Imatges de pÓgina

many a tall ship lie bury'd, as they say, if my gossip Repure be an honest woman of her word.

Sola. I would she were as lying a gossip in that, as ever knapt ginger; or made her neighbours believe, the wept for the death of a third husband.

But it is true, without any flips of prolixity, or crossing the plain high-way of talk, that the good Anthonio, the honeft Anthoniem O that I had a title good enough to keep his name company!

Sal. Come, the full stop.

Sola. Ha, what fay'it thou? why, the end is, he hath Loft a ship.

Sal. I would it might prove the end of his losses.

Sola. Let me say Amen betimes, left the devil cross thy prayer, (10) for here he comes in the likeness of a 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.

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

Scla. 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


Shy. 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 rhenih:


left the Devil cross my Prager.] But the Prayer was Sałanio's. The other only, as Clerk, says Amen to it. We must therefore read thy Prayer.

Mr. Wurturton


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but tell us, do you hear, whether Anthonio have had any lofs at sea or no?

Shy. There I have another bad match ; a bankrupt, a prodigal, who dares scarce Mew his head on the Ryalto; a beggar, that us'd to come so smug 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 money

for a christian couit.fy: let him look to his bond.

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

Shy. To bait fish withal. If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge ; he hath disgracid me, and hioder’d me of half a million, laught at my losses, 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 few. Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a jow bands, organs, dimençons, fenles, aflections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, heal'd by the same means, warm’d and coold 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, fall we not revenge? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong, a christian, wbat is his humility ? Revenge. If a christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by chriftian example: why, Revenge. The villainy, you teach me, I will execute; and it Thall 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

boch. Sal. We have been up and down to seek him.

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

[Exeunt Sala. and Solar.


Sby. How now, Tubal, what news from Genoa ? haft 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 thousand ducats in Frankfort! the curse never fell upon our nation 'till now, I never felt it 'till now; two thousand ducats in that, and other precious, precious jewels ! I would, my daughter were dead at my foot, and the jewels in her ear: 0, would he were hers'd at my foot, and the ducats in her coffin. No news of them; why, so! and I know not what's spent in the search : why, thou loss upon loss! the thief gone with so much, and so much to find the thief; and no satisfaction, no revenge, nor no ill luck ftirring, buc what lights o' my shoulders ; no fighs but o’ my

breath. ing, no tears but o' my fheduing.

Tub. Yes, other men have ill luck too; Anthonio, as I heard in Gengao

Sby. What, what, what ? ill luck, ill luck ?

Tub. Hath an Argofie cast away, coming from Tripolis,

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

Tub. I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped the wreck.

Sby: I thank thee, good Tubal ; good news, good newg; ha, ha, where? in Genoa ?

Tub. Your daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, one night, fourscore ducats.

Shy. Thou stick'it a dagger in me; I mall never see my gold again ; fourscore ducats at a fitting, fourscore ducats !

Tub. There came divers of Anthonio's creditors in my company to Venice, that swear he cannot chuse 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 shew'd me a ring, that he had of your daughter for a monkey.




Shy. Out upon her! thou tortureft me, Tubal ; je was my Turquoise, I had it of Leah when I was a bachelor ; I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkics.

Tub. But Anthonio is certainly undone.

Shy. Nay, that's true, that's very true; go fee me an officer, bespeak 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, go, Tubal, and meet me at our fynagogue; go, good Tubal; at our fynogogue, Tubal.


SCENE changes to B EL MONT.

Enter Baffanio, Portia, Gratiano, and attendants.

The Caskets are set out.



Before you hazard; for in chafing wrong
I lose your company; therefore, forbear a while.
There's fomething tells me (but it is not love)
I would not lose you; and you know yourself,
Hate counsels not in such a quality:
But left


should not understand me well,
And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought,
I would detain you here some month or two,
Before you venture for me.

I could teach you
How to chufe right, but I am then forsworn :
So will I never be ; so you may miss me ;
But if you do, you'll make we wish a fin,
That I had been forsworn. Beshrew your eyes,
They have o'erlook'd me, and divided me ;
One half of me is yours, the other half yours,
Mine own, I would say: but if mine, then yours ;
And so all yours. Alas! these naughty times
Put bars between the owners and their rights :
And so tho' yours, not yours, prove it fo,
Let fortune go to hell for it, not I.
I speak too long, but 'tis to piece the time,
To eche it, and to draw it out in length,



To stay you from election.

Bal. Let me chuse :
For as I am, I live upon the rack,

Por. Upon the rack, Bassanio ? then confess,
What treason there is mingled with your love.

Bal None, but that ugly treason of mistrust,
Which makes me fear th' enjoying of my love :
There may as well be amity and life
'Tween snow and fire, as treason and my love.

Por. Ay, but, I fear, you speak upon the rack ;
Where men enforced do speak any thing.

Ball. Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth.
Por. Well then, confess and live.

Bal. Confess and love,
Had been the very sum of my confession.
O happy torment, when my torturer
Doth teach me answers 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.
Nerisa, and the rest, stand all aloof,
Let musick sound, while he doth make his choice;
Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end,
Fading in mufick. That the comparison
May stand more just, my eye shall be the stream
And wat’ry death-bed for him : he may win,
And what is musick then ? then musick is

as the flourish, when true subjects bow
To a new-crowned monarch: such it is,
As are those dulcet sounds in break of day,
That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's ear,
And summon him to marriage. Now he goes,
With no less presence, but with much more love,
Than young Alcides, when he did redeem
The virgin-tribute, paid by howling Troy
To the sea-monster: I stand for facrifice;
The rest aloof are the Dardanian wives,
With bleared visages come forth to view
The issue of the exploit. Go, Hercues !



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