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Ifyon repay me not on such a day,
Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she-bear, In such a place, such sum, or sums, as are
Yea, mock the lion, when he roars for prey, Express'd in the condition, let the forfeit
To win thee, lady; but, alas the while! Be nominated for an equal pound
If Hercules and Lichas play at dice Of your fair flesh, to be cut off'and taken
Which is the better man, the greater throw
May turn by fortune from the weaker hand:
And so may I, blind fortune leading me,
And die with grieving.
Or swear, before you choose,-if you choose wrong,
Never to speak to lady afterward
Your hazard shall be made. By the exaction of the forfeiture?
Mor. Good fortune then!
[Cornets. A pound of man's flesh, taken from a man,
To make me bless't, or cursed'st among men.(Exeunt.
SCENE II.-Venice. A street.
EnterLAUNCELOT GOBBO. If he will take it, so; if not, adiev;
Laun. Certainly my conscience will serve me to run And, for my love, I pray you, wrong menor. from this Jew, my master. The fiend is at mine elbow; Ant. Yes, Shylock, I will seal unto this bond. and tempts me, saying to me,Gobbo, Launcelot Gobbo, Shy. Then meet me forth with at the notary's; good Launcelot, or good Gobbo, or good Launcelot Give him direction for this merry bond,
Gobbo, use your legs, take the start, run away: my And I will go and purse the ducats straight;
conscience says,-no, take heed, honest Launcelot; See to my house, left in the fearful guard
take heed, honest Gobbo; or,as aforesaid, honest Of an unthrifty knave; and presently
Launcelot Gobbo; do not run; scorn running with I will be with you.
Exit. thy heels! Well, the most courageous fiends bids me Ant. Hie thee, gentle Jew.
pack; via! says the fiend; away! says the fiend, for This Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind. the heavens; rouse up a brave mind, says the fiend, and Bass, I like not fair terms, and a villain's mind. run. Well, my conscience, hanging about the neck of Ant. Come on; in this there can be no dismay, my heart, says very wisely to me,-my honest friend My ships come home a month before the day. (Exeunt. Launcelot, being an honest man's son-or rather an
honest woman's son ;-for,indeed, my father did someACT II.
thing smack, something grow to , he had a kind of
taste;-well, my conscience says, Launcelot, budge SCENE 1. - Belmont. A room in Portia's house. not; budge, says the fiend: budge not, says my couFlourish of cornets.Enter the Prince of Morocco,and science : Conscience, says, you counsel well; fiend,say his train; Portia, Nerissa,and other of her Attend- I, you counsel well: to be ruled by my conscience, I
should stay with the Jew, my master, who, (God bless Mor. Mislike me not for my complexion,
the mark !) is a kind of devil; and, to run away from The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun,
the Jew, I should be ruled by the fiend, who, saving To whom I am a neighbour, and near bred.
your reverence, is the devil himself: certainly, the Bring me the fairest creature northward born, Jew is the very devilincarnation; and, in my conscienWhere Phoebus' fire scarce thaws the icicles, ce, my conscience is but a kind of hard conscience, to And let us make incision for your love,
offer to counsel me to stay with the Jew. The fiend To prove whose blood is reddest, his, or mine. gives the more friendly counsel: I will run, fiend; I tell thee, lady, this aspect of mine
my heels are at your commandment, I will run. Hath fear'd the valiant; by my love, I swear,
Enter old GOBBO, with a basket. The best-regarded virgins of our clime
Gob. Master, young man, you, I pray you; which is Have lov'd it too: I would not change this hne, the way to master Jew's ? Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen! Laun. (Aside.} O heavens, this is my true begotten Por. In terms of choicel am not solely led
father! who, being more than sand-blind, high-gravel By nice direction of a maiden's eyes;
blind, knows me not:- I will try conclusions with him. Besides, the lottery of my destiny
Gob. Master, young gentleman, I pray you, which Bars me the right of voluntary choosing:
is the way to master Jew's? But, if my father had not scanted me,
Laun. Tarn up on your right hand, at the next turn-
ing, but, at the next turning of all, on your left; marry,
Gob. By God's sonties, 'twill be a hard way to hit.
Can you tell me, whether one Lancelot, that dwells Mor. Even for that I thank you;
with him, dwell with him, or no ? Therefore, I pray you, lead me io the caskets, Laun. Talk you of young master Launcelot ? -- Mark To try my fortune. By this scimitar,
me now; (aside.] now will I raise the waters: - talk That slew the Sophy, and a Persian prince,
you of youmg master Launcelot? That won three fields of Sultan Solyman,
Gob. No mastermir, but a poor man's son; his father, would out-stare the sternest eyes that look, though I say it, is an honest exceeding poor man, and, Oat-brave the heart most daring on the earth, God be thanked, well to live.
