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der'd abroad: But ships are but boards, sailors but And in the doing of the deed of kind,»
Ant. This was a venture, sir, that Jacob servd
But sway'd and fashion'd, by the hand of heaven.
Was this inserted to make interest good ? Shy. Yes, to smell pork; to eat of the habita- Or is your gold and silver, ewes and rams? tion which your prophet, the Nazarite, conjured Shy. I cannot tell: I make it breed as fast :the devil into: I will buy with you, sell with you, But note me, signior. talk with you, walk with you, and so following Ant.
Mark you inis, Bassanio,
Is like a villain with a smiling cheek;
A goodly apple rotten at the heart;
10, what a goodly outside falsehood hath! Bass. This is signior Antonio.
Shy. Three thousand ducats,-'tis a good round Shy. (.Aside.) How like a fawning publican he looks!
Three months from twelve, then let me sec the rate. I hate him, for he is a Christian :
Int. Well, Shylock, shall we be beholden to you?
Shy. Signior Antonio, many a iime and ott,
Still have I borne it with a patient shrug;
Co to then ; you come to me, and you say,
Shylock, do you hear ? Stylock, we would have monies ; You say so;
And foot me, as you spurn stranger cur
Over your ihreshold ; monics is your suit.
Hath a dog money? is it possible,
[To Antonio. With 'batcd brcall, and whispering humbleness, Your worship was the last man in our inouths. Say this, ---
Ant. Shylock, albeit i neither lend nor borrow, Fair sir, you spil on me on Wednesday last;
You spurn'd one such a day; another time
Ant. I am as like to call thce so again,
Ay, ay, thrce thousand ducats. To spit on thce again, to spurn thee too.
If thou wilt lend this money, lend it not
But lend it rather to thine enemy;
Exact the penalty.
Why, look you, low you storin! Shy.When Jacob gruz'd his uncle Laban's sheep, I would be friends with you, and have your love, This Jacob from our holy Abraham was
Forget the shames that you have stain'd me with,
Ant. And what ol'him? did he take interest ? This is kind I offer.
This kindness will I show:-
If you repay me not on such a day,
Be nominated for an equal pound
In!. Content, in faith: I'll seal to such a bond, That won three fields of Sultan Solyman,And say, there is much kindness in the Jew. I would out-stare the sternest eyes that look,
Bass. 'You shall not seal to such a bond for me, Out-brave the heart most daring on the earth, I'll rather dwell in my necessity.
Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she-bear,
If Hercules, and Lichas, play at dice
So is Alcides beaten by his page;
You must take your chance; A pound of man's flesh, taken from a man, And either not attempt to choose at all, Is not so estimable, profitable neither,
Or swear, before you choose,- if you choose wrong, As flesh of muttons, beefs, or goats. I say, Never to speak to lady asterward To buy his favour, I extend this friendship: In way of marriage; therefore, be advis'd. JC he will take it, so; if not, adieu ;
Mor. Nor will not; come, bring me unto my And, for my love, I pray you, wrong me not.
chance. Ant. Yes, Shylock, I will seal unto this bond. Por. First, forward to the temple ; after dinner
Shy. Then mect me forthwith at the notary's ; Your hazard shall be made. Give him direction for this merry bond,
Good fortune then! And I will go and purse the ducats straight;
(Cornets. See to my house, lost in the fearful guard To make me bless’d'st, or cursed'st among men. of an unthrifty knave; and presently
(Exeunt. I will be with you.
(Exit. Ant. Hie thee, gentle Jew.
SCENE II.-Venice. A street. Enter LaunceThis Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.
lot Gobbo. Bass. I like not fair terms, and a villain's mind. Laun. Certainly my conscience will serve me to Ant. Come on: in this there can be no dis- run from this Jew, my master: The fiend is at mine may,
elbow; and tempts me, saying to me, Gobbo, LaunMy ships come home a month before the day. celot Gobbo, good Launcelot, or good Gobbo, or
(Exeunt. good Launcelot Gobbo, use your legs, take the
start, run away: My conscience says,-no; take
heed, honest Launcelot ; take heed, honest Gobbo; ACT II.
