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water-rats, water-chieves, and land-thieves; Ant. This was a venture, sir, that Jacob serv'd mean, pirates; and then, there is the peril of for; waters, winds, and rocks: The man is, notwith. A thing not in his power to bring to pass, standing, sufficient ;--three thousand ducats ;- But sway d,and fashion’d, by the hand of heaven. I think, 1 may take his bond.

Was this inserted to make interest good ? Bass. Be assured you may.

Or is your gold and silver, ewes and rams? Shy. I will be assured I may; and that I may Shy. I cannot tell ; I make it breed as fast: be assured I will bethink me: May I speak with But note me, signior. Antonio ?

Ant.

Mark you this, Bassanio, Bass. If it please you to dine with us. The devil can cite scripture for his purpose. Shy. Yes, to smell pork; to eat of the habita. An evil soul, producing holy witness, tion which your prophet, the Nazarite, conjured Is like a villain with a smiling cheek; the devil into: I will buy with you, sell with A goodly apple rotten at the heart; you, talk with you, walk with you, and so fol- o, what a goodly outside falsehood hath! lowing; but I will not eat with you, drink with Shy. Three thousand ducats,—-'uis a good round you, nor pray with you. What news on the Rialto ?-Who is he comes here?

Three months from twelve, then let me see the

rate. Enter Antonio.

Ant. Well, Shylock, shall we be beholden to Bass. This is signior Antonio.

you? Shy. [Aside.) How like a fawning publican he Shy. Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, looks!

In the Rialto you have rated me I hate him for he is a Christian :

About my monies, and my usances : But more, for that, in low simplicity,

Still have I borne it with a patient shrug; He lends out money gratis, and brings down For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe: The rate of usance here with us in Venice. You call me--misbeliever, cut-throat dog, If I can catch him once upon the hip,

And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. And all for use of that which is mine own. He hates our sacred nation; and he rails,

Well then, it now appears, you need my help: Even there where merchants most do congregate, Go to then; you come to me, and you say, On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift, Shylock, we would have monies ; You say so; Which he calls interest: Cursed be my tribe, You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, If I forgive him!

And foot me, as you spurn a stranger cur Bass.

Shylock, do you hear ? Over your threshold ; monies is your suit. Shy. I am debating of my present store ;

What shall I say to you ? Should I not say, And, by the near guess of my memory,

Hath a dog money; is it possible, 1 cannot instantly raise up the gross

A cur can lend three thousand ducats? or Of full three thousand ducats : What of that? Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key, Tubal, a wealthy Hebrew of my tribe, With bated breath, and whispering humbleness, Will furnish me : But soft ; How many months Say, this,Do you desire ?-Rest you fair, good signior;. Fáir sir, you spit on me on Wednesday last;

[7o Antonio. You spurn'd me such a day; another time Your worship was the last man in our mouths. You call'd medog; and for these courtesies Ant. Shylock, albeit I neither lend nor borrow, ru lend you thus much monies ? By taking, nor by giving of excess,

Ant. I am as like to call thee so again, Yet, to supply the ripe wants of my friend, To spit on thee again, to spurn thee too. I'll break a custom :-Is he yet possess'd, If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not How much you would ?

As to thy friends; (for when did friendship take Ay, ay, three thousand ducats. A breed for barren metal of his friend ?) Ant. And for three months.

But lend it rather to thine enemy; Shy. I had forgot,--three months, you told me Who, if he break, thou may'st with better face

Exact the penalty Well then, your bond; and let me see, But Shy. Why, look you, how you storm! hear you;

I would be friends with you, and have your love, Methought, you said, you neither lend, nor bor. Forget the shames that you have staind me with, row,

Supply your present wants, and take no doit Upon advantage.

Of usance for my monies, and you'll not hear me: Ant. I do never use it.

This is kind I ofter. Shy. When Jacob graz'd his uncle Laban's Ant.

