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cases of many a tall ship lye bury'd, as they say, if my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word.
Sóla. I would she were as lying a gossip in that, 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 crossing the plain high-way of talk, that the good Anthonio, the honest Anthonio that I had a title good enough to keep his name company!
Sal. Come, the full stop.
Sola. Ha, what say'st thou ? why, the end is, he hath loft a ship.
Sal. I would it might prove the end of his losses.
Sola. Let me say Amen betimes, left the devil cror thy prayer, (10) for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew. 'How now, Shylock, what news among the mer-chants ?
Enter Shylock. 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 taylor that made the wings she flew withal.
Sola. 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. There is more difference between thy flesh and kiers, than between jet and ivory ; more between your bloods, than there is between red wine and rhenish :
(10) left the Devil cross my Prayer.] But the Prayer was. Salanio's. The other only, as.Clerk, says Amen to it. We must therefore read thy Prayer.
but tell us, do you hear, whether Anthonio have had any loss at sea or no?
Shy. There I have another bad match ; a bankrupt, a prodigal, who dares scarce shew his head on the Ryalto ; a beggar, that usd to come so smug upon the mart! let him look to his bond ; he was wont to call me usurer ; let him look to his bond ; he was wont to lend mony for a christian courtesie; let him look to his bond.
Sal. Why, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his flesh: what's that good for ?
Shy. To bait fish withal. If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge; he hath disgrac'd me, and hinder'd me of half a million, laught at my loftes, mockt at my gains, scorn'd my nation, thwarted my bargains, cool'd my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a few eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, heal'd by the fame means, warm’d and cool'd by the same winter and summer, as a christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, Thall we not revenge? if we are like you in the reft, we will resemble you in that. If a few wrong a christian, what is his humility ? Revenge. If a chrifian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by christian example ? why, Revenge. The Villany, you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.
Enter a Servant from Anthonio. Ser. Gentlemen, my master Anthonio is at his house, and desires to speak with you both. Sal. We have been up and down to seek 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 ? halt 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, cost me two thousand ducats in Frankfort! the curse never fell
upon our nation 'till now, I never felt it 'till HOW ; two 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, fo! and I know not what's spent in the search : why, thou loss upon loss! the thief
gone with so much, and so 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 shedding.
Tub. Yes, other men have ill luck too ; Anthonios, as I heard in Genoua
Shy: What, what, what ? ill luck, ill luck ?
Shy. I thank God, I thank God; is it true? is it true ?
Tub. I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped the wreck.
Sby. 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, fourscore ducats.
Shy. Thou stick'it a dagger in me; I shall never see my gold again ;, fourscore ducats at a fitting, fourscore
Tub. There came divers of Anthonio's creditors in my company to Venice, that swear he cannot chuse but:
Shy. I am glad of it, I'll plague him, I'll torture him; I am glad of it.
Tub. One of them shew'd me a ring, that he had of your daughter for a monky.
Shy. Out upon her! thou torturest me, Tubal; it was my Turquoise, I had it of Leah when I was a batchelor ; 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, bespeak him a fortnight before. I will have the heart of him, if he forfeit ; for were he out of Veo nice, I can make what merchandize I will : go, go, Tubal, and meet me at our synagogue ; go, good Tu• bal; at our synagogue, Tubal.
SCEN E changes to Belmont.
Enter Baffanio, Portia, Gratiano, and attendants.
The Caskets are set out.
Por. I Belore you hazard for in chufing wrong
I lose your company ; therefore, forbear a while,
I could teach you
To stay you from election.
Bal. Let me chuse :
Por. Upon the rack, Bafanio? then confess,
love. Bal. None, but that ugly treason of miftruft,, Which makes me fear th' enjoying of my love : . There may as well be amity and life 'Tween snow and fire, as treason and my
Bal. Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth..
Bal Confefs, and love,
Por. Away then! I am lockt in one of them ; :
you do love me, you will find me out.