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cafes of many a tall fhip lye bury'd, as they fay, if my goffip Report be an honest woman of her word.
Sola. I would fhe were as lying a goffip in that, as ever knapt ginger; or made her neighbours believe, the wept for the death of a third husband. But it is true, without any flips of prolixity, or croffing the plain high-way of talk, that the good Anthonio, the honeft Anthonio O that I had a title good enough to keep his name company!
Sal. Come, the full ftop.
Sola. Ha, what fay'ft thou? why, the end is, he hath loft a fhip.
Sal. I would it might prove the end of his loffes. Sola. Let me fay Amen betimes, left the devil crof thy prayer, (10) for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew. How now, Shylock, what news among the merchants ?
Shy. You knew (none fo well, none fo well as you). of my daughter's flight.
Sal. That's certain; I, for my part, knew the taylor that made the wings the flew withal.
Sola. And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird was fledg'd, and then it is the complexion of them all to leave the dam.
Shy. She is damn'd for it.
Sal. That's certain, if the devil may be her judge.
Sola. Out upon it, old carrion, rebels it at these years?
Shy. I fay, my daughter is my flesh and blood.
Sal. 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
(10)- left the Devil cross my Prayer.] But the Prayer was Salanio's. The other only, as Clerk, fays Amen to it. We muft therefore readMr. Warburton.
but tell us, do you hear, whether Anthonio have had any lofs at fea or no?
Shy. There I have another bad match; a bankrupt, a prodigal, who dares fcarce fhew his head on the Ryalto; 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 mony for a chriftian courtefie; 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. To bait fish withal. If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge; he hath disgrac'd me, and hinder'd me of half a million, laught at my loffes, mockt at my gains, fcorn'd my nation, thwarted my bargains, cool'd my friends, heated mine enemies; and what's his reafon? I am a Jew. Hath not a few eyes? hath not a few hands, organs, dimenfions, fenfes, affections, paffions? fed with the fame food, hurt with the fame weapons, fubject to the fame diseases, heal'd by the fame means, warm'd and cool'd by the fame winter and fummer, 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, fhall we not revenge? if we are like you in the rest, we will refemble you in that. If a few wrong a christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a chriftian wrong a Jew, what should his fufferance be by christian example? why, Revenge. The Villany, you teach me, I will execute; and it fhall go hard, but I will better the inftruction.
Enter a Servant from Anthonio.
Ser. Gentlemen, my mafter Anthonio is at his house, and defires to fpeak with you both.
Sal. We have been up and down to feek him.
Sola. Here comes another of the tribe; a third cannot be match'd, unless the devil himself turn Jew. [Exeunt Sala. and Solar.
Shy. How now, Tubal, what news from Genoua ? haft 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, coft me two thousand ducats in Frankfort! the curfe never fell upon our nation 'till now, 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; O, would fhe were hers'd at my foot, and the ducats in her coffin. No news of them; why, fo! and I know not what's fpent in the fearch: why, thou lofs upon lofs! the thief gone with fo much, and fo much to find the thief; and no fatisfaction, no revenge, nor no ill luck ftirring, but what lights o' my fhoulders; 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 Genoua
Shy. What, what, what? ill luck, ill luck?
Tub. Hath an Argofie caft away, coming from Tripolis.
Shy. I thank God, I thank God; is it true? is it. true?
Tub. I spoke with fome of the failors that escaped
Shy. I thank thee, good Tubal; good news, good. news; ha, ha, where? in Genoua?
Tub. Your daughter fpent in Genoua, as I heard, one night, fourfcore ducats.
Shy. Thou ftick'ft a dagger in me; I fhall never fee my gold again; fourfcore ducats at a fitting, fourfcore 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, I'll torture him; I am glad of it.
Tub. One of them fhew'd me a ring, that he had of your daughter for a monky.
Shy. Out upon her! thou tortureft me, Tubal; it was my Turquoife, I had it of Leah when I was a batchelor; I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkies.
Tub. But Anthonio is certainly undone. Shy. Nay, that's true, that's very true; an officer, befpeak him a fortnight before. the heart of him, if he forfeit; for were he nice, I can make what merchandize I will: go, go, Tubal, and meet me at our fynagogue; go, good Tu. bal; at our fynagogue, Tubal. [Exeunt.
SCENE changes to Belmont.
go fee me will have out of Ve
Enter Baffanio, Portia, Gratiano, and attendants. The Caskets are fet out.
Por. Pray you, tarry; paufe a day or two,
To ftay you from election.
For as I am, I live upon the rack.
Por. Upon the rack, Baffanio? then confefs,
Baff. None, but that ugly treason of mistrust,,
Por. Ay, but, I fear, you speak upon the rack;
Baff. Promise me life, and I'll confefs the truth..
Had been the very fum of my confeffion.
Por. Away then! I am lockt in one of them;
Let mufick found, while he doth make his choice ; ;