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Enter Nerissa with a Servant. Ner.

tain strait ; The Prince of Arragon has ta'en his oath, And comes to his election presently.

Enter Arragon, bis train, Portia. Flourish of Cornets.

The Caskets are discover'd.


Por. Behold, there stand the caskets, noble Prince ; If you

chuse that, wherein I contain'd
Strait 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 t'observe three things.
First, never to unfold to any one
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,
Laft, if I fail in fortune of my choice,
Immediately to leave you and be gone.

Por. To these injunctions every one doth swear,
That comes to hazard for my worthless felf.

Ar. And so have I addrest me. Fortune now
To my heart's hope ! - Gold, silver, and base lead.
Who chuseth me, must give and hazard all be batb.
You shall look fairer, ere I give or hazard.
What says the golden cheft ? ha, let me see-
Who chuseth me, shall gain what many, men defire.
What many. men defire that may be meant
Of the fool-multitude, that chufe by show ;
Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach ;
Which pries not to th' interior, but like the martlet
Builds in the weather on the outward wall
Ev'n in the force and road of casualty.
I will. not chufe what many men desire,


Because I will not jump with common spirits,
And rank me with the barb'rous multitudes.
Why then to thee, thou filver treasure-houfe :
Tell me once more what title thou doft bear,
Who cbufeth me, shall get as much as he deserves ;
And well said too, for who shall about
To cozen fortune, and be honourable
Without the stamp of merit ? let none presume
To wear an undeserved dignity:
O, that estates, degrees, and offices,
Were not deriv'd corruptly; that clear honour
Were purchasd by the merit of the wearer !
How many then thould cover, that stand bare

be commanded, that command?
How much low peasantry would then be gleand
From the true feed of honour? 757 how much honour.
Pickt from the chaff and ruin of the times,
To be new varnih do well, but to


choice : Who chuseth me, soall get as much as he deserves :

How many

(5) How much low peasantry would oben be glean'd

From the true feed of bonour ?] The meaning is How much meanness would be found among ebe great, and how much greatness among the mean.

But since men are always said to glean corn though. they may pick chaff, the sentence had been more agreeable to the common manner of speech if it had been writied thus,

How much low peasantry would then be pick'd
From the true feet of bonoar bow much bonout
Glean'd from ibe cbaff?
(6) buru mucb bonoui
Pickt from the chaff and ruin of the times,

To be new varnish'd ?] This confusion: and mixture: of the mitapbors, makes me think that Sbakespeare wrote,

To be new vanned. i. e. winnow'd, purged :: from the French word, vanner ; which is derived from the Latin Vannus, venrilubrum, the fann used for vinnowing the chaff from the corn. This alteration restores the metaphor to its integrity :: aad onr poet frequently uses the same thought. Sy in the ad part of Henry IV.

Wejball be winnow'd with fo rough a wind,
This even our coro ßall seem as ligbe as chaff.


I will,

I will assume desert ; give me a key for this,
And instantly unlock my fortunes here.
Por. Too long a pause for that which you find there.

[Unlocking the silver casket. 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 my deservings?
Wbo chufes me, shall bave as much as he deferves.
Did I deserve no inore than a fool's head?
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?

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Ar. Still more fool I fall

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, Patiently to bear my wrath.

Por. Thus hath the candle fing'd the moth
O these deliberate fools ! when they do chuse,
They have the wisdom by their wit to lose.

Ner. The ancient saying is no heresy,
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.

Por. Come, draw the curtain, Nerissa. 17) Take wbae wife you will to bed,] Perbaps the poet had forgotten that he who missed Portia was never to marry any woman.


Enter a Servant.
Serv. Where is my lady?
Por. Here, what would my lord ?

Serv. Madam, there is alighted at your gate
A young Venetian, one that comes before
To signify th' approaching of his lord,

whom he bringeth sensible regreets ;
To wit, besides commends and courteous breath,
Gifts of rich value ; yet, I have not seen
So likely an ainbassador of love.
A day in April never came to sweet,
To Thow how costly summer was at hand,
As this fore-fourrer comes before his Tora.
Por. No more,



half afraid,
Thou'lt say anon, he is some kin to thee ;
Thou spend'st such high-day wit in praising him:
Come, come, Nerissa, for I long to see
Quick Cupid's poft, that comes so mannerly.
Ner. Bassanio, lord Love, if thy will it be !






A Street in Venice.

Enter Salanio, and Solarino..

OW, what news on the Rialte?

Sal. Why, yet it lives there uncheckt, that Anthonio hath a ship of rich lading wreckt on the nar-. row seas; the Godwins, I think, they call the place; a very dangerous flat and fatal, whera the carcases of many a tall fhip lye bury'd, as they say, if my goflip Report be an honest woman of her word.

Sola. I would she were as lying a gossip 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 lips of prolixity, or crossing the plain highway of talk, that the golod 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 fay'st thou ?-why, the end is, he hath lost a ship.

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

Sola. Let me say Amen betimes, left the devil cross thy prayer, (8) for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew.

Enter Shylock. How now, Shylock, what news among the merchants ?

Sby. You knew (none so well, none so well as you) of my daughter's flight.

Sal. That's certain ; 1, for my part, knew the taylor that made the wings she 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

Sby. 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 thenith but tell us, do you hear, whether Anthonio have had any loss at sea or no ?

Sby. There I have another bad match ; a bankrupt, a prodigal, (9) who dares scarce shew his head


(8) left ibe Devil cross my Prayer,] But the Prayer was Salario's. The other only, as Clerk, says Amen to it. We must therefore read thy Prayer.

WARBURTON. (9) A bankrupt, a prodigal,] This is spoke of Anebonis. But why a prodigal his friend Balania indeed had been too liberal ;


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