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For the close night doth play the runaway,
And we are staid for at Bassanio's feast.

Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself
With some more ducats, and be with you straight.

[Exit from above. Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew.

Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily.
For she is wise, if I can judge of her ;
And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true;
And true she is, as she hath proved herself ;
And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true,
Shall she be placed in my constant soul.

Enter JESSICA, below.
What, art thou come ?-On, gentlemen, away;
Our masking mates by this time for us stay.

[Exit with JessiCA and SALARINO.

Ant. Who's there?
Gra. Seignior Antonio?

Ant. Fie, fie, Gratiano! Where are all the rest ? 'Tis nine o'clock; our friends all stay


you. No mask to-night: the wind is come about; Bassanio presently will go

aboard. I have sent twenty out to seek for you.

Gra. I am glad on't; I desire no more delight, Than to be under sail and gone to-night.


SCENE VII. Belmont. A Room in Portia's House.

Flourish of Cornets.

Enter Portia, with the Prince of Morocco, and both

their Trains.
Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover
The several caskets to this noble prince.-
Now make


choice. 1 A jest arising from the ambiguity of Gentile, which signifies both a heathen and one well born.

Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription


Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire.
The second, silver, which this promise carries ;-
Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves.
This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt;
Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath.
How shall I know if I do choose the right?

Por. The one of them contains my picture, prince, If you choose that, then I am yours withal.

Mor. Some god direct my judgment! Let me see;
I will survey the inscriptions back again.
What says this leaden casket ?
Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath.
Must give-for what? for lead? hazard for lead ?
This casket threatens. Men, that hazard all,
Do it in hope of fair advantages:
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross;
I'll then nor give, nor hazard, aught for lead.
What says the silver, with her virgin hue ?
Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves.
As much as he deserves ?-Pause there, Morocco,
And weigh thy value with an even hand.
If thou be'st rated by thy estimation,
Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough
May not extend so far as to the lady;
And yet to be afeard of my deserving,
Were but a weak disabling of myself

As much as I deserve !—Why, that's the lady.
I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes,
In graces, and in qualities of breeding;
But more than these, in love I do deserve.
What if I strayed no further, but chose here?
Let's see once more this saying graved in gold ;
Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire
Why, that's the lady; all the world desires her.
From the four corners of the earth they come,
To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint.
The Hyrcanian deserts, and the vasty wilds
Of wide Arabia, are as throughfares now,

For princes to come view fair Portia. ·
The watery kingdom, whose ambitious head
Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar
To stop the foreign spirits; but they come,
As o'er a brook, to see fair Portia.
One of these three contains her heavenly picture.
Is't like, that lead contains her ? 'Twere damnation,
To think so base a thought; it were too gross
To rib her cerecloth in the obscure grave.
Or shall I think, in silver she's immured,
Being ten times undervalued to tried gold ?
O sinful thought! Never so rich a gem
Was set in worse than gold. They have in England
A coin that bears the figure of an angel
Stamped in gold; but that's insculped upon ;
But here an angel in a golden bed
Lies all within.-Deliver me the key;
Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may !
Por. There, take it, prince, and if my form lie

there, Then I am yours.

[He unlocks the golden casket. Mor.

O hell! what have we here?
A carrion death, within whose empty eye
There is a written scroll. I'll read the writing.

All that glisters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told;
Many a man his life hath sold,

my to ;
Gilded timber do worms infold.

been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgment old,
Your answer had not been inscrolled.

; your suit is cold.
Cold, indeed ; and labor lost.

Then, farewell, heat; and welcome, frost.Portia, adieu! I have too grieved a heart To take a tedious leave; thus losers part. [Exit.

1 This is the reading of all the old copies, which Mr. Rowe altered to wood, and Dr. Johnson to tombs VOL. II.


well ; your

Por. A gentle riddance. - Draw the curtains,

go; Let all of his complexion choose me so. [Exeunt.

SCENE VIII. Venice. A Street.

Enter SALARINO and SALANIO. Salar. Why, man, I saw Bassanio under sail; With him is Gratiano gone along; And in their ship, I am sure, Lorenzo is not. Salan. The villain Jew with outcries raised the

duke ; Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship.

Salar. He came too late ; the ship was under sail ; But there the duke was given to understand, That in a gondola were seen together Lorenzo and his amorous Jessica. Besides, Antonio certified the duke, They were not with Bassanio in his ship.

Salan. I never heard a passion so confused, So strange, outrageous, and so variable, As the dog Jew did utter in the streets. My daughter !-O my ducats !—O my daughter ! Fled with a Christian O my Christian ducats ! Justice! The law! My ducats, and my daughter ! A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats, Of double ducats, stolen from me by my daughter ! And jewels; two stones, two rich and precious stones, Stolen by my daughter! Justice! Find the girl ! She hath the stones upon her, and the ducats !

Salar. Why, all the boys in Venice follow hiin, 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 remembered.
I reasoned with a Frenchman yesterday;
Who told me, in the narrow seas, that part

i Conversed.

The French and English, there miscarried
A vessel of our country, richly fraught.
I thought upon Antonio, when he told me,
And wished in silence that it were not his
Salan. You were best to tell Antonio what you

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 answered-Do not so;
Şlubber I not business for my sake, Bassanio,
But stay the very riping of the time;
And for the Jew's bond, which he hath of me,
Let it not enter into

your mind of love.
Be merry; and employ your chiefest thoughts
To courtship and such fair ostents ? of love
As shall conveniently become you there.
And even there, his eye being big with tears,
Turning his face, he put his hand behind him,
And, with affection wondrous sensible,
He wrung Bassanio's hand, and so they parted.

Salan. I think he only loves the world for him.
I pray thee, let us go, and find him out,
And quicken his embraced heaviness
With some delight or other.

Do we so.


SCENE IX. 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, And comes to his election presently.

1 To slubber is to do a thing carelessly.

2 Shows, tokens.

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