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cases of many a tall ship lye bury'd, as they say, if my goslip Report be an honest woman of her word.

Sola. I would she were as lying a gosip 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 honest Anthonio O 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 loft a ship.

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

Sola, Let me say Āmen betimes, left the devil crol thy prayer, (10) for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew. How now, Shylock, what news among the mere chants?

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

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

Shy. 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 rhenish :.


(10) - left tbe Devil cross my Prayer.) But the Prayer was Salanio's. The other only, as Clerk, says Amen to it. We' muft therefore read -chy Prayer.

Mr. Warburton.


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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, a prodigal, who dares scarce fhew 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 mony for a christian courtesie; let him look to his bond.

Sal. Why, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt 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 disgrac'd me, and hinder'd me of half a million, laught at my lofles, mockt at my gains, scorn'd my nation, thwarted my bargains, coold my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the fame food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, heal'd by the same 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, Thall 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 chriftian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance 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. Ser. 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 can. not be match'd, unless the devil himself turn Jew.

[Exeunt Sala. and Solar.

Shy. Shy. How now, Tubal, what news from Genoua ? 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 thousand ducats in Frankfort! the curse never fell upon our nation 'till now, I never felt it ’till row ; 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 ; O, would she were hers'd at my foot, and the ducats in her coffin. No news of them; why, fo! 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 stirring, but what lights o' my shoulders ; no sighs but o'my breathing, no tears but o' my shedding.

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

Shy. What, what, what? ill luck, ill luck ?

Tub. Hath an Argosie cast away, coming from Tria polis.

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

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

Shy. I thank thee, good Tubal; good news, good news ; ha, ha, where in Genoua?

Tub. Your daughter fpent in Genoua, as I heard, one night, fourscore ducats.

Shy. Thou stick it a dagger in me; I shall never fee 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 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 thew'd me a ring, that he had of your daughter for a monky.


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Shy. Out upon her! thou torturest me, Tubal; 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 fee me an officer, bespeak him a fortnight before. will have the heart of him, if he forfeit ; for were he out of Veo nice, I can make what merchandize I will : go, go, Tubal, and meet me at our fynagogue ; go, good Tu. bal ; at our fynagogue, Tubal.


SCENE changes to Belmont.

Enter Baffanio, Portia, Gratiano, and attendants.

The Caskets are set out.


your self,


Before you hazard; for in chusing wrong
I lose your company : therefore, forbear a while.
There's something tells me (but it is not love)
I would not lose

you ;


Hate counsels not in such a quality.
But left you 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 chuse right, but I am then forsworn :
So will I never be ; fo you may miss me;
But if you do, you'll make me with 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 so,
Let fortune go to hell for it, not I.
I speak too long, but 'tis to peece the time,
To eche it, and to draw it out in length, .


To stay you from election.

Bas. 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.

Ball. None, but that ugly treason of mistruít,,
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.

Bal. 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 ;

you do love me, you will find me out.
Nerisa, and the rest, stand all aloof,
Let mufick sound, while he doth make his choice ;
Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end,
Fading in musick. That the comparison
May stand more juft, my eye shall be the stream
And wat'ry death-bed for him : he may win,
And what is mufick then ? then musick is
Even 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, ,

young Alcides, when he did redeem
The virgin-tribute, paid by howling Troy
To the sea-monster: I stand for sacrifice ;
The rest aloof are the Dardanian wives,
With bleared visages come forth to view
The issue of th' exploit. Go, Hercules !

Live :


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