This were kindness. sheep,

Shy: This kindness will I show: This Jacob from our holy Abraham was Go with me to a notary, seal me there (As his wise mother wrought in his behalf,) Your single bond ; and, in a merry sport, The third possessor; ay, he was the third. If you repay me not on such a day, Ant. And what of him ? did he take interest? In such a place, such sum, or syms, as are Shy. No, not take interest ; not, as you would Express'd in the condition, let the forfeit

Be nominated for an equal pound Directly interest: mark what Jacoh did. of your fair flesh, to be cut off and taken When Laban and himself were compromis'd, In what part of your body pleaseth me. That all the eanlings which were streak’d, and Ant. Content, in faith ; I'll seal to such a bond, pied,

And say, there is much kindness in the Jew. Should fall as Jacob's híre; the ewes, being rank Bass. You shall not seal to such a bond for me, In the end of autumn turned to the rams: I'll rather dwell in my necessity. And when the work of generation was

Ant. Why, fear not, man; I will not forfeit it; Between these woolly breeders in the act, Within these two months, that's a month before The skilful shepherd peeld me certain wands, This bond expires, 1 do expect return And in the doing of the deed of kind,

of thrice three times the value of this bond. Be stuck them up before the fulsome ewes; Shy. O father Abraham, what these Christians Who, then conceiving, did in eaning time

are ; Fall party-colour'd lambs, and those were Ja- Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect cob's.

The thoughts of others ! Pray you, tell me this ; This was a way to thrive, and he was blest; If he should

break his day, what should I gain And thrift is blessing, if men steal it not. By the exaction of the forfeiture ?

Shy.

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SCENE 11. Venice. A Street.
A pound of man's flesh, taken from a man,

Enter Launcelot Gobbo.
Is not so estimable, profitable neither,
As flesh of muttons, beefs, or goats. I say, Laun. Certainly my conscience will serve me
To buy his favour, 'I extend this friendship: to run from this Jew, my master : The fiend is
if he will take it, so; if not, adieu;

at mine elbow; and tempts me, saying to me,
And, for my love, I pray you wrong me not. Gobbo, Launcelot Gobbo, good Launcelot, or
Ant. Yes, Shylock, I will seal unto this bond., goud Gobbo, or good Launcelot Gobbo, use
Shy. Then meet me forthwith at the notary's; your legs, take the start, run away: My con-
Give him direction for this merry bond, science says, no; take heed, honest Launcelot;
And I will go and purse the ducats straight; take heed, honest Gobbo; or, as aforesaid,
See to my house, left in the fearful guard honest Launcelot Gobbo : do not run; scorn
Of an unthrifty knave; and presently

running with thy heels : Well, the most couraI will be with you.

[Erit. geous fiend bids me pack; via! says the fiend; Ant. Hie thee, gentle Jew.

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

Launcelot, being an honest man's son,-or (Exeunt. rather an honest woman's son; for, indeed,

my father did something smack, something

grow to, he had a kind of taste :-well, my ACT II.

conscience says, Launcelot, budge not; budge,

says the fiend; budge not, says my conscience : SCENE 1. Belmont. A Room in Portia's Conscience, say 1, you counsel well; fiend, say

House. Flourish of Cornets. I, you counsel well: to be ruled by my 'conEnter the Prince of Morocco, and his Train; who, (God bless the mark !) is a kind of devil;

science, I should stay with the Jew my master, Portia, Nerissa, and other of her Attendants.

and, to run away from the Jew, I should be Mor. Mislike me not for my complexion,

ruled by the fiend, who, saving your reverence, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun,

is the devil himself: Certainly, the Jew is the To whom I am a neighbour, and near bred. very devil incarnation; and, in my conscience, Bring me the fairest creature northward born, my conscience is but a kind of hard conscience, Where Phæbus' fire scarce thaws the icicles, to offer to counsel me to stay with the Jew : thé And let us make incision for your love,

fiend gives the more friendly counsel : I will run, To prove whose blood is reddest, his or mine. fiend ; my heels are at your commandment, I

will run.
1 tell thee, kudy, this aspect of mine
Hath fear'd the valiant; by my love, I swear, Enter old Gobbo, with a basket.
The best-regarded virgins of our clime
Have lov'd it too: I would not change this hue, Gob. Mas young man, you, I pray you ;
Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. which is the way to master Jew's ?

Por. In terms of choice I am not solely led Laun. (Aside.) O heavens, this is my true
By nice direction of a maiden's eyes;

begotten father? wno, being more than sandBesides, the lottery of my destiny

blind, high-gravel blind, knows me not :- I will Bars me the right of voluntary choosing : try conclusions with hiin. But, if my father had not scanted me, Gob. Master young gentleman, I pray you, And hedgd me by his wit, to yield myself which is the way to master Jew's ? His wife, who wins me by that means I told Laun. Turn up on your right hand, at the you,

next turning, but, at the next turning of all, op Yourself, renowned prince, then stood as fair, your left; marry, at the very next turning, As any comer I have look'd on yet,

turn of no hand, but turn down indirectly to For my affection.

the Jew's house. Mor.

