And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true; What, art thou come?-On, gentlemen, away; Ant. Who's there? Ant. Fie, fie Gratiano! where are all the rest? Gra. I am glad on't; I desire no more delight, Flourish of cornets; enter Portia, with the Prince [bears ;Mor. The first of gold, who this inscription 'Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire.' The second, silver, which this promise carries ;Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves.' This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt; If you choose that, then I am yours withal. [hath.' "Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he Must give-For what? for lead? hazard for lead? This casket threatens. Men, that hazard all, Do it in hope of fair advantages: As much as he deserves?-Pause there, Morocco, As much as I deserve!-Why, that's the lady. Why, that's the lady; all the world desires her: The Hyrcanian deserts, and the vasty wilds One of these three contains her heavenly picture. tion, [land To think so base a thought; it were too gross Mor. O hell! what have we here! A carrion death, within whose empty eye Gilded tombs do worms unfold, Had you been as wise as bold, SCENE VII. VENICE. A STREET. Sulan. The villain Jew with outcries rais'd the sail: But there the duke was given to understand, Of double ducats, stol'n from me by my daughter! Salur. Why, all the boys in Venice follow him, Crying, his stones, his daughter, and his ducats. Salan. Let good Antonio look he keep his day, Or he shall pay for this. 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 earth, And for the Jew's bond, which he hath of me, He wrung Bassanio's hand, and so they parted. Salar. Do we so. | Which pries not to the interior, but, like the martlet, Builds in the weather on the outward wall, And well said too; for who shall go about O, that estates, degrees, and offices, Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times, serves ;' I will assume desert;—give me a key for this, [there. [exeunt. How much unlike my hopes, and my deservings? 'Who chooseth me, shall have as much as he deserves.' SCENE IX. BELMONT. A ROOM IN PORTIA'S HOUSE. Ner. Quick, quick, I pray thee, draw the cur- Did I deserve no more than a fool's head? tain straight; Por. Behold, there stand the caskets, noble 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 To woo a maid in way of marriage; lastly, Por. To these injunctions every one doth swear, That comes to hazard for my worthless self. Ar. And so have I address'd me. Fortune now To my heart's hope!-Gold, silver, and base lead. "Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he You shall look fairer, ere I give, or hazard. [hath.' What says the golden chest? ha! let me see:'Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire. What many men desire!-that many may be meant 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 seven times tried this; Seven times tried that judgement is, That did never choose amiss: Some there be that shadows kiss; Such have but a shadow's bliss. There be fools, alive, I wis, Still more fool shall I appear 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, [exeunt Arragon and train. Ner. The ancient saying is no heresy; Serv. Where is my lady? ACT III. Enter Salanio, and Salarino. Salan. Now, what news on the Rialto? 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 lie 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 her neighbours believe she wept for the death of a third husband: but it is true, without any slips of prolixity, or crossing the plain highway of talk, that the good Antonio, the honest Antonio,O that I had a title good enough to keep his name company! Salar. Come, the full stop. Salan. Ha, what say'st thou? why, the end is, ne hath lost a ship. [losses! Salar. I would it might prove the end of his Salan. Let me say amen betimes, lest the devil cross my prayer; for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew. Enter Shylock. How now, Shylock? what news among the merchants? Shy. You knew, none so well, none so well as you, of my daughter's flight. Salar. That's certain; I, for my part, knew the tailor that made the wings she flew withal. Salan. 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. these years? Shy. I say, my daughter is my flesh and blood. Salar. 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 :--but tell us, do you hear whether Antonio have had any loss at sea or no? Shy. To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; and what's the reason? I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled 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, shall 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 Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be, by Christian example? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me, I will execute; and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction. Enter a Servant. Serv. Gentlemen, my master Antonio is at his house, and desires to speak with you both. Salar. We have been up and down to seek him. Salan. Here comes another of the tribe; a third cannot be matched, unless the devil himself turn Jew. [exeunt Salan. Salar. and Servant. Shy. How now, Tubal, what news from Genoa? hast 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, cost me two thousand ducats in Frankfort! The curse never fell on 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! would she were hears'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 Shy. There I have another bad match: a bank-thief; and no satisfaction, no revenge: nor no ill rupt, a prodigal, who dare scarce show his head luck stirring, but what lights o' my shoulders; no on the Rialto; a beggar, that used to come so sighs, but o' my breathing: no tears, but o' my smug upon the mart; let him look to his bond: shedding. he was wont to call me usurer;-let him look to his bond: he was wont to lend money for a Christian courtesy;-let him look to his bond. Salar. Why, am I sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his flesh; what's that good for? Tub. Yes, other men have ill luck too; Antonio, as I heard in Genoa,― Shy. What, what, what? ill luck, ill luck? Tub.