POR. Here, what would my lord? SERV. Madam, there is alighted at your gate A day in April never came fo fweet, N ACT III. SCENE I. A street in Venice. Enter Salanio and Solarino, SOLARIN O. O W, what news on the Rialto? [Exeunt. SAL. Why, yet it lives there uncheckt, that Anthonio hath a fhip of rich lading wreckt on the narrow feas; the Godwins, I think, they call the place; a very dangerous flat and fatal, where the carcafes of many a tall fhip lye bury'd, as they say, if my goffip Report be an honest woman of her word. SOL. I would he were as lying a goffip in that, as ever knapt ginger; or made her neighbours believe, the wept for the death of a third husband. But it is true, without any flips of prolixity, or croffing the plain highway 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 ftop. SOL Ha, what fay'st thou?-why, the end is, he has loft a fhip. SAL. I would it might prove the end of his loffes. SOL. Let me fay 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? SHY. You knew (none fo well, none fo well as you) of my daughter's flight. SAL. That's certain; I, for my part, knew the taylor that made the wings the flew withal. SOL. And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird was fledg'd, and then it is the complexion of them all to leave the dam. SHY. She is damn'd for it. SAL. That's certain, if the devil may be her judge. SOL. Out upon it, old carrion, rebels it at thefe years? 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 has had any loss at sea or no? SHY. There I have another bad match; a bankrupt, a prodigal, who dares fcarce fhew his head on the Rialto; a beggar, that us'd to come fo fmug upon the mart!—let him look to his bond; he was wont to call me ufurer-les him look to his bond; he was wont to lend mony for a chriftian courtefie ;-let him look to his bond. SAL. Why, I am fure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his flesh what's that good for? : SHY. To bait fish withal. If it will nothing else, it will feed my revenge; he hath disgrac'd me, and hinder'd me of half a million, laught at my loffes, mock'd at my gains, fcorn'd my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled 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, fenfes, affections, paffions? fed with the fame food, hurt with the fame weapons, subject to the fame difeafes, heal'd by the fame means, warm'd and cool d by the fame winter and fummer, as a chriftian is? if you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poifon us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? if we are like you in the reft, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a chriftian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a christian wrong a Jew, what should his fufferance be by chriftian example? why, Revenge. The villiany, you teach me, I will execute; and it shall go hard, but I will better the inftruction. Enter a Servant from Anthonio. SERV. Gentlemen, my master Anthonio is at his house, and defires to speak with you both, SAL. We have been up and down to feek him. Enter Tubal. SOLA. Here comes another of the tribe; a third cannot be match'd, unless the devil himself turn Jew. [Exeunt Sala. and Solar. SHY. How now, Tubal, what news from Genoua? haft thou found my daughter? TUB. I often came where I did hear of her, but cannot find her. SHY. Why there, there, there, there! a diamond gone, coft me two thoufand ducats in Frankfort! the curfe never fell upon our nation 'till now, I never felt it 'till nowtwo thousand ducats in that, and other precious, precious jewels! I would, my daughter were dead at my foot, and the jewels in her ear; O, would she were hers'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 fearch: why, thou loss upon lofs! the thief gone with so much, and fo much to find the thief; and no fatisfaction, no revenge, nor no ill luck ftirring, but what lights o' my shoulders; no fighs but o' my breathing, no tears but o' my fhedding. TUB. Yes, other men have ill luck too; Anthonio, as I heard in Genoua SHY. What, what, what? ill luck? ill luck? TUB. Hath an Argofie caft away, coming from Tripolis. SHY. I thank God, I thank God, is it true? is it true? TUB. I spoke with some of the failors that escaped the wreck. SHY, I thank thee, good Tubal; good news, good news; ha, ha, where? in Genoua? ་ TUB. Your daughter spent in Genoua, as I heard, one night, fourfcore ducats. SHY. Thou stick'st a dagger in me; I fhall never fee my gold again-fourscore ducats at a fitting, fourscore ducats! TUB. There came divers of Anthonio's creditors in my company to Venice, that swear he cannot chufe but break. SHY. I am glad of it. I'll plague him, I'll torture him. I am glad of it. TUB. One of them fhew'd me a ring, that he had of your daughter for a monky. SHY. Out upon her! thou tortureft me, Tubal. It was my Turquoife, I had it of Leah when I was a bachelor; I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkies. TUB. But Anthonio is certainly undone. SHY. Nay, that's true, that's very true; go fee me an officer, befpeak him a fortnight before. I will have the heart of him, if he forfeit; for were he out of Venice, I can make what merchandize I will. Go, go, Tubal, and meet me at our fynagogue; go, good Tubal; at our fynagogue, Tubal. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Changes to Belmont. Enter Baffanio, Portia, Gratiano, and attendants. The caskets are fet out, POR. I pray you, tarry-pause a day or two, But left you should not understand me well, |