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to, be had a kind of taste; well, my conscience says, Launcelot, budge not; budge, says the Bend; budge not, says my conscience: Conscience, says I, you counsel well; fiend, says I, you counsel well to be ruled by my conscience, IE should stay with the Jew my master, who, (God bless the mark !) is a kind of devil; and to run t away from the Jew, I should be ruled by the b fiend, who, saving your reverence, is the devil himself; Certainly, the Jew is the very devil g incarnation; and, in my conscience, my con- t science is but a kind of hard conscience, to offer b to counsel me to stay with the Jew: The fiend gives the more friendly counsel: I will run, t fiend; my heels are at your commandment, I a will run.
Gob. Of Launcelot, an't please your master-sh ship.
Gob. Alack the day, I know you not, young gentleman: but, I pray you, tell ine, is my boy, (God rest his soul!) alive, or dead?
Laun. Ergo, master Launcelot; talk not of Je master Launcelot, father; for the young gentle- my man (acccording to fates and destinies, and such un odd saying, the sisters three, and such branches of learning,) is, indeed, deceased; or, as you wo would say, in plain terms, gone to heaven. is,
Gob. Marry, God forbid ! the boy was the very staff of my age, my very prop.
Laun. Do I look like a cudgel, or a hovel-old post, a staff, or a prop ?-Do you know me, fa- yet ther?
Laun. Do you not know me, father?
Gob. Alack, Sir, I am sand-blind, I know you
Laun. Nay, indeed, if you had your eyes, you And might fail of the knowing me: it is a wise father, To that knows his own child. Well, old man, I will The tell you news of your son: Give me your blessing truth will come to light; murder cannot be bety hid long, a man's son may; but, in the end, have truth will out. B
Gob. Pray you, Sir, stand up; I am sure, you are not Launcelot, my boy.
Laun. Pray you, let's have no more fooling My about it, but give me your blessing; I am Launcelot, your boy that was, your son that is, your Mor child that shall be.
Gob. I cannot think, you are my son.
Laun. I know not what I shall think of that : || Loc
a fairer table, which doth offer to swear upon a book.-I shall have good fortune; Go to, here's a simple line of life! here's a small trifle of wives: Alas! fifteen wives is nothing; eleven widows, and nine maids, is a simple coming-in for one man: and then, to 'scape drowning thrice; and to be in peril of my life with the edge of a feather-bed ;-here are simple 'scapes! Well, if fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.-Father, come; I'll take my leave of the Jew in the twinkling of an eye.
[Exeunt LAUNCELOT and old GOBRO. Bass. I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on this:
These things being bought, and orderly bestow'd,
Return in haste, for I do feast to-night
Enter GRATIANO. Gra. Where is your master? Leon. Youder, Sir, he walks.
Gra. Signior Bassanio,-Bass. Gratiano!
Laun. Adieu !-tears exhibit my tongue.— Most beautiful pagan, most sweet Jew! If a Christian do not play the knave, and get thee, I am much deceived; But, adieu! these foolish drops do somewhat drown my manly spirit; [Exit. adieu !
Gra. I have a suit to you.
Gra. You must not deny me; I must go with you to Belmont.
Bass. Why, then you must;-But hear thee, Gratiano;
Jes. Farewell, good Launcelot.-
Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice;-
Something too liberal: +-pray thee, take pains
I be misconstrued in the place I go to,
Gra. Signior Bassanio, hear me :
Bass. No, that were pity:
I would entreat you rather to put on
Gra. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest; But we will visit you at supper-time. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same.-A Room in SHYLOCK's House.
SCENE IV.-The same.-A street.
Lor. Nay, we will sink away in supper-time;
• The chiromatic term for the lines of the hand. + Too gross
1 Show of staid or serious demeanour. Deportment.
Gra. We have not made good preparation. Sular. We have not spoke us yet of torchbearers.
Salan. 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly
And better, in my mind, not undertook.
Enter LAUNCELOT, with a letter.
Laun. An it shall please you to break up this, it shall seem to signify.
Lor. I know the hand: in faith, 'tis a fair hand;
And whiter than the paper it writ on,
Gra. Love-news, in faith.
Laun. By your leave, Sir.
Laun. Marry, Sir, to bid my old master the
Lor. Hold here, take this :-tell gentle Jessica,
Enter JESSICA and LAUNCELOT. Jes. I am sorry thou wilt leave my father so; Our house is hell, and thou, a merry devil, Didst rob it of some taste of tediousness: But fare thee well; there is a ducat for thee. And, Launcelot, soon at supper shalt thou see Lorenzo, who is thy new master's guest: Give him this letter; do it secretly, And so farewell; I would not have my father See me talk with thee.
I will not fail her ;-speak it privately; go.-
Salar. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it
Salan. And so will I.
Lor. Meet me, and Gratiano,
At Gratiano's lodging some hour bence. Salar. 'Tis good we do so.
[Exeunt SALAR. and SALAN. Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica ? Lor. I must needs tell thee all: she bath
How I shall take her from her father's house;
[Exeunt. SCENE V.-The same-Before SHYLOCK'S House.
Enter SHYLOCK and LAUNCELOT.
Shy. Well thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be
The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio :-
With that keen appetite that be sits down?
The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,
Jes. Call you? what is your will?
I am not bid for love; they flatter me;
Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long
Laun. I beseech you, Sir, go; my young mas-Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait; ter doth expect your reproach. When you shall please to play the thieves for Shy. So do I bis. wives,
watch as long for you then.-Approach; Here dwells my father Jew: Ho! who's within.
