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Por. Too long a pause for that which


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!
Wbo cbufeth 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?

Por. To offend, and judge, are distinct offices,
And of opposed natures.

Ar. What is here?

The fire seven times tried this ;
Seven times try'd that judgment is,
That did never chuse amiss :
Some there be, that madows kiss ;
Sucb have but a shadow's bliss :
There be fools alive, ' I wis,
Silver'd o'er; and so was this.
"Take what wife you will to bed,
I will ever be your head :
So be gone, fir, you are sped.

Ar. 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 * wroth.
Por. Thus hath the candle sing’d the moth.
O these deliberate fools! when they do chuse,
They have the wisdom by their wit to lose.



"I wis,]—I guess, imagine. * Take what wife you will to bed, ]—an escape of memory : Portia's disappointed suitors were never to marry.

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Ner. The ancient saying is no heresy ;-
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.
Por. Come, draw the curtain, Nerissa.

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 the approaching of his lord:
From whom he bringeth sensible' regreets;
To wit, besides commends, and courteous breath,
Gifts of rich value ; yet I have not seen
So likely an embassador of love :
A day in April never came so sweet,
To show how costly summer was at hand,
As this fore-spurrer comes before his lord.
Por. No more, I


I am half afeard,
Thou wilt ? say anon, he is some kin to thee,
Thou spend'st such a high-day wit in praising him.--
Come, come, Nerissa; for I long to see
Quick Cupid's post, that comes so mannerly.

Ner. Bassanio, lord love, if thy will it be! [Exeunt.


A Street in Venice.

Enter Solanio and Salarino.
Sala. Now, what news on the Rialto ?
Sol. Why, yet it lives there uncheck’d, that Anthonio
y regreets ; ]-falutations.

jay anon, &c.]-digress into a long tale of his being.
bigb-day wit]--you commend him in such high-flown terms.


“ he speaks bolyday.MERRY Wives OP WINDSOR, AC III, S. 2. Hoft.


hath a ship of rich lading wreck'd on the narrow feas; the Goodwins, I think they call the place; a very dangerous fat, 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.

Sala. I would she were as lying a gosip in that, as ever * knapt ginger, or made her neighbours believe she wept for the death of a third husband : But it is true,-without any lips of prolixicy, or crossing the plain high-way of talk,--that the good Anthonio, the honest Anthonio, O that I had a title good enough to keep his name company! Sol. Come the full stop.

Sala. Ha, - what say'st thou? Why the end is, he hath loft a ship. Sol. I would it might prove the end of his losses !

Sala. Let me say amen betimes, left the devil cross thy prayer; 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 fight.

Sol. That's certain ; I, for my part, knew the taylor that made the wings she flew withal.

Sala. And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird was fedge ; and then it is the complexion of them all to leave the dam.

Sby. She is damn'd for it.
Sol. That's certain, if the devil may be her judge.
Sby. My own flesh and blood to rebel!

knapt ginger,)-for a spiced cup-as ever spiced a bowl.
my prayer-Solanio's, made his own by saying amen to it.
complexion)-nature, difpofition.




Sala. Out upon it, old carrion ! rebels it at these years ? Shy. I say, my daughter is my flesh and blood.

Sol. 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 Anthonio have had any loss at sea or no ?

Sby. There I have another bad match: a bankrupt, 'a prodigal, who dare scarce shew his head on the Rialto ;a beggar, that us'd to come so smug upon the mart ;-let him look to his bond: 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.

Sol. Why, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his fesh; What's that good for ?

Sby. To bait fish withal : if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath disgrac'd me, and hinder'd me of half a million ; laugh’d at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorn'd my nation, thwarted my bargains, cool'd my friends, heated mine enemies; And what's his 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, heal'd by the same means, warm’d and cool'd 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


a prodigal,)-in his bounty, lending without interest.

example ?

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 Anthonio is at his house, and desires to speak with you

both. Sol. We have been up and down to seek him.

Enter Tubal. Sala. Here comes another of the tribe ; a third cannot be match'd, unless the devil himself turn Jew.

[Exeunt Sol. and Salar. Sby. How now, Tubal, what news from Genoa ? haft thou found my daughter ?

Tub. I often came where I did hear of her, but cannot

find her.

Sby. Why there, there, there, there ! a diamond gone, coft me two thousand ducats in Frankfort ! the curse never fell

upon 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, fo:—and I know not what's spent in the search: Why, thou loss upon lofs ! the thief gone with so much, and lo much to find the thief; and no satisfaction, no revenge : nor no ill luck stirring, but what lights o' my shoulders ; no sighs, but o'my breathing ; no tears, but o’ my

shed ding.

Tub. Yes, other men have ill luck too; Anthonio, as I heard in Genoa, Sby. What, what, what? ill luck, ill luck? Tub. Hath an argosy cast away, coming from Tripolis. Sby. I thank God, I thank God :-Is it true? is it true?


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