or, as aforesaid, honest Launcelot Gobbo, do not
run; scorn running with thy heels : Well, the most SCENE I.-Belmont. .1 room in Portia's house. fiend;" away! says the fiend, for the heavens; rouse
courageous fiend bids me pack; via !' says the rocco, and his train ; Portia, Nerissa, and other up a brave mind, says the fiend, and run. Well, of her altendants.
my conscience, hanging about the neck of my heart,
says very wisely to me, --my honesl friend Launces Mor. Mislike me not for my complexion, lol, being an honest man's son,-or rather an hoThe shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun, nest woman's son ;-for, indeed, my father did To whom I am a neighbour, and near bred. something smack, something grow to, he had a Bring me the fairest creature northward born, kind of taste;-well, my conscience says, LaunceWhere Phæbus' fire scarce thaws the icicles, lot, budge not ; budge, says the fiend; budge not, And let us make incision for your love,
says my conscience : Conscience, say 1, you counTo prove whosc blood is reddest, his or mine. sel well; fiend, say I, you counsel well: to be I tell thee, lady, this aspect of mine
ruled by my conscience, I should stay with the Jew Hath fear'd' the valiant; by my love, I swear, my master, who (G bless the mark!) is a kind The best-regarded virgins of our clime
of devil; and, to run away from the Jew, I should Have lov'd it too: I would not change this hue,
be ruled by the fiend, who, saving your reverence, Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen.
is the devil himself: Certainly, the Jew is the very Por. In terms of choice I am not solely led devil incarnation; and, in my conscience, my conBy nic direction of a maiden's eyes :
science is but a kind of hard conscience, to offer to Besides, the lottery of my destiny
counsel me to stay with the Jew: The fiend gives Bars me the right of voluntary choosing . the more frier.dly counsel : I will run, fiend; my But, if my father had not scanted me,
heels are at your commandment, I will run. And hedgid me by his wit, to yield myself His wife, who wins me by that means I told you,
Enter old Gobbo, with a basket. Yourself, renowned prince, then stood as fair, Gob. Master, young man, you, I pray you; As any comer I have look'd on yet,
which is the way to master Jew's ? For my affection.
Laun. (.Aside. O heavens, this is my true boMor.
Even for that I thank you ; cotton father! who, being more than sand-blind, Therefore, I pray you, lead me to the caskets, high-gravel blind, knows me not:-I will try conTo try my lortune. By this scimitar,
clusions with him. That slew the Sophy, and a Persian prince, Gob. Master young gentleman, I pray you,
which is the way to master Jew's ? (1) Abide.
Laun. Turn up on your right hand, at the next (2) Allusion to the eastern custom for lovers to testify their passion by cutting themselves in their (3) Terrified. (4) Not precipitate. mistresses' sight.
turning, but, at the next turning of all, on your Enter Bassanio, with Leonardo, and other fol left; marry, at the very next turning, turn of no
lowers. hand, but turn down indirectly to the Jew's house.
Bass. You may do so ;- but let it be so hasted, Gob. By God's sonties, 'twill be a hard way to that supper be ready at the farthest by five of the hit. Can you tell me whether one Launcelot, that clock: "See these letters deliver'd; put the liveries dwells with him, dwell with him, or no ? to making; and desire Gratiano to come anon to Laun. Talk you of young master Launcelot ?
[Exit a servant. Mark me now; [aside.) now will I raise the wa
Laun. To him, father. ters-Talk you of young master Launcelot ? Gob. God bless your worship! Gob. No master, sir, but a poor man's son; his
Bass. Gramercy; Would'st ihou aught with me? father, though I say it, is an honest exceeding poor Gob. Here's my son, sir, a poor boy, man, and, God be thanked, well to live.
Laun. Not a poor boy, sir, but the rich Jew's Laun. Well, let his father be what he will, we man; that would, sir, as my father shall specify, talk of young master Launcelot.