Laun. Well, let his father be what he will, we talk | Laun. Indeed, the short and the long is, I serve the of young master Launcelot.
Jew, and I have a desire, as my father shall specify, Gob. Your worship’s friend, and Launcelot, sir. Gob. His master and he, (saving your worship’s reLaun. But I pray you ergo, old man, ergo, I beseech verence) are scarce cater-cousins :you; talk you of young master Launcelot?
Laun. To be brief, the very truth is, that the Jew Gob. OrLauncelot, au't please your masterstep. having done me wrong, doth cause me, as my father, Lam. Ergo, master Launcelot; talk not of master being I hope an old man, shall frutify unto you, Launcelot, father; for the young gentleman (accord - Gob. I have here a dish of doves, that I would bestow ing to fates and destinies, and such odd sayings, the "pon your worship; and my suit is, sisters three,and such branches of learning,) is indeed, Laun.In very brief, the suitis impertinent to myself, deceased; or, as you would say, in plain terms, gone as your worship shall know by this honest old man; to heaven.
and, though I say it, though old man, yet, poor man, Gob. Marry, God forbid! the boy was the very stall my father. of my age, my very prop.
Bass. One speak for both ;--what would you?
Gob. This is the very defect of the matter, sir, Gob. Alack the day, I know you not, young gentle-Bass. I know thee well, thou hast obtain'd thy suit : man: but, I pray you, tell me, is my boy, (God rest Shylock, thy master, spoke with me this day, his soul!) alive, or dead?
And hath preferr'd thee, if it be preferment, Laun. Do you not know me, father?
To leave a rich Jew's service, to become Gob, Alack, sir, I am sand-blind, I know you not. The follower of so poor a gentleman. Laun. Nay, indeed, if you had your es, you mighe Laun. The old proverb is very well parted between fail of the knowing me: it is a wise father that knows my master Shylock and you, sir ; you have the grace his own child. Well, old man, I will tell you news of of God, sir, and he hath enough. your son. Give me your blessing; truth will come to Bass. Thou speak'st it well. Go, father, with thy light; murder cannot be hid long, a man's son may; but, in the end, truth willout.
Take leave of thy old master, and enquire Gob. Pray you, sir, stand up; I am sure you are not My lodging out!--Give him a livery[To his Followers. Launcelot, my boy,
More guarded than his fellows. 'See it done! Laun. Pray you, let's have no more fooling about it, Laun. Father, in :- I cannot get a service, no; I have but give me your blessing. I am Launcelot, your boy ne'er a tongue in my head.-Well; (Looking on his that was, your son that is, your child that shall be. palm.) if any man in Italy have a fairer table, which Gob. I cannot think you are my son.
doth offer to swear upon a book.--I shall have good Laun. Iknow not what I shall think of that; but I am fortune; go to, here's a simple line of life! here's a Launcelot, the Jew's man; and, I am sure, Margery, small trille of wives: alas, fifteen wives is nothing; your wife, is my mother.
eleven widows, and nine maids, is a simple coming-in Goh. Her name is Margery, indeed: I'll be sworn, if for one man; and then, to 'scape drowning thrice; thou be Launcelot, thou art mine own flesh and blood, and to be in peril of my life with the edge of a featherLord worshipp'd migłthe be! what a beard hast thou bed ;-here are simple 'scapes ! Well, if fortune be a got! thou hast got more on thy chin, than Dobbin my woman, she's a good wench for this gear.- Father, thill-horse has on his tail.
come; I'll take my leave of the Jew in thetwinkling of Laun. It should seein, then, that Dobbin's tail grows an eye.
[Exeunt Launcelot and old Gobbo. backward ; I am sure he had more hair on his tail, than Bass. I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on this; I have on my face, when I last saw him.
These things being bought, and orderly bestow'd,
Leon. My best endeavours shall be done herein.
Enter GratiaNO. till I have run some ground: my master's a very Gra. Where is your master ? Jew! Give him a present! give him a halter. I am Leon. Yonder, sir, he walks.
[Exit Leonardo. famish'd in his service; you may tell every singer I have Gra. Signior Bassanio,--with my ribs. Father, I am glad you are come; give Bass. Gratiano! me your present to one master Bassanio, who, indeed, Gra. I have a suit to you. gives rare new liveries ; if I serve not him, I will run as Bass. You have obtain'dit. far, as God has any ground.-- rare fortune! here Gra. You must not deny me; I must go with you to comes the man ;-to him, father : for I am a Jew, if I Belmont. serve the Jew any longer.
