Shy. To bait Fish withal. If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my Revenge; he hath difgrac'd me, and hindred me half a Million, laught at my Loffes, mokt at my Gains, fcorn'd my Nation, thwarted my Bargains, cool'd my Friends, heated mine Enemies; and what's the Reafon? I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew Eyes? hath not a Jew Hands, Organs, Dimenfions, Senfes, Affections, Paffions? Fed with the fame Food, hurt with the fame Weapons, fubject to the fame Difeafes, heal'd by the fame Means, warm'd and cool'd by the fame Winter and a Summer as a Chriftian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle' us, do we not laugh? if you poifon us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, fhall we not revenge? if we are like you in the reft, we will refemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Chriftian, what is his Humility? Revenge. If a Chriftian wrong a Jew, what should his Sufferance be by a Chriftian Example? Why Revenge. The Villany you teach me I will execute, and it fhall go hard but I will better the Inftructi

on.

Enter a Servant from Anthonio.

Ser. Gentlemen, my Mafter Anthonio is at his Houfe, and defires to speak with you both.

Sal. We have been up and down to feek him.

Enter Tuball.

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 Tuball, what News from Genona?, Halt 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 thoufand Ducats in Frank ford; the Curfe never fell upon our Nation 'till now, I never felt it till now; two thoufand Ducats in that, and other precious, precious Jewels. I would my Daughter were dead at my Foot, and the Jewels in her Ear; would fhe were hearft at my Foot, and the Ducats in her Coffin; No News of them; why fo? and I know not how much is spent in the Search: why then Loss upon Lofs, the Thief gone with fo much, and fo much to

find the Thief, and no Satisfaction, no Revenge, nor no ill Luck ftirring, but what lights a my Shoulders, no Sighs but a my breathing, no Tears but a my fhedding.

Tub. Yea, other Men have ill Luck too; Anthonio, as I heard in Genoud

lis.

Shy. What, what, ill Luck, ill Luck?

Tab. Hath an Argofie caft away, coming from Tripo

Shy. I thank God, I thank God; is it true? is it true?

Tub. I spoke with some of the Sailors that escap'd the Wrack.

Shy. I thank thee good Tuball; good News, good News; ha, ha, where in Genoua?

Tub. Your Daughter spent in Genoua, as I heard, one Night fourscore Ducats.

Shy. Thou ftick'ft a Dagger in me; I fhall never fee my Gold again; fourscore Ducats at a Sitting, fourfcore Du

cats!

Tub. There came divers of Anthonio's Creditors in my Company to Venice, that wear 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, Tuball; it was my Turquoise, 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; go, Tuball, fee me an Officer, befpeak him a Fortnight before, I will have the Heart of him, if he forfeit; for were he out of Venice, I can make what Merchandize I will: Go, Tuball, and meet me at our Synagogue; go, good Tuball, at our Synagogue, Tuball, [Exeunt.

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SCENE II. Belmont.

Enter Baffanio, Portia, Gratiano, and Attendants.
The Caskets are fet out.

Por. I pray you tarry, pause a Day or two
Before you hazard; for in chufing wrong
I lofe your Company; therefore forbear a while,
There's fomething tells me, but it is not Love,
I would not lofe you, and you know your felf,

Hate counfels not in fuch a Quality.

But left you should not understand me well,
And yet a Maiden hath no Tongue but Thought,
I would detain you here fome Month or two,
Before you venture for me. I could teach you
How to chufe right, but then I am forfworn;
So will I never be, fo may you miss me;
But if you do, you'll make me with a Sin,
That I had been forfworn. Befhrew your Eyes,
They have o'er-look'd me, and divided me;
One half of me is yours, the other half

Mine own, I would fay: But firft mine, then yours;
And fo all yours. O these naughty Times
Puts Bars between the Owners and their Rights:
And fo tho' yours, not yours, prove it so,
Let Fortune go to Hell for it, not I.

I fpeak too long, but 'tis to poize the Time,
To eche it, and draw it out in Length,
To ftay you from Election.

Baff. Let me chufe:

For as I am I live upon the Rack.

