Imatges de pÓgina

Sal. He came too late, the ship was under fail;
But there the Duke was giv'n to understand,
I hat in a Gondola were seen together
Lorenzo and his am'rous Jeffica:
Besides, Anthonio certify'd the Dake,
They were not with Bassanio in his ship.

Sola. I never heard a pallion so confus'd,
So ftrange, outrageous, and fo 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 !
Juftice, the law, my ducats, and my daughter!
A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats,
Of double ducats, ftoll'n from me by my daughter!
And jewels, two ftones, rich and precious stones,
Stoll'n by my daughter! juflice! 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 Anthonio 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 feas, that part
The French and English, there miscarried
A vessel of our country richly fraught:
I thought upon Anthonio, when he told me,
And with’d in silence, that it were not his.
Sola. You were best to tell Anthonio what


hear, Yet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him.

Sal. A kinder Gentleman treads not the earth.
I faw Bassanio and Anthonio part.
Bafanio told him, he would make some speed
Of his return: he answer'd, do not so,
Slubber noc business for my fake, Bafanio.
But stay the very riping of the time;
And for the Jeru's bond, which he hath of me,
Let it not enter in your mind of love:
Be merry, and employ your chiefeit thoughts
To courtship, and such fair oitents of love,


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As shall conveniently become you there.
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 Bassanio'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 embraced heaviness
With some delight or other.
Sal. Do'we fo.


SCENE changes to BELMONT.


Enter Neriffa with a Servant. Ner.

Uick, quick, I pray thee, draw the curtain strait;

The Prince of Arragon has ta’en his oath,
And comes to his election presently.
Enter Arragón, his train, Portia.

Flo. Cornéts.
I be Caskets are discover'd.
Por. Behold, there stand the caskets, noble Prince ;
If you chuse that, wherein I am contain'd,
Strait shall our nuptial rites be solemniz'd :
But if you fail, without more speech, my lord,
You must be


from hence immediately.
Ar. I am enjoin'd by oath t'observe three things ;
First, never to unfold to any one
Which casket 'twas I chose; next, if I fail
Of the right cafe never in


life To woo a maid in way of marriage : Latt, 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 he hath.
You shall look fairer, ere I give or hazard.
What says the golden cheft ? ha, let me fee;



Who chuseth me, hall gain what many men de fire.
What many men desire- that may be meant
Of the fool-multitude, that chufe 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 defire,
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 dost bear?
Who chuseth me, shall 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!
How many then should cover, that stand bare ?

be commanded, that command ? How much low peasantry would then be glean'd From the true feed of honour? how much honour (8) Pickt from the chaff and ruin of the times, To be new varnish'd ? well, but to my choice : Who chuseth me, shall get as much as he deserves :


kow much honour Picked fi om the Chaff and Ruin of the Times,

To be nerv varnish’d.] Mr. Warburton very justly observed to me upon the Conclusion and Disagreement of the Metapbors here ; and is of Opinion, that Skakespeare might hare wrote;

To be new vanned.i. e. winnowed, pursed: 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, as he cbserves, restores the Metaphor to its Integrity: and our Poct frequently uses the same Thought. But as Shakespeare is so loose and licentious in the blending of different Metaphors, I have not ventured to disturb the Text,

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 filver casket.
Ar. What's here! the portrait of a blinking ideot,
Presenting me a schedule? I will read it.
How much unlike art thou to Portia?
How much unlike my hopes and my deservings?
Who chuseth me, shall have 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;
Sev'n times tried that judgment is,
That did never chuse amiss.
Some there be that shadows kiss;
Such have but a shadow's bliss :
There be fools alive, I wis,
Silver'd o'er, and so was this :
Take what wife you will to bed,
I will be


So be gone, Sir, you are sped.
Ar. Still more fool I shall

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 fing'd the moth:
O these deliberate fools ! when they do chuse,
They have the wisdom by their wit to lose.

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

Enter a Servant.
Serv. Where is my lady?



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Por. Here, what would my lord ?

Serv. Madam, there is alighted at your gate

young Venetian, one that comes before
To signify th' approaching of his lord,
From whom he bringeth sensible regreets ;
To wit, besides commends and courteous breath,
Gifts of rich value ; yet, I have not seen
So likely an embassador of love.
A day in April never came so sweet,
To show how costly summer was at hand,
As this fore-fourrer comes before his lord.
Por. No



pray thee; I am half afraid,
Thou'lt say anon, he is some kin to thee;
Thou spend 'ft such high-day wit in praising him :
Come, come, Nerisa, for I long to see
Quick Cupid's post, that comes to mannerly.
Ner. Bafanio, lord Love, if thy will it be! (9)



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Enter Salanio and Solarino.

Ow, what news on the

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 carcasses of


(9) Bafanio, Lord, love, if] Mr. Pope, and all the preceding Editors have followed this Poin ing; as iniayining, I sup; ofe, that Bufanio lord means, Lord Bajunio; but Lurd must be coupled to wove: as if she had said, “ Imperial Love, if it te thy Will, lec “ it be Bafanio whom this Messenger fore-runs."



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