Bass. Why, then you must.—But hear thee,Gratiano;
Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice;Enter Bassanio, with LEONANDO, and other Followers. Parts that become thee happily enough,
Bass. You may do so ;- but let it be so hasted, that And in such eyes as ours appear not faults ; supper beready at the farthest by five of the clock.See But where thou art not known, why, there they show these letters deliver'd; put the liveries to making; and Something too liberal;- pray thee, take pain desire Gratiano to come anon to my lodging! To allay with some cold drops of modesty
[Exit a Servant. Thy skipping spirit; lest, through thy wild behaviour, Laun. To him, father!
I be misconstrued in the place I go to,
And lose my hopes.
If I do not put on a sober habit, Laun. Not a poor boy, sir, but the rich Jew's man; Talk with respect, and swear but now and then, that would, sir, as my father shall specify, -
Wear prayer-books in my pocket, look demurely; Gob. lle hath a great infection, sir, as one would say, Nay more, while grace is saying, hood mine eyes to serve,
Thus with my hat, and sigh, and say, amen ;
Use all the observance of civility,
Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica? Like one well studied in a sad ostent
Lor. I must needs tell thee all : she hath directed,
How I shall take her from her father's house;
What gold, and jewels, sheis furnish'd with;
If e'er the Jew her father come to heaven,
It will be for his gentle daughter's sake:
And never dare misfortune cross her foot,
Unless she do it under this excuse, —
That she is issue to a faithless Jew.
Come, go with me; peruse this as thou goest :
Fair Jessica shall be
torch-bearer. [Exeunt. But we will visit you at supper-time. (Exeunt.
SCENE V.—The same. Before Shylock's house. SCENE H.-The same, A room in Shylock's house.
Enter SHYLOCK and LAUNCELOT.
Shy. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy judge,
The difl'erence of old Shylock and Bassanio:-
What, Jessica !-thou shalt not gormandize,
As thou hast done with me ;-what, Jessica!-
And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out:-
Why, Jessica, I say!
Laun. Why, Jessica !
Shy. Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call.
Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me, I could do
nothing without bidding.
Jes. Call you? What is your will? play the knave, and get thee, I am much deceived.
Shy. I am bid forth to supper, Jessica; But, adieu! these foolish drops do somewhat drown There are my keys. But wherefore should I go? my manly spirit; adieu !
[Exit. I am not bid for love ; they flatter me:
But yet I'll goin hate, to feed upon
The prodigal Christiau.— 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 (Exit.
expect your reproach. SCENE IV.-The same. A street.
Shy. So do Ühis.
Laun. And they have conspired together,- I will not Enter Gratiano, Lorenzo, SalaRiXO, and SALANIO. say, you shall see a masque; but if you do, then it Lor. Nay, we will slink away at supper-time; was not for nothing that my nose fell a bleeding on Disguise us at my lodging, and return
Black-Monday last, at six o'clock i'the morning, fallAll in an hour.
ng out that year on Ash-Wednesday was four year Gra. We have not made good preparation.
in the afternoon.
And the vile squeaking of the wry-neck'd fife,
Nor thrust your head into the public street,
To gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces ; Enter Launcelot, with a letter.
But stop my house's cars, I mean my casements: Friend Launcelot, what's the news?
Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter
I have no mind of feasting forth to-night:
Say, I will come.
Laun. I will go before, sir.
Mistress, look out at window, for all this;
There will come a Christian by,
Will be worth a Jewess' eye.
[Exit Laun. Laun. Marry, sir, to bid my old master the Jew to Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha? sup to-night with my new master the Christian. Jes. His words were, Farewell, mistress; nothing else.
Lor. Hold here, take this:-tell gentle Jessica. I will shy. The patch is kind enough; but a huge feeder, not fail her!-speak it privately ; go.--Gentlemen, Snail-slow in profit, and he sleeps by day
[Exit Launcelot. More than the wild cat; drones hive not with me;
To one, that I would have him help to waste
Perhaps, I will return immediately;
Do, as I bid
Shut doors after you ; Fast bind, fast find;
Jes. Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost, Our masquing mates by this time for us stay:
Exit with Jessica and Salarino.
Ant. Fie, fie, Gratiano! where are all the rest?
'Tis nine o'clock; our friends all stay for you :Gra. And it is marvel heout-dwells his hour, No masquc to-night; the wind is come about, For lovers ever run before the clock.
Bassanio presently will go aboard :
Than to be under sail and gone to-night. (Exeunt.
SCENE VII.-- Belmont. A room in Portia's house. Where is the horse, that doth untread again
Flourish of cornets. Enter Pontia, with the Prince His tedions measures with the unbated fire,
of Morocco, and both their trains. That he did pace them first? All things that are, Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover Are with more spirit chased than enjoy’d.
