Of the right casket, never in my life 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. 601 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 he hath : You shall look fairer, ere I give, or hazard. What says the golden chest? ha! let me see :Who chuseth me, shall gain what many men desire. What many men desire, - That many may be meant Of the fool multitude, that chuse by show, Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach; 610 Without the stamp of merit? Let none presume O, that estates, degrees, and offices, Were Were not deriv'd corruptly! and that clear honour How much low peasantry would then be gleaned From the true seed of honour? and how much honour Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times, To be new varnish'd? Well, but to my choice: 630 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 ! 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 ; 642 650 There There be fools alive, I wis, 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. 660 [Exit. Por. Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth. O these deliberate fools! when they do chuse, Serv. Madam, there is alighted at your gate A young Venetian, one that comes before To signify the approaching of his lord: 670 From whom he bringeth sensible regrects; So likely an embassador of love: A day in April never came so sweet, ΤΟ To show how costly summer was at hand, Por. No more, I pray thee, I am half afeard, 689 Thou spend'st such high-day wit in praising him.- Quick Cupid's post, that comes so mannerly. ACT III. SCENE 1. [Exeunt. A Street in Venice. Enter SALANIO and SALARINO. Sala. Now, what news on the Rialto? Sal. Why, yet it lives there uncheck'd, that Anthonio hath a ship of rich lading wreck'd on the narrow seas; the Goodwins, I think they call the place; a very dangerous flat, 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 gossip 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 slips of prolixity, 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 ! Sal. Come the full stop. 14 Sala. Sala. Ha,-what say'st thou ?-Why the end is, he hath lost a ship. Sal. I would it might prove the end of his losses! Sala. Let me say amen betimes, lest the devil cross thy prayer; for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew. Enter SHYLOCK. 21 How now, Shylock? what news among the merchants? Shy. You knew, none so well, none so well as you, of my daughter's flight. Sal. That's certain; I, for my part, knew the tay. lor that made the wings she flew withal. Sala. And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird was fledge; and then it is the complexion of them all to leave the dam. Shy. She is damn'd for it. 30 Sal. That's certain, if the devil may be her judge. Shy. My own flesh and blood to rebel! Sala. Out upon it, old carrion! rebels it at these years? Shy. 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 rhenish :But tell us, do you hear, whether Anthonio have had any loss at sea or no? 40 Shy. There I have another bad match: a bankrupt, a prodigal, who dare scarce shew his head on the |