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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. 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.
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.
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.
Before you hazard; for in chusing wrong
I could teach you
To stay you from election.
Bas. Let me chuse :
Por. Upon the rack, Bassanio ? then confess,
Ball. None, but that ugly treason of mistruít,,
Por. Ay, but, I fear, you speak upon the rack ;
Bal. Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth..
Bal. Confess, and love,
Por. Away then! I am lockt in one of them ;
you do love me, you will find me out.
young Alcides, when he did redeem