Even for that I thank you ; Gob. By God's sonties, 'twill be a hard way
Therefore, I pray you, lead me to the caskets, to hit. Can you tell me whether one Launcelot,
To try my fortune. By this scimitar,-

that dwells with him, dwell with him, or no?
That 'slew the Sophy, and a Persian prince, Laun. Talk you of young master Launcelot?
That won three fields of Sultan Solyman, -Mark me now; (aside ;] now will raise the
I would out-stare the sternest eyes that look, waters :- Talk you of young master Launcelot ?
Out-brave the heart most daring on the earth, Gob. No master, sir, but a poor man's son:
Pluck the young, sucking cubs from the she bear, his father, though I say it, is an honest exceeding
Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey, poor man, and, God be thanked, well to live.
To win thee, lady: But, alas the while ! Laun. Well,' let his father be what he will,
If Hercules, and Lichas, play at dice

we talk of young master Launcelot.
Which is the better man, the greater throw Gob. Your worship's friend, and Launcelot, sir.
May turn by fortune from the

weaker hand : Laun. But I pray you ergo, old man, ergo, I So is Alcides beaten by his page :

beseech you: Talk you of young master Laun-
And so may I, blind fortune leading me, celot?
Miss that which one unworthier may attain, Gob. Of Launcelot, an't please your master-
And die with grieving.

ship. Por.

You must take your chance ; Laun. Ergo, master Launcelot; talk not of And either not attempt to choose at all, master Launcelot, father; for the young gentleOr swear, before you choose,-if you choose man (according to fates and destinies, and such wrong,

odd sayings, the sisters three, and such branches Never to speak to lady afterward

of learning) is, indeed, deceased ; or, as you In way of marriage; therefore be advis'd. would say, in plain terms, gone to heaven. Mor. Nor will not; come, bring me unto my Gob. Marry, God forbid I the boy was the chance,

very staff of my age, my very prop. Por. First, forward to the temple; after dinner Laun. Do I look like a cudgel, or a hovel-post, Your hazard shall be made.

a staff, or a prop ?-Do you know me, father ? Mor.

Good fortune, then ![Cornets. Gob.'Alack the day, I know you not, young To make me blest, or cursed'st among men.

gentleman : but, I pray you, tell me, is my boy [Exeunt. (God rest his soul !) alive, or dead?

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Laun. Do you not know me, father?

Bass. I know thee well, thou hast obtain'd Gob. Alack, sir, I am sand-blind, I know you thy suit : not.

Shylock, thy master, spoke with me this day, Laun. Nay, indeed, if you had your eyes, you And hath preferr'd thee, if it be preferment, might fail of the knowing me : it is a wise fa. To leave a rich Jew's service, to become ther, that knows his own child. Well, old man, The follower of so poor a gentleman. I will tell you news of your son : Give me your Laun. The old proverb is very well parted blessing: truth will come to light; murder can-between my master Shylock and you, sir ; you not be hid long, a man's son may ; but, in the have the grace of God, sir, and he hath enough. end, truth will out.

Bass. Thou speakest it well : Go, father, with Gób. Pray you, sir, stand up; I am sure, you thy son are not Lanncelot, my boy.

Take leave of thy old master, and inquire Laun. Pray you, let's have no more fooling My lodging out :-Give him a livery about it, but give me your blessing: I am Laun

(To his followers. celot, your boy that was, your son that is, your More guarded than his fellows: See it done. child that shall be.

Laun. Father, in ;-I cannot get a service, Gob. I cannot think you are my son.

no: I have ne'er a tongue in my head.-Well; Laun. I know not what I shall think of that: -[Looking on his palm.) if any man in Italy but I am Launcelot, the Jew's man; and, I am have a fairer table; which doth offer to sure, Margery, your wife, is my mother. upon a book, I shall have good fortune. Go to,

Gob. Her name is Margery, indeed : I'll be here's a simple line of life ! here's a small trifle sworn, if thou be Launcelot, thou art mine own of wives : Alas, fifteen wives is nothing; eleven flesh and blood. Lord worshipp'd might he be ! widows, and nine maids, is a simple coming-in what a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more for one man : and then, to 'scape drowning hair on thy chin, than Dobbin my thill-horse thrice; and to be in peril of my life with the has on his tail.

edge of a feather-bed here are simple 'scapes ! Laun. It should seem then, that Dobbin's tail Well, if fortune be a woman, she's a good wench grows backward; I am sure he had more hair for this gear.-Father, come; I'll take my leave on his tail, than I have on my face, when I last of the Jew in the twinkling of an eye. saw him.

|Exeunt Launcelot and old Gobbo. Gob. Lord, how art thou changed ! How dost Bass. I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on thou and thy master agree? I have brought him

this: a present ; How 'gree you now?

