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Jes. Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost, Our masquing mates by this time for us stay.
I kave a father, you a daughter, lost. [Exit.

Exit with Jessica and Salarino.
SCENE VI.-- The same.

Enter Antonio.
Enter Gratiano and SALARINO, masqued. Ant. Who's there?
Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lorenzo Gra. Signior Antonio?
Desir'd us to make stand.

Ant, l'ie, fie, Gratiano! where are all the rest?
Salar, His hour is almost past.

'Tis nine o'clock; our friends all stay for you :Gra. And it is marvel heout-dwells his hour, No masque to-night; the wind is come about, For lovers ever run before the clock.

Bassanio presently will go aboard :
Salar. O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly I have sent twenty out to seek for you.
To seal love's bonds new made, than they are wont, Gra. I am glad ón't; I desire no more delight,
To keep obliged faith unforfeited!

Than to be under sail and gone to-night. [Exeunt.
Gra. That ever holds: Who riseth from a feast,
With that heen appetite that he sits down?

SCENE VII.-Belmont. Aroom in Portia's house.
Where is the horse, that doth untread again Flourish of cornets. Enter Portia, with the Prince
His tedious 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, who this inscription bears;Hugg`d and embraced by the strumpet wind! Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire. How like the prodigaldeth she return;

The second, silver, which this promise carries;With over-weather'd ribs, and ragged sails,

Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves.
Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind ! This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt;-

Ilho chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath.
Enter Lorenzo.

How shall I know if I do choose the right?
Salar. Here comes Lorenzo ; more of this hereafter. Por. The one of them contains my picture, prince;

Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode! If you choose that, then I am yours withal.
Notl, but my allairs, have made you wait:

Mor. Some god direct my judgment! Let me see,
When you shall please to play the thieves for wives, I will survey theinscriptions back again :
I'll watch as long for you then.-- Approach ;

What says this leaden casket?
Here dwells my father Jew,-Ho! who's within ? Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath.

Must give--For what? for lead? hazard for lead ?
Enter Jessica above, in boy's clothes,

This casket threatens. Men, that hazard all,
Jes. Who are you? Tell me, for more certainty, Do it in hope of fair advantages :
Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue.

A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross;
Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love.

I'llthen nor give, nor hazard, aught for lead.
Jes. Lorenzo, certain ; and my love, indeed; What says the silver, with her virgin hue?
For who love I 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,
Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that And weighthy value with an even hand:
thou art.

If thou be’st rated by thy estimation,
Jes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains, Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough
I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me,

May not extend so far as to the lady;
For I am much asham’d of my exchange:

And yet to be afeard of my deserving, But love is blind, and lovers cannot see

Were but a weak disabling of myself.
The pretty follies that themselves commit;

As much as I deserve!-Why, that's the lady;
For if they could, Cupid himself would blush I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes,
To see me thus transformed to a boy.

In graces, and in qualities of breeding;
Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer. But more than these, in love I do deserve.
Jes. What, must I hold a candle to my 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 throngh-faresnow,
And we are staid for at Bassanio's feast.

For princes to come view fair Portia :
Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself The watry kingdom, whose ambitious head
With some more ducats, and be with you straight. Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar

(Exit, from above. To stop the foreign spirits; but they come,
Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew. As o'er a brook, to see fair Portia.
Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily

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
Enter Jessica, below.
What, art thou come?-On, gentlemen, away;

Was get in worse than gold. They have in England
A coin, that bears the higure of an angel

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As shall conveniently become you there! But here an angel in a golden bed

And even there, his eye being big with tears, Lies all within.-Deliver me the key;

Turning his face, he put his hand behind him,
Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may!

And with atlection wondrous sensible
Por. There, take it, prince; and if my form lie there, Hewrung Passario's hand, and so they parted.
Then I am yours.

(Heunlocks the golden casket. Salan. Ithink, he only loves the world for him. Dor. O hell! what have wehere?

I pray thee, let us go, and find him out, A carrion death, within whose empty eye

And quicken his embraced heaviness There is a written scroll? I'll read thee writing. With some delight or other!

