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Fled with a Christian ?-O my Christian ducats!-
Stolen by my daughter!-Justice! find the girl!
Salar. 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.
Marry, well remember'd:
Salan. You were best to tell Antonio what you hear;
Yet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him.
Salar. A kinder gentleman treads not the earth. I saw Bassanio and Antonio part: Bassanio told him, he would make some speed Of his return: he answer'd-'Do not so; Slubber 2 not business for my sake, Bassanio, But stay the very riping of the time;
2 To slubber is to do any thing carelessly
And for the Jew's bond, which he hath of me,
He wrung Bassanio's hand, and so they parted.
Do we sc.
Belmont. A room in Portia's house.
Enter NERISSA, with a Servant.
Ner. Quick, quick, I pray thee; draw the curtain straight;
The prince of Arragon hath ta'en his oath,
Florish of cornets. Enter the PRINCE OF ARRAGON,
Por. Behold, there stand the caskets, noble prince:
1 Shows, tokens. 2 The heaviness which he indulges.
If you choose that wherein I am contain'd,
Ar. I am enjoin'd by oath to observe three things:
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 1 me. Fortune now To my heart's hope!-Gold, silver, and base lead.
Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath.'
You shall look fairer, ere I give or hazard. What says the golden chest? ha! let me see :"Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men
What many men desire.-That many may be meant
Because I will not jump 1 with common spirits, And rank me with the barbarous multitudes. Why, then to thee, thou silver treasure-house; Tell me once more what title thou dost bear 'Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves.'
And well said too; for who shall go about
O, that estates, degrees, and offices
Were not derived corruptly, and that clear honor Were purchased by the merit of the wearer! How many then should cover, that stand bare! How many be commanded, that command! How much low peasantry would then be glean'd From the true seed of honor; and how much honor Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times, To be new varnish'd! Well, but to my choice :'Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves.'
I will assume desert.-Give me a key for this,
Por. Too long a pause for that which you find there!
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! Who chooseth me, shall have as much as he deserves.'
Did I deserve no more than a fool's head?
Is that my prize? are my deserts no better?
What is here?
'The fire seven times tried this:
Seven times tried that judgment is,
Still more fool I shall 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, Patiently to bear my wroath? 2 [Exeunt Arr. and train. Por. Thus hath the candle singed the moth. O these deliberate fools! when they do choose, They have the wisdom by their wit to lose.