These things being bought, and orderly be. Laun. Well, well; but, for mine own part, as I have set up my rest to run away, so I will not Return in haste, for I do feast to-night rest till I have run some ground: my master's My best-esteem'd acquaintance ; hie thee, go. a very Jew: Give him a present! give him a Leon. My best endeavours shall be done herein. halter: I am famish'd in his service : you may tell every finger I have with my ribs. Father,

Enter Gratiano. I am glad you are come ; give me your present Gra. Where is your master? to one master Bassanio, who, indeed, gives rare

Leon.

Yonder, sir, he walks. new liveries ; If I serve not him, I will run as

[Exit Leonardo far as God has any ground.--Orare fortune! Gra. Signior Bassanio, here comes the man; to him, father; for I am Bass. Gratiano ! a Jew, if I serve the Jew any longer.

Gra. I have a suit to you.
Bass.

You have obtain'd it. Enter Bassanio, with Leonardo, and other Gra. You must not deny me; I must go with Followers

you to Belmont.

Bass. Why, then you must ;-But hear thee, Bass. You may do so ;-but let it be so hasted, Gratiano; that supper be ready at the farthest by five of Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice; the clock : See these letters deliver'd; put the Parts, that become thee happily enough, liveries to making; and desire Gratiano to come and in such eyes as ours appear not faults; anon to my lodging. [Evit a Servant. But where thou art not known, why, there they Laun. To him, father.

show Gob. God bless your worship.

Something too liberal ;--pray thee, take pain Bass. Gramercy; Would'st thou aught with To allay with some cold drops of modesty me ?

Thy skipping spirit ; lest, through thy wild be Gob. Here's my son, sir, a poor boy,

haviour, Laun. Not a poor boy, sir, but the rich Jew's I be misconstrued in the place I go to, man; that would, sir, as my father shall spe. And lose my hopes. city

Gra.

Signior Bassanio, hear me: Gob. He hath a great infection, sir, as one If I do not put on a sober habit, would say, to serve

Talk with respect, and swear but now and then, Laun. Indeed, the short and the long is, I Wear prayer-books in my pocket, look de serve the Jew, and I have a desire, as my father murely; shall specify,

Nay more, while grace is saying, hood mine eyes Gob. His master and he (saving your worship's Thus with my hat, and sigh, and say, amen; reverence) are scarce cater-cousins :

Use all the observance of civility, Laun. To be brief, the very truth is, that the Like one well studied in a sad ostent Jew having done me wrong, doth cause me, as To please his grandam, never trust me more. my father, being I hope an old man, shall fru Bass. Well we shall see your bearing: uly unto you,

Gra. Nay, but I bar to night ; you shall not Gob. I have here a dish of doves, that I would

gage me bestow upon your worship; and my suit is, - By what we do to-night. Laun. In very brief, the suit is impertinent Bass.

No, that were pity ; to myself, as your worship shall know by this I would entreat you rather to put on honest old man: and, though I say it, though Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends old man, yet poor man, my father.

That purpose merriment: But fare you well, Bass. One speak for both ;-What would you? I have some business. Laun. Serve you, sir.

Gra. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest ; Gob. This is the very defect of the matter, sir. But we will visit you at supper-time. (Eseuinea

SCENE III.

SCENE V.
The same. A Room in Shylock's House. The same. Before Shylock's House.
Enter Jessica and Launcelot.

Enter Shylock and Launcelot.
Jess. I am sorry, thou wilt leave my father so; Shy. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy
Our house is hell, and thou, a merry devil,

judge,
Didst rob it of some taste of tediousness : The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio
But fare thee well; there is a ducat for thee. What, Jessica Sthou shalt not gormandize,
And, Launcelot, soon at supper shalt thou see As thou hast done with me; What, Jessica
Lorenzo, who is thy new inaster's guest : And sleep, and snore, and rend apparel out;-
Give him this letter; do it secretly,

Why, Jessica, I say !
And so farewell; I would not have my father Laun.