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.
Many a man his life hath sold,

Enter NERISSA, witka Serrant.
But my outside to behold.
Gilded tombs do worms unfold.

Ner. Quick, quick, I pray thee, draw the curtain

Had you been as wise as bold,

The prince of Arragonhath ta'en his oath,
Young in limbs, in judgment old,

And comes to his election presently.
Your answer had not been inscrol'd:
Fare well; your suit is cold.

Flourish of cornets. Enter the Prince of Arragon, Cold, indeed; and labourlost;

Pontia, and their trains.
Then, farewell, heat; and, welcome, frost. - Por. Behold, there stand the caskets, noble prince!
Portia, adien! I have too griev'd a heart

If you choose that wherein lam contain’d,
To take a tedious leave: thus losers part. [Exit. Straight shallour nuptial rites be solemniz'd;

Por. A gentle riddance. --Draw the curtains, go; But if you fail, without more speech, my lord,
Let all of his complexion choose me so! (Exeunt. You must be gone from hence immediately.

Ar. I am enjoin’d by oath to observe three things :
SCENE VIII.--Venice. A street.

First, nevertounfold to any one,
Enter SALARINO and Salanio.

Which casket'twas I chose; next, if I fail
Salar. Why man, I saw Bassanio under sail; Of the right casket, never in my life
With him is Gratiano gone along;

To woo a maid in way of marriage; lastly,
And in their ship, I am sure, Lorenzo is not.

If I do fail in fortune of my choice, Salan. The villain Jew with outcries rais’d the duke; Immediately to leave you and be gone. Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship.

Por. To these injunctions every one doth swear, Salar. Ile came too late, the ship was under sail ; That comes to hazard for my worthless self. But there the duke was given to understand,

Ar. And so have I address'd me. Fortune now That in a gondola were seen together

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. Besides, Antonio certify'd the duke,

You shall look fairer, ere I give, or hazard. They were not with Bassanio in his ship.

What says the golden chest? ha! let me see:Salan. I never heard a passion so confus’d,

Who chooseth me , shall gain what many men desire. So strange, outrageous, and so variable,

What many men desire? That many may be meant Asthe dog Jew did utter in the streets :

By the fool multitude, that choose by show, My daughter!-Omy ducats!-O my daughter! Notlearning more than the fond eye doth teach ; Fled with a Christian?-O my Christian ducats! Which pries pot to the interior, but, like the martlet, Justice! the law! my ducats, and my daughter! Builds in the weather on the outward wall, A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats,

Even in the force and road of casualty. Of double ducats, stol'n from me by my daughter! I will not choose what many men desire, And jewels; two stones, two rich and precious stones, Because I will not jump with common spirits, Stoln hy my daughter !---Justice! find the girl! And rank me with the barbarous multitudes. She hath the stones upon her, and the ducats ! Why, then to thee, thou silver treasure-house; Salar. Why, all the boys in Venice follow him, Tell me once more what title thou dost bear: Crying,--his stones, his daughter, aud his ducats. Who chooseth zne, shall get as much as lie deserves. Salan. Let good Antonio look he keep his day, And well said too: for who shall go about Or he shall pay for this.

To cozen fortune, and be honourable Salar. Marry, well remember'd.

Without the stamp of merit ! Let rone presume I reason’d with a Frenchman yesterday;

To wear an undeserved dignity! Who told me,- in the narrow seas, that part

0, that estates, degrees, and offices, The French and English, there miscarried

Were not deriv'd corruptly! and that clear honour A vessel of our country, richly fraught:

Were purchas'd by the merit of the wearer! I thought upon Antonio, when he told me;

How many then should cover, that stand bare? And wish'd in silence, that it were not his.

How many be commanded, that command? Salan. You were best to tell Antonio what you hear; How much low peasantry would then be glean'd Yet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him.