Gob. He hath a great infection, sir, as one Gob. Your worship's friend, and Launcelot, sir. would say, to serve
Laun. But I pray you ergo, old man, ergo, I be- Laun. Indeed, the short and the long is, I serve seech you; Talk you of young master Launcelot? the Jew, and I have a desire, as my father shall Gob. Or
Launcelot, an't please your mastership. specify, Laun. Ergo, master Launcelot; talk not of Gob. His master and he (saving your worship’s master Launcelot, father; for the young gentleman reverence,) are scarce cater-cousins: (according to fates and destinies, and such odd
Laun. To be brief, the very truth is, that the sayings; the sisters three, and such branches of Jew having done me wrong, doth cause me, as my learning) is, indeed, deceased ; or, as you would rather, being I hope an old man, shall frutify unto say, in plain terms, gone to heaven.
you, Gob. Marry, God forbid! the boy was the very Gob. I have a dish of doves, that I would bestaff of my age, my very prop, Laun. Do I look like a cudgel, or a hovel-post,
stow upon your worship;, and my, suit is,
Laun. In very brief the suit is impertinent to a staff, or a prop ?-Do you know me, father ?
myself, as your worship shall know by this honest Gob. Alack the day, I know you not, young old man; and, though I say it, though old man, gentleman: but, I pray you, tell me, is my boy yet, poor man, my father. (God rest his soul!) alive, or dead?
Bass. One speak for both;-What would you ? Laun. Do you not know me, father?
Laun. Serve you, sir. Gob. Alack, sir, I am sand-blind, I know you not. Gob. This is the very desect of the matter, sir,
Laun. Nay, indeed, if you had your eyes, you Bass. I know thee well, thou hast obtained thy might fail of the knowing me: it is a wise father
suit : that knows his own child. Well, old man, I will Shylock, thy master, spoke with me this day, tell you news of your son: Give me your blessing : And hath preferr'd thee, if it be preserment, truth will come to light; murder cannot be hid long, To leave a rich Jew's service, to become a man's son may; but, in the end, truth will out. The follower of so poor a gentleman.
Gob. Pray you, sir, stand up;'I am sure, you Laun. The old proverb is very well parted beare not Launcelot, my boy..
tween-my master Shylock and you, sir ; you have Loin. Pray you, "let's have no more fooling the grace of God, sir, and he hath enough. about it, but give me your blessing; I am Laun
Bass. Thou speak'st it well: Go, father, with celot, your boy that was, your son that is, your
thy son: child that shall be.
Take leave of thy old master, and inquire Gob. I cannot think you are my son.
My lodging out :--Give him a livery Laun. I know not what I shall think of that:
(To his followers. but I am Launcelot, the Jew's man; and, I am More guarded than his fellows': See it done. sure, Margery, your wise, is my mother.
Laun. Father, in :-I cannot get a service, no ;Gob. Her name is Margery, indeed: I'll be sworn, I have ne'er a tongue in my head.-Well; (lookif thou be Launcelot, thou art mine own flesh andling on his palm.)
if any man in Italy have a fairer blood. Lord worshipp'd might he be! what a beard table, which doth offer to swear upon a book. hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin, I shall have good fortune; Go to, here's a simple than Dobbin my thill-horse' has on his tail. line of life! here's a small trifle of wives : Alas,
Laun. It should seem then, that Dobbin's tail fifteen wives is nothing ; eleven widows, and nine grows backward ; I am sure he had more hair an maids, is a simple coming-in for one man: and his tail, than I have on my face, when I last saw him. then, to 'scape drowning thrice; and to be in peril
Gob. J.ord, how art thou chang'd! How dost of my life with the edge of a feather-bed ;-here thou and thy master agree? I have brought him a are simple 'scapes ! Well, if fortune be a woman, present; How 'gree you now?
she's a good wench for this gear.-Father, come; Laun. Well, well, but, for my own part, as ! I'll take my leave of the Jew in the twinkling of have set up my rest to run away, so I will not rest
(Exeunt Laun, and old Gob. till I have run some ground: my master's a very
Bass. I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on this; Jew: Give him a present! give him a halter : 1 These things being bought, and orderly bestow'd, am famish'd in his service, you may tell every Return in haste, for I do feast to-night finger I have with my ribs. Father, I am glad you My best-csteem'd acquamtance ; hie thee, go. are come; give me your present' to one master
Leon. My best endeavours shall be done herein. Bassanio, who, indeed, gives rare new liveries : ir I serve not him, I will run as far as God has any
Enter Gratiano. ground.- rare fortune! here comes the man;- Gra. Where is your master ? to him, father; for I am a Jew, if I serve the Jew
Yonder, sir, lie walks. any longer.
Exit Leonardo. (1) Shaft-horse, (2) Ornamented.