Por. Upon the Rack, Baffanio, then confefs What Treafon is there mingled with your Love. Baff. None but that ugly Treafon of Miftruft, Which makes me fear the enjoying of my Love: There may as well be Amity and Life,

'Tween Snow and Fire, as Treafon and my Love.
Por. Ay, but I fear you fpeak upon the Rack,
Where Men enforced do fpeak any thing.

Baff. Promise me Life, and I'll confefs the Truth.
Por. Well then, confefs and live.

Baff.

Baff. Confefs and Love,

Had been the very Sum of my Confeffion.
O happy Torment, when my Torturer
Doth teach me Anfwers for Deliverance:
But let me to my Fortune and the Caskets.)
Por. Away then, I am lockt in one of them;
If
you do love me, you will find me out.
Neriffa, and the reft, ftand all aloof,

Let Mufick found while he doth make his Choice;
Then if he lofe, he makes a Swan-like end,
Fading in Mufick. That the Comparison
May stand more proper, my Eye fhall be the Stream
And watry Death-bed for him: He may win,
And what is Mufick then? Then Mufick is
Even as the Flourish, when true Subje&s bow
To a new crowned Monarch: Such it is,
As are thofe dulcet Sounds in break of Day,
That creep into the dreaming Bridegroom's Ear,
And fummon him to Marriage. Now he goes
With no less Prefence, but with much more Love
Than young Alcides, when he did redeem
The Virgin-tribute, paid by howling Troy
To the Sea-monfter: I ftand for Sacrifice;
The reft aloof are the Dardanian Wives,
With bleared Visages come forth to view
The Iffue of th' Exploit. Go Hercules,
Live thou, I live, with much, much more Difmay
I view the Fight, than thou that mak'ft the Fray.

.

[Mufick within. A Song whilft Baffanio comments on the Caskets to himself.

Tell me where is Fancy bred,

Or in the Heart, or in the Head:
How begot, how nourished?
It is engendred in the Eyes,
With Gazing fed, and Fancy dies
In the Cradle where it lyes:
Let us all ring Fancy's Knell,
I'll begin it.

Ding, dong, Bell.

All. Ding, dong, Bell.

Ball.

Boff. So may the outward Shows be leaft themfelves.

The World is ftill deceiv'd with Ornament.

In Law what Plea fo tainted and corrupt,
But being feafon'd with a gracious Voice,
Obfcures the Show of Evil? In Religion
What damned Error, but fome fober Brow
Will blefs it, and approve it with a Text,
Hiding the Groffnefs with fair Ornament?
There is no Vice fo fimple, but affumes
Some Mark of Virtue on his outward Parts;
How many Cowards, whofe Hearts are all as falfe
As Stairs of Sand, wear yet upon their Chins
The Beards of Hercules and frowning Mars?
Who inward fearcht, have Livers white as Milk
And these affume but Valour's Excrement,
To render them redoubted. Look on Beauty,
And you shall fee 'tis purchas'd by the Weight,
Which therein works a Miracle in Nature,
Making them lighteft that wear most of it:
So are thofe crifped fnaky golden Locks
Which makes fuch wanton Gambols with the Wind
Upon fuppofed Fairness, often known

To be the dowry of a fecond Head;

The Scull that bred them in the Sepulcher.
Thus Ornament is but the gilded Shore
To a most dangerous Sea; the beauteous Scarf
Veiling an Indian Beauty; in a Word,

The feeming Truth which cunning Times put on
To entrap the Wifeft. Therefore, thou gaudy Gold,
Hard Food for Midas, I will none of thee,
Nor none of thee, thou pale and common Drudge
'Tween Man and Man; but thou, thou meager Lead,
Which rather threatneft than doft promife ought;
Thy Palenefs moves me more than Eloquence,
And here chuse I, Joy be the Confequence.
Por. How all the other Paffions fleet to Air,
As doubtful. Thoughts, and rafh embrac'd Despair,
And fhnddring Fear, and green-ey'd Jealoufie.
O Love be moderate, allay thy Extafie;
In measure rain thy Joy, fernt this Excefs,
I feel too much thy Bleffing, make it lefs,

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