From thetrne seed of honour? and how much honour Salar. A kinder gentleman treads not the earth. Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times, I saw Bassanio and Antonio part: Bassanio told him, he would make some speed

To be new varnish’d? Well, but to my choice: Of his return; he answer'd-Do not so,

Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. Slubber not business for my sake, Bassanio,

I will assume desert :- give me the key for this, But stay the very riping of the time;

And instantly unlock my fortunes here. And for the Jew's bond, which he hath of me,

Por. Too long a pause for that, which you find there. Let it not enter in your mind of love:

Ar. What's here? the portrait of a blinking idiot, Remerry, and employ your chiefest thoughts

Presenting me a schedule? I will read it.

How much unlike art thou to Portia ! To courtship, and such fair ostents of love

How much unlike my hopes, and my deservings!

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Who chooseth me, shall have as much as he deserves. Salan. Let me say amen betimes, lest the devil cross
Did I deserve no more than a fool's head?

my prayer; for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew.-
Is that my prize? are my deserts no better?
Por. To offend, and judge, are distinct offices,

Enter SAYLOCK. And of opposed natures.

How now, Shylock? what news among the merchants ? Ar. What is here?

Shy. You knew, none so well, none so well as you,

of my daughter's flight.
The fire seven times tried this;
Seven times tried that judgement is,

Salar. That’s certain; I, for my part, knew the tailor
That did never choose amiss:

that made the wings she flew withal.

Salan. And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird
Some there be, that shadows kiss ;

was fledg’d; and then it is the complexion of them all
Such have but a shadow's bliss :

to leave the dam.
There be fools alive, I wis,
Silver'd o'er; and so was this.

Shy. She is damn'd forit.

Salar. That's certain, if the devil may be her judge.
Take what wife you will to bed,
I will ever be your

Shy. My own flesh and blood to rebel!

Salan. Out upon it, old carrion! rebels it at these
So begone, sır, you are sped.

years? Still inore fool I shall appear

Shy. I say, my daughter is my flesh and blood. By the time I linger here:

Salar. There is more difference between thy flesh and With one fool's head I came to wog,

hers, than between jet and ivory: more between your But I go away with two.

bloods, than there is between red wine and rhenishSweet, adieu! I'll keep my oath,

do you hear, whether Antonio have had any Patiently to bear my wroth.

loss at sca, or no?
Exeunt Arragon, and Train. Shy. There I have another bad match: a bankrupt,
Por. Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth. a prodigal, who dare scarce show his head on the Rial-
O these deliberate fools! when they do choose,

a beggar, that used to come so smug upon the They have the wisdom by their wit to lose.

mart; - let him look to this bond: he was wont to call Ner. The ancient saying is no heresy ;

me usurer;- let him look to his bond : he was wont to Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.

lend money for a Christian courtesy ;-let him look to Por. Come, draw the curtain, Nerissa!

his bond!

Salar.Why, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt no take
Enter a Servant.

his flesh; what's that good for? Serv. Where is my lady?

Shy. To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else, Por. Here; what would my lord ?

it will feed my revenge. He ha disgraced me, and Serv. Madam, there is alighted at your gate hindered me of half a million; laughed at my losses, A young Venetian, one, that comes before

mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my To signify the approaching of his tord:

bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; From whom he bringeth sensible regrets;

and what's his reason? I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? To wit, besides commends, and courteous breath, hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, Gifts of rich value; yet I have not seen

affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt So likely an embassador of love:

with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, A day in April never came so sweet,

healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the To show how costly summer was at hand,

same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick As this fore-spurrer comes before his lord.

us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? Por. No more, I pray thee; I am half afeard, if you poison us, do we not die? and, if you wrong us, Thou wilt say anon, he is some kin to thee,

shall we not revenge? if we

are like you in the rest, we Thou spend'st such high-day wit in praising him.-- will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, Come, come, Nerissa; for long to see

what is his humility? revenge: if a Christian wrong a Quick Cupid's post, that comes so mannerly. Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian examNer. Bassanio, lord Love, if thy will it be? (Exeunt. ple? why, revenge. The villainy, you teach me, I will

execute; and it shall go hard, but I will better the in

SCENE I.–Venice. A street.

Enter a Servant.
Enter Salario and SALARINC.