(3) The palm of the hand extended.
Gra. Signior Bassanio,
Salan. 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly or Bass. Gratiano !
derd; Gra. I have a suit to you.
And better, in my mind, not undertook. Bass.
You have obtain'd it. Lor. 'Tis now but four o'clock; we have two Gra. You must not deny me; I must go with
hours you to Belmont.
To furnish us:
Enter Launcelot, with a leller.
Laun. An it shall please you to break up this, And in such eyes as ours appear not faults ;
it shall seem to signify. But where thou art not known, why, there they show Lor. I know the hand : in faith, 'tis a fair hand; Something too liberal; '—pray thce, take pain And whiter than the paper it writ on, To allay with some cold drops of modesty. Is the fair hand that writ. Thy skipping spirit; lest, through thy wild beha- Gra.
Love-news, in faith. viour,
Laun. By your leave, sir. I be misconstrued in the place I go to,
Lor. Whither goest thou ? And lose my hopes.
Laun. Marry, sir, to bid my old master the Jew Gra.
Signior Bassanio, hear me: to sup to-night with my new master the Christian. IC I do not put on a sober habit,
Lor. Hold here, take this:-tell gentle Jessica, Talk with respect, and swear but now and then, I will not fuil her;-speak it privately; go.Weer prayer-looks in my pocket, look demurely ; Gentlemen,
[Eril Launcelot, Nay more
while grace is saying, hood mine eyes' Will you prepare you for this masque to-night? Thus with my hai, and sich, and say, amen; I am provided of a torch-bearer. Use all the observance of civility,
Salar. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight. Like one well studied in a sad ostent2
Salan. And so will I. To please his prandam, never trust me more.
Meet me, and Gratiano, Bass. Well, we shall see your bearing." At Gratiano's lodging some hour hence. Gra. Nay, but I bar to-night; you shall not Salar. 'Tis good we do so. gige me
(Exeunt Salar. and Salan. By what we do to-night.
Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica?
Lor. I must needs tell thee all: She hath directed, I would cntreat you rather to put on
How I shall take her from her father's house;
If e'er ihe Jew, her father, come to heaven,
Uulcss she do it under this excuse,SCENE III.-The same. A room in Shylock's That she is issue to a faithless Jew. house. Enter Jessica and Launcelot.
Comc, go with me; peruse this as thou goest:
SCENE V.- The same. Before Shylock's house.
Enter Shylock and Launcelot.
judge, Give him this letter; do it secretly,
The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio:And so farewell; I would not have my father What, Jessica !-thou shalt not gormandize, Sec me talk with thee.
As thou hast done with me;-What, Jessica!Laun. Adieu !-tears exhibit my tongur.-Most And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out;beautiful Pagan, -most sweet Jew! Ifa Christian Why, Jessica, 1 say! do not play the knave, and get thee, I am much
why, Jessica ! deceived: But, adicu ! these foolish drops do some- Shy. Who bids thce call? I do not bid thee call. what drown my inanly spirit, adieu ! (Exit. Lain. Your worship was wont to tell me, I Jes. Farewell, good Launcelot.
could do nothing without bidding. Alack, what heinous sin is it in me, To be ashand to be my father's child !
Enter Jessica. But though I am a daughter to his blood,
Jes. Call you? What is your will ?
Shy. I am bid' forth to supper, Jessica ;
But yet I'll go in hate, to feed upon SCENE IV.-The same. A street. Enter Gra- The prodigal Christian. -Jessica, my girl, tiano, Lorenzo, Salarino, and Salanio.
Look to my house:-I am right loath to go, Lor. Nay, we will slink away in suppor-time; There is some ill a brewing towards my rest, Disguise us at my lodging, and return
For I did dream oi money-bags to-night.
Laun. I bescech you, sir, go; my young master
Laun. And they have conspired together, I will
not say, you shall see a masque; but if you do, (1) Gross, licentious. (2) Show of staid and scrious demeanour,
13) Carriage, deportment, (4) Invited.
then it was not for nothing that my nose sell a bleed- Alheit I'll swear that I do know your tongue. ing on Black-Monday last, at six o'clock i'the Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love. morning, falling out that year on Ash-Wednesday Jes. Lorenzo, certail; and my love, indeed ; was four year in the afternoon.