Why, Jessica ! See me talk with thee.

Shy. Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call. Laun. Adieu !-tears exhibit my tongue.-Most Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me, I beautiful pagan,-most sweet Jew! It a Chris- could do nothing without bidding. tian did not play the knave, and get thee, I am

Enter Jessica. much deceived ; But adieu l' these foolish drops do somewhat drown my manly spirit; adieu! Jes. Call you? what is your will?

[Exit. Shy. I am bid forth to supper, Jessica : Jess. Farewell, good Launcelot.

There are my keys:-But wherefore should I go
Alack, what heinous sin is it in me,

I am not bid for love; they flatter me:
To be ashamed to be my father's child ! But yet I'll go in hate, to feed upon
But though I am a daughter to his blood, The prodigal Christian.-Jessica, my girl,
I am not to his manners: O Lorenzo,

Look to my house : -I am right loath to go;
If thou keep promise I shall end this strife; There is some ill a brewing towards my rest,
Become a Christian, and thy loving wife. [Exit. For I did drenm of money-bags to-night.

Laun. I beseech you, sir, go; my young mas SCENE IV. The same. A Street.

ter doth expect your reproach. Enter Gratiano, Lorenzo, Salarino, and Salanio. Shy. So do I his.

Laun. And they have conspired together.-1 Lor. Nay, we will slink away in supper-time; will not say, you shall see a masque: but if you Disguise us at my lodging, and return

do, then it was not for nothing that my nose fell All in an hour.

a bleeding on Black-Monday last, at six o'clock Gra. We have not made good preparation. i' the morning, falling out that year on Ash Salar. We have not spoke us yet of torch- Wednesday was four year in the afternoon. bearers.

Shy. What! are there masques ? Hear you me, Salan. 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly or Jessica? der'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 Clamber not yon up to the casements then, hours

Nor thrust your head into the public street,
To furnish us:

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

But stop my house's ears, I mean my casements;

Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter
Friend Launcelot, what's the news? My sober house. --By Jacob's staff, 1 swear,
Laun. An it shall please you to break up this, I have no mind of feasting forth to-night;
it shall seem to signify.

But I will go.--Go you before me, sirrah;
Lor. I know the hand; in faith, it is a fair Say, I will come.
hand;

Laun.

I will go before, sir. And whiter than the paper it writ on,

Mistress, look out at window for all this; Is the fair hand that writ.

There will come a Christian by, Gra.

Love-news, in faith. Will be worth a Jewess' eye. Laun, By your leave, sir,

[Exit Launcelot. Lor. Whither goest thou?

Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring,
Laun. Marry, sir, to bid my old master the ha?
Jew to sup to-night with my new master the Jes. His words were, Farewell, mistress; no.
Christian.

thing else.
Lor. Hold here, take this:-tell gentle Jessica, Shy. The patch is kind enough; but a huge
I will not fail her;--speak it privately; go.

feeder Gentlemen,

[Exit Launcelot. Snail-slow in profit, and he sleeps by day Will you prepare you for this masque to-night ? More than the wild cat; drones hive not with I am provided of a torch-bearer.

me; Salar. Ay, marry, I'll begone about it straight. Therefore I part with him; and part with him Salan. And so will l.

To one that I would have him help to waste
Lor.

Meet me, and Gratiano, His borrow'd purse.- Well, Jessica, go in;
At Gratiano's lodging some hour hence. Perhaps, I will return immediately ;
Salar. 'Tis good we do so.

Do, as I bid you,
[Ereunt Salar, and Salan. Shut doors after you: Fast bind, fast find;
Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica?

A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. Lor. I must needs tell thee all; She hath di-Jes. Farewell: and if my fortune be not crost, rected,

I have a father, you a daughter, lost. (Erit.
How I shall take her from her father's house:

SCENE IV. The same.
What gold, and jewels, she is furnish'd with;
What page's suit she hath in readiness.

Enter Gratiano and Salarino, masqued.
If e'er the Jew her father come to heaven,
It will be for his gentle daughter's sake:

Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lo-
And never dare misfortune cross her foot,

renzo Unless she do it under this exense,

Desir'd us to make stand. That she is issue to a faithless Jew.

Salar.

His hour is almost past.
Come, go with me; peruse this, as thou goest : Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour,
Fair Jessica shall be my torch-bearer.

