Dum. The head of a bodkin. Biron. A death's face in a ring. Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce seen. Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion. Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a toothdrawer: And row, forward; for we have put thee in coun tenance. Hol. You have put me out of countenance. Biren. False; we have given thee faces. Hot. But you have out-faced them all. Biron. An thou wert a lion, we would do so Boyet. Therefore, as he is an ass, let him go. And so, adieu, sweet Jude! nay, why dost thou stay? Dum. For the latter end of his name. Biron. For the ass to the Jude; give it him :Jud-as, away. Hol. This is not generous, not gentle, not humble. Boyet. A light for Monsieur Judas: it grows dark, he may stumble. 1 Prin. Alas, poor Machabæus, how hath he been baited. Prin. Speak, brave Hector; we are much de lighted. Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. Boyet. Loves her by her foot. Dum. He may not by the yard. Arm. This Hector far surmounted Hannibal.Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is gone; she is two months on her way. Arm. What meanest thou? Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojar. the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the child brags in her belly already; 'tis yours. Arm. Dost thou infamonize me among poten tates? thou shalt die. Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd, for Jaque netta that is quick by him; and hanged, for Pom pey that is dead by him. Dum. Most rare Pompey! Boyet. Renowned Pompey! Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great Pompey! Pompey the huge! Dum. Hector trembles. Biron. Pompey is mov'd:-More Ates, more Ates; stir them on! stir them on! Dum. Hector will challenge him. Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's belly than will sup a flea. Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man; I'll slash; I'll do it by the sword:-I pray you, let me borrow my arms again. Dum. Room for the incensed worthies. Dum. Most resolute Pompey! Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole lower. Do you not see, Pompey is uneasing for the combat? What mean you? you will lose your reputation. Arm. The armipotent Mars, of lances the al-I mighty, Gave Hector a gift,- Long. Stuck with cloves. Dum. No, cloven. Arm. Peace! The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty, A man so break'd, that certain he would fight, yea Dum. Long. That mint. That columbine. Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it runs against Hector. Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound. Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried: when he breath'd, he was a man.-But I will forward with my device: Sweet royalty, [To the Princess.] bestow on me the sense of hearing. [BIRON whispers COSTARD. Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; I will not combat in my shirt. Dum. You may not deny it: Pompey hath made the challenge. Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome for want of linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he wore none, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's; and that 'a wears next his heart, for a favor. Enter MERCADE. Mer. God save you, madam! Prin. Welcome, Mercade; But that thou interrupt'st our merriment. Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring Is heavy in my tongue. The king your fatherPrin. Dead, for my life. Mer. Even so; my tale is told. Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to cloud. Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath: I have seen the day of wrong through the little soldier. hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a [Exeunt Worthies. King. How fares your majesty? Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night. Ate was the god of discord. Clothed in wool withort linen. King. Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay. For all your fair endeavors; and entreat, Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore this.- Change not your offer made in heat of blood, King. The extreme parts of time extremely form Then, at the expiration of the year, All causes to the purpose of his speed; That which long process could not arbitrate: Prin. I understand you not; my griefs are double. And by these badges understand the king. To those that make us both,-fair ladies, you: Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts, King. If this, or more than this, I would deny Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rank; Dum. But what to me, my love? but what to me? nesty; With three-fold love I wish you all these three. Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife? Dum. I' serve thee true and faithfully till then. Mar. Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love; What humble suit attends thy answer there; Your favors, the embassadors of love; Dum. Our letters, madam, show'd much more Long. So did our looks. Prin. Impose some service on me for thy love. Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Birón, Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of • Clothing. It cannot be; it is impossible: SONG. I. Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit, Spring. When daisies pied, and violets blue, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace, Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Biron. A twelvemonth? well, befal what will befal, I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital. Prin. Ay, sweet my lord: and so I take my leave. [To the KING. King. No, madam: we will bring you on your Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me,-- Dum. The worthy knight of Troy. Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger and take leave: I am a votary; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three years. But, most esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue that the two learned men have compiled, in praise of the owl and the cuckoo? it should have followed in the end of our show. King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so. Arm. Holla! approach. Enter HOLOFERNES, NATHANIEL, MOTH, Cosand others. TARD, This side is Hiems, winter; this Ver, the spring; the one inaintain'd by the owl, the other by the cuckoo. Ver, begin. And lady smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo,-O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear! SALANIO, SALARINO, Friends to Antonio and Bassanio. GRATIANO, LORENZO, in love with Jessica. SHYLOCK, a Jew. TUBAL, a Jew, his Friend. LAUNCELOT GO Bвo, a Clown, Servant to Shylock. Old GOBBо, Father to Launcelot. SALERIO, a Messenger from Venice. LEONARDO, Servant to Bassanio. BALTHAZAR, Servants to Portia. STEPHANO, PORTIA, a rich Heiress. NERISSA, her Waiting-Maid. Magnificoes of Venice, Officers of the Court of SCENE, partly at Venice, and partly at Belmont, the Seat of Portia, on the Continent. ACT I. SCENE I-Venice. A Street. Ant. In sooth, I know not why I am so sad; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, Salar. Your mind is tossing on the ocean; That curt'sy to them, do them reverence, Salar. 1 Ships of large burden. But I should thing of shallows and of flats, Is sad to think upon his merchandize. Ant. Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it, My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate Upon the fortune of this present year: Therefore, my merchandize makes me not sad. Salan. Why then you are in love. Ant. Fye, fye! Salan. Not in love neither? Then let's say, you And other of such vinegar aspect, Enter BASSANIO, LORENZO, and GRATIANO. You grow exceeding strange: Must it be so? Salar. We'll make our leisures to attend on yours. [Exeunt SALARINO and SALANIO. Lor. My lord Bassanio, since you have found AnWe two will leave you: but, at dinner-time, [tonio, I pray you, have in mind where we must meet. Bass. I will not fail you. Gra. You look not well, signior Antonio; You have too much respect upon the world: They lose it, that do buy it with much care. Believe me, you are marvellously chang'd. Ant. I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano: A stage where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one. Gra. Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? If they should speak, would almost damn those ears, Which, hearing them, would call their brothers, [fools. I'll tell thee more of this another time: Lor. Well, we will leave you then till dinner-time: Gra. Well, keep me company but two years more, Thou shalt not know the sound of thine own tongue. Ant. Farewell: I'll grow a talker for this gear. Gra. Thanks, i'faith; for silence is only commendable In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible. [Exeunt GRATIANO and LORENZO. Ant. Is that any thing now? Bass. Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice : His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff; Obstinate silence. you shall seek all day ere you find them: and, when you have them, they are not worth the search. Ant. Well; tell me now, what lady is this same To whom you swore a secret pilgrimage, That you to-day promis'd to tell me of? Buss. "Tis not unknown to you, Antonio, How much I have disabled mine estate, Than my faint means would grant continuance: By something showing a more swelling port Nor do I now make moan to be abridg'd From such a noble rate; but my chief care Is, to come fairly off from the great debts, Wherein my time, something too prodigal, Hath left me gaged: To you, Antonio, I owe the most, in money, and in love; And from your love I have a warranty How to get clear of all the debts I owe To unburthen all my plots, and purposes, Ant. I pray you, good Bassanio, let me know it; And, if it stand, as you yourself still do, Within the eye of honor, be assured, My purse, my person, my extremest means, Lie all unlock'd to your occasions. Bass. In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft I shot his fellow of the self-same flight The self-same way, with more advised watch, To find the other forth; and by advent'ring both, I oft found both: I urge this childhood proof, Because what follows is pure innocence. I owe you much; and, like a wilful youth, That which I owe is lost: but if you please To shoot another arrow that self way Which you did shoot the first, I do not doubt, As I will watch the aim, or to find both, Or bring your latter hazard back again, And thankfully rest debtor for the first. Ant. You know me well; and herein spend but time, To wind about my love with circumstance; Buss. In Belmont is a lady richly left, Ant. Thou know'st, that all my fortunes are at sea, Nor have I money, nor commodity To raise a present sum: therefore go forth, Try what my credit can in Venice do; That shall be rack'd, even to the uttermost, To furnish thee to Belmont, to fair Portia. Where money is; and I no question make, Go, presently inquire, and so will I, To have it of my trust, or for my sake. [Exeunt. • Ready. Formerly |