For who love I so much? And now who knows, Shy. What! are there masques ? Hear you me, But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? Jessica:
Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum,
thou art. And the vile squeaking of the wry-neck'd lile, Jes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains. Clamber not you up to the casements then, I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me, Nor thrust your head into the public street, Forlam much asham'd of my exchange : To gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd laces: But love is blind, and lovers cannot see But stop my house's ears, I mean my casements; The pretty follies that themselves commit; Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter For if they could, Cupid himsell would blush My sober house.-By Jacob's stati, I swear, To see me thus transformed to a boy. I have no mind of seasting forth to-night:
Lor. Descend, for you must be iny torch-bearer. But I will go.-Go you before me, sirrah;
Jes. What, inust hold a candle to my shames ? Say, I will coine.
They in themselves, goud sooth, are too, too light. Laun.
I will go before, sir.-- Why, 'tis an oflice of discovery, love; Mistress, look out at window, for all this;
And I should be obscur'd. There will come a Christian by,
So are you, sweet, Will be worth a Jewess' eye. (Exit Laun. Even in the lovely garnish of a boy. Shy. What says that fool of Isagar's offspring, ha? But come at once; Jes. His words were, Farewell, mistress; nothing for the close night doth play the run-away, else.
And we are staid for at Bassanio's feast. Shy. The patch is kind enough; but a huge feeder, Jes. I will make last the doors, and gild myself Snail-slow in profit, and he sleeps by day With some more ducats, and be with you straight. More than the wild cat; drones hive not with me;
(Exil, from above. Therefore I part with him; and part with him Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew. To one that I would have him help to waste Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily : His borrow'd purse. Well, Jessica, go in; For she is wise, if I can judge of her; Perhaps, I will return immediately;
And fair she is, if' that mine eyes be true; Do, as I bid you,
And true she is, as she hath prov'd hersell; Shut doors alter you: Fast binil. fast find; And therefore, like hersell, wise, fair, and true, A proverb never stale in thristy mind. (Eril. Shall she be placed in my constant soul.
Jes. Farewell : and if my fortune be not crost,
Enter Jessica, belov.
What, art thou come ?--On, gentlemen, away, SCENE VI.-The same. Enter Gratiano and Our masquing mates by this time for us stav: Salarino, masked.
(Exit with Jessica and Salarino. Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lorenzo Desir'd us to make stand.
Ant. Who's there?
Ant. Fie, fie, Gratiano? where arc all the rest? Saler. O, ten times fuster Venus' pigeons Aly
'Tis nine o'clock; our friends all stay for you :To seal love's bonds new made, than they are wont, No masque to-night; the wind is come about, To keep obliged faith unfor!cited !
Bassanio presently will go aboard : Gra. That ever holds : Who riseth from a seast, I have sent twenty out to seek for you. With that keen appetite that he sits down? Gra. I am glad on't ; I desire no more delight, Where is the horse that doth untread again Than to be under sail, and gone to-night. TEưe. His tedious measures with the unbated fire
SCENE VII.-Belmont. A room in Portia's That he did pace them first? All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy’d.
house. Flourish of cornets. Enter Portia, with How like a younker, or a prodigal,
the prince of Morocco, and both their trains. The scarsedi bark puts from her native bay, Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover Hugo'd and embraced by the strumpet wind! The several caskets to this noble prince :llow like the prodigal doth she return,
Now make your choicc. With over-weather'd ribs, and rag cd sails, Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind!
Who chooseth me, shall gain uchot many men desire. Enter Lorenzo.
The second ; silver, which this promise carries ;Salar. Here comes Lorenzo; more of this here- Who chooseth me, shall gel as much as he deserves. alter.
The third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt;Lor. Swert friends, your patience for my long ho chooseth me, must give and hazarıl all he hath. abode;
How shall I know if I do choose the right? Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait; Por. The one of them contains iny picture, prince; When you shall please to play the thieves for wives, If you choose that, then I am yours withal. I'll waich as long for you then.--Approach; Mor. Some god direct my judgment! Let me Here dwells my father Jcw :-Ho! who's within ?
I will survey the inscriptions back again :
What says this leaden casket ?
Must give-For what? Tor lead ? hazard for lead 3 (1) Decorated with Bags,
This casket threatens : Men, that hazard all,