Serv. Gentlemen, my master Antonio is at his house, Salan. Now, what news on the Rialto ?

and desires to speak with you both. Salar. Why, yet it lives there uncheck’d, that Anto- Sular. We have been up and down to seek him. bio hath a ship of rich lading wreck'd on the narrow seas: the Goodwins, I think they call the place; a very

Enter TUBAL. dangerous flat, and fatal, where the carcases of many a Salan. Here comes another of the tribe; a third tall ship lie buried, as they say, if my gossip report be cannot be matched, unless the devil himself turn Jew. an honest woman of her word.

[Exeunt Salan. Salar.and Servant. Salan. I would she were as lying a gossip in that, as Shy. How now, Tubal, what news from Genoa ? hast ever knapp'd ginger, or made her neighbours believe thou found my daughter? she wept for the death of a third husband: but it is Tub. I often came where I did hear of her, but cantrue--without any slips of prolixity, or crossing the not find her. plain high-way of talk,--that the good Antonio, the Shy. Why there, there, there, there! a diamond honest Antonio,---- that I had a title good enough gone, cost me two thousand ducats in Frankfort! The to keep his name company

curse never fell upon our nation till now; I never felt Sulur. Come, the full stop!

it till now:--two thousand ducats in that; and other Salan. Ha --what say'st thou ?--Why, the end is, precious, precious jewels

. I would, my daughter he hath lost a ship!

were dead at my foot and the jewels in her ear! 'would Sular. I would it might prove the end of his losses ! she were hears’d at my foot, and the ducats in her

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coffin! No news of them?- Why, so :-and--and 1 Which makes me fear the enjoying of my love:
know not what's spent in the search: why, thou There may as well be amity and life
loss upon loss! the thief gone with so much, and so 'Tween snow and fire, as treason and my love.
much to find the thief; and no satisfaction, no re- Por. Ay, but I fear, you speak upon the rack,
renge: nor no ill luck stirring, but what lights o' my Where men enforced do speak any thing
shoulders ; no sighs, but o' my breathing; no tears,

Bass. Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth.
my shedding.

Por. Well then, confess, and live.
Tub. Yes, other men have ill luck too; Antonio, as Bass. Confess, and love,
I heard in Genoa,-

Had been the very sum of my confession:
Shy. What, what, what? illlack, ill luck ? O happy torment, when my torturer
Tube - hath an argosy cast away, coming from Tri- Doth teach me answer for deliverance !

But let me to my fortune and the caskets.
Shy.I thank God, I thank God!-Is it true? is it true? Por. Away then: I am lock'd in one of them;
Tub. I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped If you do love me, you will find me out.-
the wreck.

Nerissa, and the rest, stand all aloof!--
Shy. I thank thee, good Tubal. -Good news, good Let music sound, while he doth make his choice;
news: ha! ha-Where? in Genoa ?

Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end, Tub. Your daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, one Fading in music: that the comparison night, fourscore ducats.

Maystand more proper, my eye shall be the stream Shy. Thou stick’st a dagger in me:- I shall never And wat'ry death-bed for him. He may win; see my gold again! Fourscore ducats at a sitting ! And what is music then? then musicis fourscore dacats!

Even as the flourish, when true subjects bow Tub. There came divers of Antonio's creditors in my To a new-crowned monarch: such itis, company to Venice, that swear he cannot choose but As are those dulcet sounds in break of day, break.

That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's ear, Shy. I am very glad ofit: I'll plague him ; I'll tor- And summon him to marriage. Now he goes, ture him; I am glad of it.

With no less presence, but with much more love, Tub. One of them shewed me a riog, that he had of Than young Alcides, when he did redeem your daughter for a monkey.

The virgin tribute paid by howling Troy
Shy. Out upon her! Thou torturest me, Tubal: it To the sea-monster : I stand for sacrifice,
was my turquoise; I bad it of Leah, when I was a The rest aloof are the Dardanian wives,
bachelor: I would not have given it for a wilderness With bleared visages, come forth to view
of monkies.

The issue of the exploit. Go, Hercules !
Tub. But Antonio is certainly undone.

