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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. That's certain, if the devil may be her judge.
Shy. My own flesh and blood to rebel !
Sola. Out upon it, old carrion, rebels it at these
Shy. I fay, my daughter is my flesh and blood.

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 :

years ?

(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.

Mr. Warburton.


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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 ?
Tub. Hath an Argofie cast away, coming from Trią

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. .


ducats !



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 Tubal; 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

your self,

Pray , a
I lose your company ; therefore, forbear a while,
There's something tells me (but it is not love)
I would not lose you ; and you

Hate counfels not in such a quality.
But left you should not understand me well,
And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought,
I would detain you here some month or two,
Before you venture for me.

I could teach you
How to chuse right, but I am then forsworn :
So will I never be ; fo you may miss me;
But if you do, you'll make me with a fin,
That I had been forsworn. Beshrew your eyes,
They have o'erlook'd me, and divided me ;
One half of me is yours, the other half yours,
Mine own, I would say : but if mine, then yours ;
And so all yours. Alas ! these naughty times
Put bars between the owners and their rights :
And so tho' yours, not yours, prove it fo,
Let fortune go to hell for it, not I.
I speak too long, but 'tis to peece the time,
To eche it, and to draw it out in length,


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To stay you from election.

Bal. Let me chuse :
For as I am, I live upon the rack.

Por. Upon the rack, Bafanio? then confess,
What treason there is mingled with your

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

Por. Ay, but, I fear, you speak upon the rack' ; ;
Where men enforced do speak any thing.

Bal. Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth..
Por. Well then, confess and live.

Bal Confefs, and love,
Had been the very fum of my confession:
O happy torment, when my torturer
Doth teach me answers for deliverance !
But let me to my fortune and the caskets.

Por. Away then! I am lockt in one of them ; :

you do love me, you will find me out.
Nerisa, and the rest, stand all aloof,
Let mufick found, while he doth make his choice ;
Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end,
Fading in musick. That the comparison
May stand more just, my eye shall be the stream
And watry death-bed for him: he may win,
And what is musick then ? then musick is
Even as the flourish, when true subjects bow
To a new-crowned monarch : such it is,
As are those dulcet sounds in break of day,
That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's ear, .
And summon him to marriage. Now he goes,
With no less presence, but with much more love,";
Than young Alcides, when he did redeem
The virgin-tribute, paid by howling Troy
To the sea-monster: I stand for sacrifice ;
The rest aloof are the Dardanian, wives,
With pleared visages come forth to view
The issue of th’ exploit. . Go, Hercules !

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