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And whiter than the paper it writ on
Laun. By your leave, sir.
Laun. Marry, sir, to bid my old master, the Jew, to sup to-night with my new master, the Christian.
Shy. What are there masques? Hear you
Love news, in faith. Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum,
Lor. Hold here, take this: tell gentle Jessica I will not fail her; speak it privately.
Salar. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight.
Exeunt SALARINO and SALANIO.
Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica ? Lor. I must needs tell thee all. She hath directed
How I shall take her from her father's house;
Jes. Call you? What is your will? Shy. I am bid forth to supper, Jessica : There are my keys. But wherefore should I go? I am not bid for love; they flatter me : But yet I'll go in hate, to feed upon The prodigal Christian. Jessica, my girl, Look to my house. I am right loath to go: There is some ill a-brewing towards my rest, For I did dream of money-bags to night.
Laun. I beseech you, sir, go: my young master doth expect your reproach.
Shy. So do I his.
Laun. And they have conspired together: I will not say you shall see a masque; but if you do, then it was not for nothing that my nose fell a-bleeding on Black-Monday last, at six o'clock i' the morning, falling out that year on AshWednesday was four year in the afternoon.
Laun. I will go before, sir. Mistress, look out at window, for all this;
There will come a Christian by,
Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's off's ring, ha?
Jes. His words were, 'Farewell, mistress'; nothing else.
Shy. The patch is kind enough, but a huge feeder;
Snail-slow in profit, and he sleeps by day
Do as I bid you; shut doors after you:
A proverb never stale in thrifty mind.
SCENE VI.-The Same.
Enter GRATIANO and SALARINO, masqued. Gra. This is the penthouse under which Lorenzo Desir'd us to make stand.
Salar. His hour is almost past. Gra. And it is marvel he outdwells his hour, For lovers ever run before the clock.
Salar. O ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly To seal love's bonds new-made, than they are wont To keep obliged faith unforfeited.
Gra. That ever holds: who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down? Where is the horse that doth untread again 10 His tedious measures with the unbated fire That he did pace them first? All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. How like a younker or a prodigal The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind! How like the prodigal doth she return, With over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails, Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind! Enter LORENZO.
Salar. Here comes Lorenzo: more of this hereafter.
Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode;
Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait: When you shall please to play the thieves for wives,
I'll watch as long for you then. Approach; Here dwells my father Jew. Ho! who's within?
Lor. Heaven and thy thoughts are witness that thou art.
Jes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains.
I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me,
Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch bearer. Jes. What! must I hold a candle to my shames? They in themselves, good sooth, are too too light. Why, 'tis an office of discovery, love, And I should be obscur'd.
But come at once;
What, art thou come? On, gentlemen; away! Our masquing mates by this time for us stay. Exit with JESSICA and SALARINO Enter ANTONIO.
Ant. Who's there? Gra. Signior Antonio!
This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt: Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath, How shall I know if I do choose the right! 19 Por. The one of them contains my picture, prince :
If you choose that, then I am yours withal. Mor. Some god direct my judgment! Let
I will survey the inscriptions back again :
Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross; ∞
60 One of these three contains her heavenly picture.
Ant. Fie, fie, Gratiano! where are all the re-t? "Tis nine o'clock; our friends all stay for you. No masque to-night: the wind is come about; Bassanio presently will go aboard :
I have sent twenty out to seek for you.
To think so base a thought: it were too gross 50
A coin that bears the figure of an angel
Flourish of Cornets. Enter PORTIA, with the Prince Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may !
of MOROCCO, and their Trains.
Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover fhe several caskets to this noble prince.
Now make your choice.
Por. There, take it, prince; and if my form lie there, Then I am yours.
He unlocks the golden casket. O hell! what have we here?
Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription A carrion Death, within whose empty eye bears:
Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire.
There is a written scroll. I'll read the writing.
All that glisters is not gold;
Gilded tombs do worms infold.
Cold, indeed; and labour lost :
pray thee, let us go and find him out,
Exit with his train. Flourish of cornets. Por. A gentle riddance. Draw the curtains: go. Let all of his complexion choose me so. Exeunt.
Venice. A Street.
Enter SALARINO and SALANIO.
Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship.
Silan. I never heard a passion so confus'd,
A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats,
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,
Salar. A kinder gentleman treads not the earth.
SCENE IX.- Belmont. A Room in PORTIA'S
Enter NERISSA with a Servitor.
Ner. Quick, quick, I pray thee; draw the
The Prince of Arragon hath ta'en his oath,
Flourish of Cornets. Enter the Prince of ARRA-
Por. Behold, there stand the caskets, noble
If you choose that wherein I am contain'd,
Ar. I am enjoin'd by oath to observe three
First, never to unfold to any one
If I do fail in fortune of my choice,
By the fool multitude, that choose by show,
Builds in the weather on the outward wall,
The fire seven times tried this:
So be gone, sir: you are sped.
Still more fool I shall appear
With one fool's head I came to woo,
Sweet, adieu. I'll keep my oath,
Exeunt ARRAGON and Train, Por. Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth. O, these deliberate fools! when they do choose, They have the wisdom by their wit to lose. Ner. The ancient saying is no heresy : 'Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.' Por. Come, draw the curtain, Nerissa. Enter a Servant.
Serv. Where is my lady?
Por. Here; what would my lord? Serv. Madam, there is alighted at your gate A young Venetian, one that comes before To signify the approaching of his lord; From whom he bringeth sensible regreets, To wit, besides commends and courteous breath, Gifts of rich value. Yet I have not seen So likely an ambassador of love : A day in April never came so sweet, To show how costly summer was at hand, As this fore-spurrer comes before his lord. Por. No more, I pray thee: I am half afeard Thou wilt say anon he is some kin to thee, Thou spend'st such high-day wit in praising him. Come, come, Nerissa; for I long to see Quick Cupid's post that comes so mannerly. 100 Ner. Bassanio, lord Love, if thy will it be ! Exeunt.
the narrow seas; the Goodwins, I think they call the place; a very dangerous flat, and fatal, where the carcasses 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 go-sip in that as ever knapped 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 highway 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 sayest thou? Why, the end is, he hath 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.
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 is damned 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 show 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. 52
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 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 diseases, 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 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
SCENE II.-Belmont. A Room in PORTIA'S House.
a Christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge. The villany you teach me I will execute, and it Enter BASSANIO, PORTIA, GRATIANO, NERISSA, shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Exeunt SALANIO, SALARINO, 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 hearsed 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 on my shoulders; no sighs but of my breathing; no tears but of my shedding.
Tub. Yes, other men have ill luck too. Antonio, as I heard in Genoa,-
Shy. What, what, what? ill luck, ill luck? Tub. hath an argosy cast away, coming from Tripolis.
Shy. I thank God! I thank God! Is 't true? is 't true?
Tub. I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped the wreck.
110 Shy. I thank thee, good Tubal. Good news, good news! ha! ha! Where? in Genoa? Tub. Your daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, in one night fourscore ducats.
Shy. Thou stickest 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.
Por. I pray you, tarry: pause a day or two Before you hazard; for, in choosing wrong, I lose your company therefore forbear awhile. 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,I would detain you here some month or two Before you venture for me. I could teach you 10 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'erlook'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, 20 Let fortune go to hell for it, not I. I speak too long; but 'tis to reise 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.
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: 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: 40 If you do love me, you will find me out. Nerissa and the rest, stand all aloof. Let music sound while he doth make his choice; Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end, Fading in music: that the comparison May stand more proper, my eye shall be the
And watery death-bed for him. He may win ;