-hath an argosy cast away, coming from Tripolis. Shy. I thank God, I thank God!Is it true? is it true? qua tu 1930sm [escaped the wreck. Tub. I spoke with some of the sailors that Shy. I thank thee, good Tubal. Good news, good news: ha! ha! Where? in Genoa?7 67A Tub. Your daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, one night, fourscore ducats.pin ada song Shy. Thou stick'st a dagger in me:** I shall never see my gold again! Fourscore ducats at a sitting! fourscore ducats! Tub. There came divers of Antonio's creditors in my company to Venice, that swear he cannot choose but break. Shy. I am very glad of it: I'll plague him; I'll torture him: I am glad of it. Tub. One of them showed me a ring, that he had of your daughter for a monkey. Shy. Out upon her! Thou torturest me, Tubal: it was my torquoise: I had it of Leah, when I was a bachelor: I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkies. bisa Tub. But Antonio is certainly undone. Shy. Nay, that's true, that's very true; go, Tubal, 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 merchandise I will; go, go, Tubal, and meet me at our synagogue: go, good Tubal; at our synagogue, Tubal. [exeunt. SCENE II. BELMONT. A ROOM IN FORTIA'S HOUSE. Enter Bassanio, Portia, Gratiano, Nerissa, and Attendants: the caskets are set out. Por. I pray you, tarry; pause a day or two,' Before you hazard; for, in choosing wrong, I lose your company; therefore, forbear awhile: There's something tells me (but it is not love,) I would not lose you; and you know yourself, Hate counsels not in such a quality: But, lest 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 choose right, but then I am forsworn; So will I never be: so may you miss me; But if you do, you'll make me wish a sin, 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: O! these naughty times Put bars between the owners and their rights; And so, though yours, not yours.-Prove it so, Let fortune go to hell for it,-not I. I speak too long; but it is to peize the To eke it, and to draw it out in length, To stay from the election. e time; Bass. Let me choose; For, as I am, I live upon a rack. Por. Upon the rack, Bassanio? then confess What treason there is mingled with your love. Bass. None, but the ugly treason of mistrust, Which makes me fear the 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. 1 Por. Away then: I am lock'd in one of them; If you do love me, you will find me out.leb &A Nerissa, and the rest, stand all aloofda bn A Let music sound, while he doth make his choice; Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end, Fading in music: that the comparison May stand more proper, my eye shall be the stream, And wat❜ry death-bed for him he may win; And what is music then? then music is i Even as the flourish when true subjects bow 31 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 redeembling A The virgin tribute paid by howling Troy To the sea-monster: I stand for sacrifice, woll The rest aloof are the Dardanian wives, pubsid With bleared visages, come forth to view The issue of the exploit. Go, Hercules! T Live thou, I live with much more dismay I view the fight, than thou that mak'st the fray. Music, whilst Bassanio comments on the caskets. 1. Tell me, where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourished? 2. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Reply. Let us all ring fancy's knell: I'll begin it,-Ding, dong, bell. All. Ding, dong, bell. 2 Bass. So may the outward shows be least themThe world is still deceiv'd with ornament. [selves; In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple, but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts. How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules, and frowning Mars; Who, inward search'd, have livers white as milk? And these assume but valour's excrement, To render them redoubted. Look on beauty, And you shall see 'tis purchas'd by the weight; Which therein works a miracle in nature, Making them lightest that wear most of its i So are those crisped snaky golden locks, we rea Which make such wanton gambols with the wind, Upon supposed fairness, often known To be the dowry of a second head, The scull that bred them, in the sepulchre.qqi Thus ornament is but the guiled shore or To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf Veiling an Indian beauty; in a word, The seeming truth which cunning times put on a s To entrap the wisest. Therefore, thou gaudy gold, Por. How all the other passions fleet to air, Bass. What find I here, [opening the leaden casket. You that choose not by the view, If you be well pleased with this, And hold your fortune for your bliss, Turn you where your lady is And claim her with a loving kiss. | Is now converted: but now I was the lord Bass. Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Ner. My lord and lady, it is now our time, Gra. My lord Bassanio, and my gentle lady, Bass. With all my heart, so thou canst get a wife. A gentle scroll; fair lady, by your leave; [kissing her. And swearing, till my very roof was dry I come by note, to give, and to receive. Like one of two contending in a prize, Por. You see me, lord Bassanio, where I stand, I would not be ambitious in my wish, To wish myself much better; yet, for you, A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times That, only to stand high on your account, With oaths of love; at last,-if promise last,--- I got a promise of this fair one here, To have her love, provided that your fortune Por. Is this true, Nerissa? Ner. Madam, it is, so you stand pleas'd withal. Bass. Our feast shall be much honour'd in your Gra. We'll play with them, the first boy for a thousand ducats. Ner. What, and stake down? [stake down. Enter Lorenzo, Jessica, and Salerio. Por. So do I, my lord; They are entirely welcome. [lord, Lor. I thank your honour.-For my part, my |