The several caskets to this noble prince:How like a younker, or a prodigal,
Now make your choice! The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,
Mor. The first of gold, whothis inscription bears;Hugg’d and embraced by the strumpet wind! Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire. How like the prodigal dorh she return;
The second, silver, which this promise carries;With over-weather'd ribs, and ragged sails,
Who chvoseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind! This third, duillead, with warning all as blunt;
Iho chooseth me, milst give and hazard all he hath. Enter LORENZO.
How shall I know if I do choose the right?
Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode! If you choose that, then I am yours withal.
Mor. Some god direct my judgment! Let me see,
What says is leaden casket ?
Must give--For what? for lead? hazard for lead?
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross;
I'll then nor give, nor hazard, aught for lead. Jes. Lorenzo, certain ; and my love, indeed; What says the silver, with her virgin hue? For who lovel so much? And now who knows, Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours?
As much as he deserves? --Pause there, Morocco,
If thou be'st rated by thy estimation,
May not extend so far as to the lady;
And yet to be afeard of my deserving, But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
Were but a weak disabling of myself. .
As much as I deserve !--Why, that's the lady;
In graces, and in qualities of breeding;
shames? What if I stray'd no further, but chose here? They in themselves, good sooth, are too, too light. Let's see once more this saying grav'd in gold: Why, ’tis an office of discovery, love;
Who chooseth me, shall gain what many inen desire. And I should be obscured.
Why, that's the lady; all the world desires her: Lor. So are you, sweet,
From the four corners of the earth they come, Even in the lovely garnish of a boy.
Tokiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint. Butcome at once ;
The Hyrcanian deserts, and the vasty wilds For the close night doth play the run-away,
Of wide Arabia, are as through-fares now,
For princes to come view fair Portia :
(Exit, from above. To stop the foreign spirits; but they come,
One of these three contains her heavenly picture. For she is wise, if I can judge of her;
Is’t like, that lead contains her? 'Twere damnation, And fair she is, ifthat mine eyes be true;
To think so base a thought; it were too gross, And true she is, as she hath prov'd herself;
To rib her cerecloth in the obscure grave. And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true, Or shall I think, in silver she's immur'd, Shall she be placed in my constant soul.
Being ten times undervalued to try'd gold?
O sinful thought ! Never so rich a gem
Was get in worse than gold. They have in England What, art thou come?-On, gentlemen, away; A coin, that bears the ngare of an angel
Stamped in gold; but that's insculp'd upon.
As shall conveniently become you there!
And even there, his eye being big with tears,
Turuing his face, he put his hand behind him,
And with atlection wondrous sensible
(Heunlocks the golden casket. Salan. I think, he only loves the world for him. Dlor. O hell! what have wehere?
I pray thee, let us go, and find him out,
And quicken his embraced heaviness
Salar. Do we so!
[Exeunt. All that glisters is not gold, Often have you heard that told:
SCENE IX.-Belmont. A room in Portia's house.
Enter Nerissa, with a Serrant.
Ner. Quick, quick, I pray thee, draw the curtain
The prince of Arragonhath ta'en his oath,
And comes to his election presently.
Flourish of cornets. Enter the Prince of Arragon,
Pontia, and their trains.
If you choose that wherein Tam contain'd,
Por. A gentle riddance. --Draw the curtains, go; But if you fail, withoui more speech, my lord,
Ar. I am enjoin'd by oath to observe three things :
First, never to unfold to any one,
Which casket'twas I chose; next, if I fail
To woo a maid in way of marriage; lastly,
If I do fail in fortune of my choice,
Ar. And so have I address’d me. Fortune now
To my heart's hope !-Gold, silver, and base lead. Lorenzo and his amorous Jessica:
Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath.
You shall look fairer, ere I give, or hazard.
What says the golden chest? ha! let me see:-
Who chooseth me , shall gain what many men desire.
What many men desire? That many may be meant
By the fool multitude, that choose by show,
Even in the force and road of casualty.
To cozen fortune, and be honourable
Without the stamp of merit ! Let none presume
To wear an undeserved dignity!
0, that estates, degrees, and offices,
Were not deriv'd corruptly! and that clear honour
Were purchas'd by the merit of the wearer!
then should cover, that stand bare?
How many be commanded, that command?
From the true seed of honour? and how much honour
To be new varnish’d? Well, but to my choice:
Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves.
I will assume desert :- give me the key for this,
And instantly unlock my fortunes here.
Por. Too long a pause for that, which you find there.
Ar. What's here? the portrait of a blinking idiot,
Presenting me a schedule? I will read it.
How much unlike art thou to Portia!
How much unlike my hopes, and my deservings!