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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 thief; and no satisfaction, no revenge: nor no ill luck stirring, but what lights 'o my shonlders; no sighs, but 'o my breathing; no tears, but ’o my shedding.

Tub. Yes, other men have ill luck too; Antonio, as I heard in Genoa,

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

Tub.-bath an argosy cast away, coming from Tripolis.

Shy. I thank God, I thank God: Is it true? is it true ?

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

Shy. I thank thee, good Tubal ;--Good news, good news : ha! ha! - Where? in Genoa ?

Tub. Your daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, one night, fourscore ducats.

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 turquoise* ; I had it of Leah, when I was a bachelor: I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkies. Tub. But Antonio is certainly undone.

* A precious stone.

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 Portia'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 a while : 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'er-look'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 : 0 ! 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 'tis to peize * the time; To eke it, and to draw it out in length, To stay you from election.

* Delay.

sum of

Bass.

Let me choose ; For, as I am, I live upon the rack.

Por. Upon the rack, Bassanio ? then confess What treason there is mingled with your love.

Bass. None, but that 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.

Bass. Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth.
Por. Well then, confess, and live.
Bass.

Confess, and love, Had been the

very

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 lock'd in one of them;
If you do love me, you will find me out.-
Nerissa, and the rest, stand all aloof.
Let musick 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 proper, my eye shall be the stream,
And wat'ry death-bed for him: He may win;
And what is musick then? then musiek is
Even as the flourish when true subjects bow
To a new-crown’d 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 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 the exploit. Go, Hercules !

* Dignity of mien.

Live thou, I live :-With much, much more dismay I view the fight, than thou that mak'st the fray.

Musick, whilst Bassanio comments on the caskets

to himself

SONG.

1. Tell me, where is fancy * bred,

Or in the heart, or in the head?

How begot, how nourished?
Reply. 2. It is engender'd in the eyes,

With gazing fed ; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies :

Let us all ring fancy's knell ;
I'll begin it,--Ding, dong, bell.

All. Ding, dong, bell.
Bass.-So may the outward shows be least them-

selves; The world is still deceiv’d with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious t 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 it : So are those crisped I snaky golden locks, Which make such wanton gambols with the wind, Upon supposed fairness, often known * Lore.

of Winning favour. Curled.

To be the dowry of a second head,
The scull that bred them, in the sepulchre.
Thus ornament is but the guiled * shore
To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf
Veiling an Indian beauty; in a word,
The seeming truth which cunning times put on
To entrap the wisest. Therefore, thou gaudy gold,
Hard food for Midas, I will none of thee :
Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge
'Tween man and man: but thou, thou meagre lead,
Which rather threat'nest, than dost promise aught,
Thy plainness moves me more than eloquence!
And here choose I: Joy be the consequence !

Por. How all the other passions fleet to air,
As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embrac’d despair,
And shuddering fear, and green-ey'd jealousy.
O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstacy,
In measure rain thy joy, scant this excess;
I feel too much thy blessing, make it less,
For fear I surfeit !
Bass.

What find I here?

[Opening the leaden casket. Fair Portia's counterfeit t? What demi-god Hath come so near creation? Move these eyes? Or whether, riding on the balls of mine, Seem they in motion ? Here are sever'd lips, Parted with sugar'd breath; so sweet a bar Should sunder such sweet friends: Here in her hairs The painter plays the spider; and hath woven A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men, Faster than gnats in cobwebs : But her eyes,How could he see to do them? having made one, Methinks it should have power to steal both his, And leave itself unfurnish'd: Yet look, how far The substance of my praise doth wrong this shadow In underprizing it, so far this shadow Doth limp behind the substance.-Here's the scroll, The continent and summary of my fortune.

Treacherous. † Likeness, portrait,

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