Live thou, I live:-with much much more dismay
Shy. Nay, that's true, that's very true! Go, Tubal, I view the fight, than thou that mak’st the fray.
fee me an officer, bespeak him a fortnight before: I
will have the heart of him, if he forfeit"; for were he Music, whilst Bassario comments on the Caskets to
out of Venice, I can make what merchandise I will : go,

go, Tubal, and meet me at our synagogue; go, good

Tubal; at our synagogue, Tubal. (Exeunt.

1. Tell me, where is fancy bred,

Or in the heart, or in the head?
SCENE II.-Belmont. A room in Portia's house.

How begot, how nourished ?
Enter Bassanio, Portia, Gratiano, Nerissa, and Reply.
Attendants. The Caskets are set out.

2. It is engender'd in the eyes,
Por. I pray you, tarry, pause a day or two,
hazard; for, in choosing wrong,

With gazing fed; and fancy dies

In the cradle where it lies.
I lose your company; therefore forbear a while!

Let us all ring fancy's knell;
There's something tells me, (but it is not love,)
I would not lose yon; and you know yourself,

I'll begin it, - Ding dong, bell.

Hate counsels not in such a quality:

Ding, dong, bell.
Butlest you should not understand me well,

Bass.So may the outward shows be least themselves;
(And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought,) The world is still deceiv'd with ornament.
I would detain you here some month or two,

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,
Before you venture for me. I could teach you, But, being season'd with a gracious voice,
How to choose right, but then I am forsworn; Obscures the show of evil? In religion,
So will I never be: so may you miss me:

What damned error, but some sober brow
But if you do, you'll make me wish a sin,

Will bless it, and approve it with a text,
That I had been forsworn. Beshrew your eyes, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
They have o'er-look'd me, and divided me;

There is no vice so simple, but assumes
One half of me is yours, the other half yours, Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false,
And so all yours: 0! these naughty times

As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
Put bars between the owners and their rights; The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars;
And so, though yours, not yours.-Prove it so,

Who, inward search’d, havelivers white as milk?
Let fortune go to hell for it, -not I.

And these assume but valour's excrement,
I speak too long; but'tis to peize the time;

To render them reduubted. Look on beauty,
Toeke it, and to draw it out in length,

And you shall see'tis purchas'd by the weight;
To stay you from election.

Which therein works a miracle in nature,
Bass. Let me choose;

Making them lightest that wear most of it:
For, as I am, I live upon the rack.

So are those crisped svaky golden locks,
Por. Upon the rack, Bassanio? then confess,

Which make such wanton gambols with the wind,
What treason there is mingled with your love.

Upon supposed fairness, often known
Bass. None, but that ugly treason of mistrust, To be the dowry of a second head,

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Myself, and what is mine, to you and yours Thus ornamentis but the guiled shore

Is now converted: but now I was the lord To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf Of this fair mansion, master of my servants, Veiling an Indian beauty; in a word,

Queen o'er myself; and even now, but now,
The seeming truth which cunning times put on

This house, these servants, and this same myself,
To entrap the wisest. Therefore, thou gaudy gold, Are yours, my lord; I give them with this ring;
Hard food for Midas, I will none of thee:
Which when you part from, lose, or give away,

Nornone of thee, thou pale and common dridge Let it presage the ruin of your love,
"Tween man and inan: but thou, thou meagielead, And be my’vantage to exclaim on you.
Which rather threat'nest, than dost promise aught. Bass. Madam, you have bereft me ofall words,
Thy plaiuness moves me more thau eloquence, Only my blood speaks to you in my


Sale. And herechoosel: joy be the consequence!

And there is such confusion in my powers,
Por. How all the other passions fleet to air,
As, after some oration fairly spoke

T As doubtful thoughts, aud rash-embrac'd despair, By a beloved prince, theredoth

appear And shudd'ring fear, and green-ey'd jealousy. Among the buzzing pleased multitude; O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy,

Where every something, being blent together,
In measure rain thyjoy, scant this excess;
Turns to a wild of nothing, save of joy,

van I feel too much thy blessing, make it less,

Express'd, and not express'd. But when this ring
For fear I surfeit!
Parts from this finger, then parts life from hence;

and) Bass. What fiud I here? (Opening the leaden casket. O, then be bold to say, Bassanio's dead.

