I pray you, tarry; pause a day or two, Before you hazard; for, in choosing wrong, I lose your company; therefore, forbear a while;

There's something tells me, (but it is not love,
I would not lose you; and you know yourself,
Hate counsels not in such a quality:

But lest you should not understand, me well,
(And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought,)
1 would detain you here some month or two,
Before you venture for me. I could teach you
How to choose right, but then I am forsworn;
So will I never be: so may you miss me;
But if you do, you'll make me wish a sin,
That I had been forsworn. Beshrew your eyes,
They have o'er-look'd me, and divided me;
One half of me is yours, the other half yours,
Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then
yours,

And so all yours: O! these naughty times
Put bars between the owners and their rights;
And so, though yours, not yours. Prove it so,
Let fortune go to hell for it,

not I.

I speak too long; but 'tis to peize the time;
To eke it, and to draw it out in length,
To stay you from election.

Bass. Let me choose;

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

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

'Tween snow and fire, as treason and my love. Por. Ay, but, I fear, you speak upon the rack, Where men enforced do speak any thing.

Bass. Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth. Por. Well, then, confess, and live.

Bass Confess, and love,

Had been the very sum of my confession:

T

O happy torment, when my torturer

Doth teach me answers for deliverance!
But let me to my fortune and the caskets.

Por. Away then: I am lock'd in one of them; If you do love me, you will find me out.

Nerissa, and the rest,
Let musick sound,

stand all aloof.

while he doth make his
choice;

Then, if he lose, he makes a swan - like end,
Fading in musick: that the comparison

May stand more proper, my eye shall be the

stream,

And wat'ry death-bed for him: He may win;
And what is musich then? then musick is
Even as the flourish when true subjects bow
To a new crowned monarch: such it is,
As are those dulcet sounds in break of day,
That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's car,
And summon him to marriage. How he goes,
With no less presence, but with much more love,
Than young Alcides, when he did redeem
The virgin tribute paid by howling Troy
To the sea monster: I stand for sacrifice,
The rest aloof are the Dardanian wives,
With bleared visages, come forth to view
The issue of the exploit. Go, Hercules!

Live thou, I live: - With much much more dismay

I view the fight, than thou that mak'st the fray.

Musick, whilst BASSANIO comments on the casket to himself.

SONG.

Tell me, where is fancy bred,