For the close night doth play the runaway, 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,1 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; [Exit with JESSICA and SALARIno. Enter ANTONIO. Ant. Who's there? Gra. Seignior Antonio? Ant. Fie, fie, Gratiano! Where are all the rest? 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. [Exeunt. 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 your choice. 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 bears; Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire. 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; Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath. A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross; For princes to come view fair Portia.. To stop the foreign spirits; but they come, One of these three contains her heavenly picture. Was set in worse than gold. They have in England Lies all within.-Deliver me the key; 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; 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 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. Of double ducats, stolen from me by my daughter! Salar. Why, all the boys in Venice follow him, Crying, his stones, his daughter, and his ducats. Salan. Let good Antonio look he keep his day, Or he shall pay for this. Salar. Marry, well remembered. 1 Conversed. The French and English, there miscarried Salan. You were best to tell Antonio what you hear; Yet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him. Salar. A kinder gentleman treads not the earth. Bassanio told him, he would make some speed And quicken his embraced heaviness With some delight or other. Salar. Do we so. [Exeunt. SCENE IX. Belmont. A Room in Portia's House. Enter NERISSA, with a Servant. Ner. Quick, quick, I pray thee, draw the curtain The prince of Arragon hath ta'en his oath, 1 To slubber is to do a thing carelessly. 2 Shows, tokens. |