Imatges de pÓgina

Who chuseth me, must give and hazard all be bath.
Must give, for what? for lead ? hazard for lead ?
This casket threatens. Men, that hazard all,
Do it in hope of fair advantages :
A golden mind stoops not to Ihows of dross;
I'll then not give, nor hazard, aught for lead,
What says the silver, with her virgin hue?
Who chuseth me, shall get as much as he deserves.
As much as he deserves ? pause there, Morochiuss
And weigh thy value with an even hand.
If thou be'st rated by thy estimation,
Thou doft deserve enough; and yet enough
May not extend so far as to the lady ;
And yet to be afraid of my deserving,
Were but a weak disabling of my self.
As much as I deserve why, that's the lady:
I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes,
In graces, and in qualities of breeding:
But more than there, in love I do deserve.
What if I stray'd no farther, but chose here?
Let's see once more this saying grav'd in gold.
Who chuseth me, shall gain what many men defire.
Why, that's the lady; all the world desires her ;
From the four corners of the earth they come
To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing faint.
Th' Hyrcanian deserts, and the vastie wilds
Of wide Arabia, are as thorough-fares now,
For Princes to come view fair Portia.
The war'ry kingdom, whose ambitious head
Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar
To stop the foreign spirits; but they come,
As o'er a brook, to see fair Portia.
One of these three contains her heav'nly picture.
Is't like, that lead contains her ? 'twere damnation,
To think so base a thought: it were too gross
To rib her searcloth in the obscure grave.
Or ihall I think, in silver she's immur'd,


Being ten times undervalu'd to try'd gold?
O sinful thought, never so rich a gem
Was set in worse than gold! they have in England
A coin, that bears the figure of an angel
Stamped in gold, but that's insculpt upon:
But here an angel in a golden bed
Lyes all within. Deliver me the key;
Here do I chuse, and thrive I as I may !
Por. There take it, Prince, and if my form lye

Then I am yours.

[Unlocking the gold casket.
Mor. O hell! what have we here? a carrion death,
Within whose empty eye there is a fcrowl:
I'll read the writing,

All that glifters is not gold,
Often have you heard that told;
Many a man his life bath fold,
But my outside to behold.
Gilded wood may worms infold:
Had you been as wife as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgment old,
Your answer bad not been infcrold;

Fare you well, your suit is cold.
Mor. Cold, indeed, and labour loft:
Then farewel, heat; and welcome, frost:
Portia, adieu! I have too griev'd 2 heart
To take a tedious leave: thus losers part, [Exit.

Por. A gentle riddance : draw the curtains; goLet all of his complexion chuse me so. [Exeunt.


Changes to Venice.

Enter Solarino and Salanio.
Sal. Why, man, 1 faw Bafanio under fail;
With him is Gratiano gone alang;
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And in their ship, I'm sure, Lorenzo is not.

Sola. The villain Jew with outcries rais'd the Duke, Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship.

Sal. He came too late, the ship was under sail ;
But there the Duke was given to understand,
That in a Gondola were seen together
Lorenzo and his am'rous Jefica:
Besides, Anthonio certify'd the Duke,
They were not with Bassanio in his ship.

Sola. I never heard a passion so confus’d,
So strange, outrageous, and so variable,
As the dog Jew did utter in the streets ;
My daughter! O my ducats! O my daughter,
Fled with a christian? O my christian ducats!
Justice, the law, my ducats, and my daughter!
A sealed bag, two fealed bags of ducats,
Of double ducats, stoll'n from me by my daughter!
And jewels too, stones, rich and precious stones,
Stoll'n by my daughter! justice! find the girl ;
She hath the stones upon her, and the ducats.

Sal. Why, all the boys in Venice follow him, Crying his stones, his daughter, and his ducats.

Sola. Let good Antbonio look, he keep his day; Or he shall pay for this.

Sal. Marry, well remember'd.
I reason'd with a Frenchman yesterday,
Who told me, in the narrow seas, chat part
The French and English, there miscarried
A vessel of our country richly fraught:
I thought upon Anthonio, when he told me,
And wish'd in silence, that it were not his.

Sola. You were best to tell Anthonio what you hear, Yet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him.

Sal. A kinder Gentleman treads not the earth.
I saw Bassanio and Anthonio part.
Bafanio told him, he would make some speed
Of his return: he answer'd, do not fo,


Slubber not business for my fake, Basanio.
But stay the very riping of the time;
And for the Jew's bond, which he hath of me,
Let it not enter in your mind of love:
Be merry, and employ your chiefelt thoughts
To courtship, and such fair oftents of love,
As shall conveniently become you

And even there, his eye being big with tears,
Turning his face, he put his hand behind him,
And with affection wond'rous sensible
He wrung Basanio's hand, and so they parted.

Sola. I think, he only loves the world for him.
I pray thee, let us go and find him out,
And quicken his o embraced heaviness
With some delight or other.
Sal. Do we fo.

[Exeunt, S CE N E X.

Changes to Belmont.

Enter Neriffa with a Servant.

Ner.QUICK, quick, I pray thee, draw the cur

tain strait The Prince of Arragon has ta’en his oath, And comes to his election presently. Enter Arragon, bis train, Portia. Flor. Cornets

The Caskets are discover'd. Por. Behold, there stand the caskets, noble Prince ; If you chuse that, wherein I am contain'd,

9 — EMBRACED beaviness] This unmeaning epithet would

9 make me choose rather to read,

ENRACED heaviness, from the French enraciner, accrescere, invecerascere. So in Much ado about nothing,

I could not have owed her a more ROOTED love,
And again in Othello
With one of an INGRAFT infirmity.
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Strait shall our nuptial rites be folemniz'd:
But if you fail, without more speech, my lord,
You must be gone from hence immediately.

Ar. I am enjoin'd by oath t'obferve three things;
First, never to unfold to any one
Which casket 'twas I chofe; next, if I fail
Of the right casket, never in my

life To woo a maid in way of marriage : Laft, if I fail in fortune of my choice, Immediately to leave you and be gone.

Por. To these injunctions every one doth swear,
That comes to hazard for my worthless felf.

Ar. And so have I addrest me; fortune now
To my heart's hope! gold, silver, and base lead.
Who chuseth me, must give and hazard all be bath.
You shall look fairer, ere I give or hazard.
What says the golden chest? ha, let me see;
Wbo chuseth me, Mall gain what many men desire.
What many men desire that


be meant Of the fool-multitude, that chuse by show, Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach ; Which pry not to th' interior, but like the martlet Builds in the weather on the outward wall, Ev’n in the force and road of casualty. I will not chuse what many men desire, Because I will not jump with common spirits, And rank me with the barb'rous multitudes. Why then to thee, thou silver treasure-house: Tell me once more, what title thou doft bear. Who chuseth me, fall get as much as he deserves; And well said too, for who shall go about To cozen fortune, and be honourable Without the stamp of merit? let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity : O, that estates, degrees, and offices, Were not deriv'd corruptly, that clear honour Were purchas'd by the merit of the wearer!


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