First, never to unfold to any one Which casket 'twas I chose; next, if I fail my life To woo a maid in way of marriage; lastly, Por. To these injunctions every one doth swear, That comes to hazard for my worthless self. Ar. And so have I address'd' me: Fortune now To my heart's hope! - Gold, silver, and base lead. Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath: You shall look fairer, ere I give, or hazard. What says the golden chest? ha! let me see:- Without the stamp of merit? Let none presume O, that estates, degrees, and offices, Were not deriv'd corruptly! and that clear honour 9 Prepared. 1 1 Agree. Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times, Por. Too long a pause for that which you find there. Ar. What's there? the portrait of a blinking idiot, Presenting me a schedule! I will read it. How much unlike art thou to Portia ! How much unlike my hopes, and my deservings! Who chooseth me, shall have as much as he de serves. Did I deserve no more than a fool's head? Ar. What is here? The fire seven times tried this; So begone, sir, you are sped. Still more fool I shall appear, By the time I linger here: With one fool's head I came to woo, But I go away with two. Sweet, adieu! I'll keep my oath, VOL. III. [Exeunt ARRAGON, and Train. 2 Know. E Por. Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth. Enter a Servant. Serv. Where is my lady? Por. Here; what would my lord?" A day in April never came so sweet, Thou spend'st such high-day wit in praising him.— Quick Cupid's post, that comes so mannerly. [Exeunt. 3 Salutations. ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I. Venice. A Street. Enter SALANIO and SALARINO. Salan. Now, what news on the Rialto? Salar. Why, yet it lives there uncheck'd, that Antonio hath a ship of rich lading wreck'd on the narrow seas; the Goodwins, I think they call the place; a very dangerous flat, and fatal, where the carcases of many a tall ship lie buried, as they say, if my gossip report be an honest woman of her word. Salan. I would she were as lying a gossip in that, as ever knapp'd ginger, or made her neighbours believe she wept for the death of a third husband: But it is true,-without any slips of prolixity, or crossing the plain high-way of talk,—that the good Antonio, the honest Antonio, O that I had-a title good enough to keep his name companSalar. Come, the full stop. Salan. Ha,-what say'st thou?- Why the end is, he hath lost a ship. Salar. I would it might prove the end of his losses ! Salan. Let me say amen betimes, lest the devil cross my prayer; for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew. Enter SHYLOck. How now, Shylock? what news among the mer. chants? Shy. You knew, none so well, none so well as you, of my daughter's flight. Salar. That's certain; I, for my part, knew the tailor that made the wings she flew withal. Salan. And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird was fledg'd. Shy. My own flesh and blood to rebel! Salar. 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 Antonio have had any loss at sea or no? Shy. There I have another bad match: a bankrupt, a prodigal, who dare scarce show his head on the Rialto ;- -a beggar, that used 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 money for a Christian courtesy; -let him look to his bond, Salar. 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 disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned 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, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do not we bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge; If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? why, revenge. The vil |