For lovers ever run before the clock.
(Exeunt. Salar. O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly

| Exit

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SCENE VII. Belmont. wont,

A Room in Portia's House.-Flourish of Cor. To keep obliged faith unforfeited!

nets. Gra. That ever holds: Who riseth from a feast, With that keen appetite that he sits down?

Enter Portia, with the Prince of Morocco, Where is the horse that doth untread again

and both their Trains. His tedious measures with the unabated fire Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover That he did pace them first? All things that are, The several caskets to this noble prince :Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. Now make your choice. How like a younker, or a prodigal,

Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,

bears: Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind ! Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men How like the prodigal doth she return,

desire. With over-weather d ribs, and ragged sails, The second, silver, which this promise carries ; Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind! Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he de

serves. 1 Enter Lorenzo.

This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt; Salar. Here comes Lorenzo ;-more of this Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all hereafter.

he hath. Lot. Sweet friends, your patience for my long How shall I know if I do choose the right? abode;

Por. The one of them contains my picture, Not I, but my affairs have made you wait;

prince; When you shall please to play the thieves for If you choose that, then I am yours withal. wives,

Mor. Some god direct my judgment ! Let me
I'll watch as long for you then.- Approach: see,
Here dwells my father Jew :-Hol who's within? I will survey the inscriptions back again :

What says this leaden casket ?
Enter Jessica above, in boy's clothes.

Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all Jes. Who are you? Tell me, for more certainty,

he hath. Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue.

Must give-For what? for lead ? hazard for lead? Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love.

This casket threatens: Men, that hazard all, Jes. Lorenzo, certain : and my love, indeed ; Do it in hope of fair advantages : For who love I so much? And now who knows,A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross; i But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? I'II then nor give, nor hazard, aught for lead. Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness What says the silver, with her virgin hue? that thou art.

Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deJes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the serves pains.

As much as he deserves ?—Pause there, Morocco, I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me, And weigh thy value with an even hand: For I am much asham'd of my exchange: If thou best rated by thy estimation, But love is blind, and lovers cannot see

Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough The pretty follies that themselves commit; May not extend

so far as to the lady ; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush And yet to be afeard of my deserving, To see me thus transformed to a boy.

Were but a weak disabling of myself. Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer. As much as I deserve !-Why, that's the lady: Jes. What, must I hold a candle to my shames? I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes, They in themselves, good sooth, are too, too in graces, and in qualities of breeding ; light.

But more than these, in love I do deserve. Why, 'tis an office of discovery, love;

What if I stray'd no further, but choose here And I should be obscur'd.

Let's see once more this saying grav'd in gold: Lor.

So are you, sweet, Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men Even in the lovely garnish of a boy.

desire. But come at once ;

Why, that's the lady; all the world desires her. For the close night doth play the run-away, From the four corners of the earth they come, And we are staid for at Bassanio's feast. To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint. Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself The Hyrcanian deserts, and the vasty wilds With some more ducats, and be with you straight. of wide Arabia, are as through-fares now,

(Erit, from above. For princes to come view fair Portia: Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew. The watery kingdom, whose ambitious head Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily: Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar For she is wise, if I can judge of her ;

To stop the foreign spirits ; but they come, And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true; As o'er a brook, to see fair Portia. And true she is, as she hath proved herself; One of these three contains her heavenly picture. And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true, Is't like, that lead contains her ? 'Twere dam, Shall she be placed in my constant soul.

nation,

To think so base a thought : it were too gross Enter Jessica, below.

To rib her cerecloth in the obscure grave. What, art thou come ?-On, gentlemen, away; Or shall I think, in silver she's immur'd, Our masquing mates by this time for us stay, Being ten times undervalued to try'd gold ?

[Erit with Jessica and Salarino. O sinful thought I never so rich a gem
Enter Antonio.

Was set in worse than gold. They have in En

gland Ant. Who's there?

A coin, that bears the figure of an angel Gra. Sigpior Antonio?

Stamped in gold; but that's insculp'd upon ; Ant. Fie, fie, Gratiano! where are all the rest? But here an angel in a golden bed 'Tis nine o'clock; our friends all stay for you :- Lies all within.-Deliver me the key; No masque to-night; the wind is come about, Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may ! Bassanio presently will go aboard :

Por. There, take it, prince, and if my forte have sent twenty out to seek for you. Gra. I am glad on’t ; I desire no more delight, then I am yours. (Heunlocks the golden caskel, Than to be under sail, and gone to-night. Mor.

O hell I what have we here? (Exeunt. A carrion death, within whose empty eye

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