That Fair Portia's counterfeit? What demi-god Ner. My lord and lady, it is now our time,

Bar Hath come so near creation! Move these eyes? That have stood by, and seen our wishes prosper,

Fere Or whether, riding ou the balls of mine, To cry, good joy, good joy, my lord and lady!

Thal Seem they in motion? Here are sever'd lips, Gra: My lord Bassanio, and mny gentle lady,

Wh Parted with sugar breath; so sweet a bar I wish you all the joy that you can wish;

lire Should sunder such sweet friends. Here in her hairs For I am sure, you can wishi none from me:

Ran The painter plays the spider; und hath woven And, when your honours mean to solemnice A golden mesh to entrap the hearts ofmen, The bargain of your faith, I do beseech you,

Rat Faster than guats in cobwebs. But her eyes, Even at that time I may be married too.

HO How could he see to do them? having made one, Bass. With all my heart, so thou canst get a wife. Wy Metlinks, it should have power to steal both his, Gra. I thank your lordship; you have got me one.

TI And leave itself'unfurnish'd. Yet look, how far My eyes, my lord, can look as swift as yours :

I. The substance of my praise doth wrong this shadow You saw the mistress, I beheld the maid;

E In underprizing it, so far this shadow You lov’d, I lov'd; for intermission

T Dothlimp behind the substance.—Here's the scroll, No more pertains to me, my lord, than you.

T The contiuent and summary of my fortune.

Your fortune stood upon the caskets there;
And so did mine too, as the matter falls:

1 You that cho ose not by the view,

For wooing here, until I sweat again;
Chance as fair, and choose as true!
And swearing, till my very roof was dry

Since this fortune falls to you,
With oaths of love; at last,-if promise last, -

Be content, and seek no new!

I got a promise of this fair one here,
If you be well pleas’d with this,

To have her love, provided that your fortune
And hold your fortune for your bliss,

Achiev'd her mistress.
Turn you where your lady is

Por. Is this true, Nerissa?
And claim her with a loving kiss.

Ner. Madam, it is, so you stand pleas'd withal.
A gentle scroll;--fair lady, by your leave;[Kissing her. Bass. And do you, Gratiano, mean good faith?
I come by note, to give, and to receive.

Gra. Yes, 'faith, my lord. Like one of two contending in a prize,

Bass, Our feast shall be much honoured in your marThat thinks he hath done well in people's eyes, riage. Hearing applause, and universal shout,

Gra. We'll play with them, the first boy for a thouGiday in spirit, still gazing, in a doubt

sand ducats, Whether those peals of praise be his or no;

Ner. What, and stake down?
So, thrice fairlady, stands, even so;

Gra. No; we shall ne'er win at that sport, and stake
As doubtful whether, what I see be true,

Until confirm’d, sign’d, ratified by you.

But who comes here? Lorenzo, and his infidel?
Por. You see me, lord Bassanio, where I stand, What, my old Venetian friend, Salerio?
Such as I am: though, for myself alone,
I would not be ambitious in my wish,

Enter Lorenzo, Jessica, and Salerio.
To wish myselt much better; yet, for you,

Bass. Lorenzo, and Salerio, welcome hither;
I would be trebled twenty times myself';

If that the youth of ray new interest here
A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times Have power to bid you welcome. —By your leave,
More rich:

I bid my very friends and countrymen,
That only to stand high on your account,

Sweet Portia, welcome.
I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends,

Por. So dol, my lord;
Exceed account: but the full sum of me

They are entirely welcome.
Is sum of something; which, to termin gross, Lor. I thank your honour. -For my part, my lord,
Is an unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractis'd: My purpose was not to have seen you here;
Happy in this, she is not yet so old

But meeting with Salerio by the way,
But she may learn; and happier than this,

He did entreat me, past all saying nay,
She is not bred so dull but she can learn;

To come with him along.
Happiest of all, is, that her gentle spirit

Sale. I did, my lord,
Commits itself to yours to be directed,

And I have reason for it. Signior Antonio
As from her lord, her governor, her king.

Commends him to you.


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