Laun. And they have conspired together,-II'll will not say, you shall see a masque; but if you do, then it was not for nothing that my nose fell a bleeding on Black-Monday last, + at six o'clock i'the morning, falling out that year on Ash-Wednesday was four year in the after
Laun. Why, Jessica!
Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me, I could do nothing without bidding.
Shy. What are there masques? Hear you me,
Look up my doors; and when you hear the
And the vile squeaking of the wry-neck'd fife,
Salar. Oh! ten times faster Venns' pigeons fly To seal love's bonds new made, than they are wont,
Salar. Here comes Lorenzo ;-more of this hereafter.
Enter JESSICA above, in boy's clothes.
Jes. Who are you? Tell me, for more cer
Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue.
Jes. Lorenzo, certain; and my love, indeed;
Jes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the
am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me,
Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-
Jes. What, must I hold a cradle to my shames ? They in themselves, good south, are too ide
+ Easter Monday: so called from Edward III. losing large part of his army (then besieging Paris) by celd the day was very dark and misty.
And I should be obscur'd.
Ant. Who's there?
Gra. Signior Antonio?
Ant. Fie, fie, Gratiano! where are all the rest?
To keep obliged faith unforfeited!
Gra. That ever bolds: Who rises from a Tis nine o'clock; our friends all stay for you :
No masque to-night; the wind is come about,
I have sent twenty out to seek for you.
• Decorated with fings.
Than to be under sail, and goue to-night.
Gra. I am glad on't; I desire no more de- | Lies all within.-Deliver me the key;
SCENE VII.-Belmont.-A Room in PORTIA'S
I will survey the inscriptions back again :
This casket threatens Men, that hazard all,
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross;
As much as he deserves? Pause there, Morocco,
Why, that's the lady; all the world desires her:
Is't like, that lead contains her? 'Twere dam-
To think so base a thought; it were too gross
A coin, that bears the figure of an angel
[He unlocks the golden casket.
Then, farewell, heat; and welcome, frost.
[Exit. Por. A gentle riddance:--Draw the curtains, go;
Let all of his complexion choose me so.
[Exeunt. SCENE VIII.-Venice.-A Street.
Enter SALARINO and SALANIO.
A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats, [ter!
Salar. Marry, well remember'd :
I reason'd with a Frenchman yesterday;
Yet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him.
Salar. A kinder gentleman treads not the
in But stay the very riping of the time;
Justice! the law ! my ducats, and my daugh
• Conversed. carelessly.
† To slubber, is to do a thing
To courtship, and such fair ostents of love 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 wondrous sensible,
He wrung Bassanio's hand, and so they parted.
Salar. Do we so. [Exeunt. SCENEIX-Belmont.-A Room in PORTIA'S
Enter NERISSA, with a Servant.
Ner. Quick, quick, I pray thee, draw the curtain straight;
The prince of Arragon bath ta'en his oath, And comes to his election presently.
Flourish of Cornets. Enter the PRINCE OF ARRAGON, PORTIA, and their Trains.
Por. Behold, there stand the caskets, noble prince:
If you choose that wherein I am contain'd, Straight shall our nuptial rites be solemniz'd; But if you fail, without more speech, my lord, You must be gone from hence immediately.
Ar. I am enjoin'd by oath to observe three First, never to unfold to any one [things: Which casket 'twas I chose; next, if I fail Of the right casket, never in my life To woo a maid in way of marriage; lastly, If I do fail in fortune of you choice, Immediately to leave you and be gone.
Por. To these injunctions every one doth
That comes to hazard for my worthless self. Ar. And so have I address'd me: Fortune [lead. To my heart's hope !-Gold, silver, and base Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath: You shall look fairer, ere 1 give, or hazard. What says the golden chest? ha! let me see : Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men [meant What many men desire. That many may be By the fool multitude, that choose by show, Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach; Which pries not to the anterior, but, like the martlet,
Builds in the weather on the outward wall.
And well said too: For who shall go about
Without the stamp of merit! Let none presume
Were not deriv'd corruptly! and that clear honour
Were purchas'd by the merit of the wearer!
Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times,
I will assume desert;-Give me a key for this,
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 may deserv ings?
Who chooseth me, shall have as much as he deserves.
Did I deserve no more than a fool's head!
The fire seven times tried this;
[Exeunt ARRAGON, and Train.
Ner. The ancient saying is no beresy ;— Hanging and wiving goes by destiny,
Por. Come, draw the curtain, Nerissa.
Enter a SERVANT.
Serv. Where is my lady?
Por. Here; what would my lord?
A young Venetian, one that comes before
Por. No more, I pray thee; I am half afeard, Thou wilt say anon, he is some kin to thee, Thou spend'st such high-day wit in praising bim.
Come, come, Nerissa; for I long to see
SCENE I.-Venice.-A Street.
Enter SALANIO and SALARINO. Salan. Now, what news on the Rialto f Salar. Why, yet it lives there uncheck ̋d, that Antonio hath a ship of rich lading wreck d on the narrow seas; the Goodwins, I think they call the place; a very dangerous flat, and fatal, where the carcases of many a tall ship live buried, as they say, if my gossip report be an honest woman of her word.
Salan. I would she were as lying a gossip in that, as ever knapp'd ginger, or made ber neighbours believe she wept for the death of a third husband: But it is true, without say slips of prolixity, or crossing the plain highway of talk,-that the good Antonio, the bonest Antonio,--O that I had a title good enough to keep his name company!