Imatges de pÓgina


How many then should cover, that stand bare
How many be commanded, that command ?
How much low peasantry would then be gleaned
From the true feed of honour? - how much honour
Pickt from the chaff and ruin of the times,
To be new vanned? well, but to my choice:
Who chuseth me, fall get as much as he deserves :
I will assume desert; give me a key for this,
And instantly unlock my fortunes here.
Por. Too long a pause for that which you find there.

[Unlocking the silver casket.
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?
Who chufes me, shall bave as much as he deserves.
Did I deserve no more than a fool's head?
Is that my prize? are my deserts no better?

. Por. To offend, and judge, are distinct offices, And of opposed natures.

Ar. What is here?


The fire sev’n times tried this;
Sevn times tried that judgment is,
That did never chuse amiss.
Some there be, that shadows kiss ;
Such have but a padow's bliss :

how much honour
Pickt from the chaff and ruin of the times,

To be new varnish'd?] This confusion and mixture of the metaphors, makes me think that Shakespear wrote,

To be new vanned. i. e. winnowd, purged: from the French word, vanner ; which is derived from the Latin Vannus, ventilabrum, the fann used for winnowing the chaff from the corn. This alteration restores the metaphor to its integrity: and our poet frequently uses the same thought. So in the ad part of Henry IV.

We shall be winnowd with fo rough a wind,
That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff.


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There be fools alive, I wis,
Silver'd o'er, and so was this:
Take what wife you will to bed,
I will ever be


So be gone, Sir, you are sped.
Ar. Ştill more fool I shall appear,
By the time I linger here.
With one fool's head I came to woo,
But I go away with two.
Sweet, adieu ! I'll keep my oath,
Patiently to bear my wrath.

Por. Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth:
O these deliberate fools! when they do chuse,
They have the wisdorn by their wit to lose.

Ner. The ancient saying is no herely,
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.
Por. Come, draw the curtain, Nerisa.

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 th' approaching of his lord,
From whom be 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 fo 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 afraid,
Thou’lt fay anon, he is some kin to thee;
Thou spend'ft such high-day wit in praising him:


Come, come, Neriffa, for I long to see
Quick Cupid's post, that comes so mannerly.
Ner. Bassanio, lord Love, if thy will it be!




A Street in VENICE.

Enter Salanio and Solarino.


TOW, what news on the Ryalto ?

Sal. Why, yet it lives there uncheckt, that Anthonio hath a ship of rich lading wreckt on the narrow seas ; the Godwins, I think, they call the place; a very dangerous flat and fatal, where the car. cases of many a tall ship lye bury'd, as they say, if my. gossip Report be an honest woman of her word.

Sola. I would she were as lying a gossip in chat, as ever knapt ginger; or made her neighbours believe, she wept for the death of a third husband. But it is true, without any nips of prolixity, or crossing the plain high-way of talk, that the good Anthonio, the honest Anthonio that I had a title good enough to keep his name company!

Sal. Come, the full stop.

Sola. Ha, what say'st thou? why, the end is, he hath lost a ship.

Sal. I would it might prove the end of his loffes,

Sola. Let me say Amen becimes, 'left the devil cross thy prayer, for here he comes in the likeness of a

i lep the devil cross my prayer.) But the prayer was Salanio's, We therefore must read thy prayer.


Jew. How now, Shylock, what news among the merchants ?

Enter Shylock. Shy. You knew (none so well, none so well as you) of my daughter's flight.

Sal. That's certain ; I, for my part, knew the taylor that made the wings she 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.

Sby. She is damn’d for it.
Sal. That's certain, if the devil may be her judge.
Shy. My own flesh and blood to rebel !
Sola. Out upon it, old carrion, rebels it at these years?
Sby. I say, 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: but tell us, do you hear, whether Anthonio have had any loss at sea or no?

Shy. There I have another bad match; "a bankrupt, for a prodigal, who dares scarce shew his head on the Ryalto; a beggar, that us'd to come so sinug 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 mony for a christian courtelie; let him look to his bond,

2 A bankrupt, a prodigal,] This is spoke of Antonio. But why a prodigal ? his friend Bafanio indeed had been too liberal ; and with this name the few honours him when he is going to sup with him.

P'll go in hate to feed upon

The prodigal christian But Antonio was a plain, reserved, parfimonious merchant, be assured therefore we should read, — A bankrupt for a prodigal, i. e. he is becoine bankrupt by supplying the extravagancies of his friend Balania,


Sal. Why, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his flesh: what's that good for?

Sby. 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, coold my friends, heated mine enemies"; and what's his reason? I am a Jewe. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimenfions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the fame diseases, 3 heald by the fame means, warm’d and cool'd 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 a christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a christian wrong a few, what should his fufferance be by christian example? why, Revenge. The Villany, you teach me, I will execute; and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.

Enter a Servant from Anthonio. Serv. Gentlemen, my master Anthonio is at his house, and desires to speak with you both. Sal. We have been up and down to seek him.

Enter Tubal. Sola. Here comes another of the tribe; a third cannot be match'd unless the devil himself turn Jew.

(Exeunt Sala. and Solar. Sby. How now, Tubal, what news from Gendua haft thou found my daughter?

3 heard by the fame means,] I should believe, that ShakeSpear wrote MEDICINES,


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