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Hath come so near creation ? Move these eyes ?
Or whether, riding on the balls of mine,
Seem they in mocion ? Here are sever'd lips,
Parted with sugar breath ; so sweet a bar
Should funder such sweet friends : Here in her hairs
The painter plays the spider ; and hath woven
A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men,
Faster than gnats in cobwebs : But her eyes,-
How could he see to do them? having made one,
Methinks, it should have power to steal both his,
And leave ? itself unfurnish'd: Yet look, how far
The substance of my praise doth wrong this shadow
In underprizing it, so far this shadow
Doth limp behind the substance.--Here's the scroll,
The continent and fummary of my fortune.

You that chuse not by the view,
Chance as fair, and chuse as true !
Since this fortune falls to you,
Be content, and seek no new.
If you be well pleas'd with this,
And bold your fortune for your bliss,
Turn you where your lady is,

And claim ber with a loving kiss.
gentle scroll ;–Fair lady, by your leave ; [Kishing her.
I come by note, to give, and to receive.
Like one of two contending in a prize,
That thinks he hath done well in people's eyes,
Hearing applause, and universal shout
Giddy in spirit, still gazing, in a doubt
Whether those peals of praise be his or no ;
So; thrice fair lady, stand I, even so ;

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As doubtful whether what I see be true,
Until confirm’d, sign'd, ratify'd by you.

Por. You see me, lord Bassanio, where I stand,
Such as I am : though, for myself alone,
I would not be ambitious in my wish,
To wish myself much better; yet, for you,
I would be trebled twenty times myself;
A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times
More rich; that to stand high in your account,
I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends,
Exceed account : but the full sum of me
• Is sum of something; which, to term in gross,
Is an unleffon'd girl, unschool'd, unpractis'd :
Happy in this, she is not yet so old
But she may learn; and happier than this,
She is not bred so dull but she can learn;
Happiest of all, is, that her gentle spirit
Commits itself to yours to be directed,
As from her lord, her governor, her king.
Myself, and what is mine, to you, and yours
Is now converted : but now I was the lord
Of this fair mansion, master of my servants,
Queen o'er myself; and even now, but now,
This house, these servants, and this same myself,
Are yours, my lord ; I give them with this ring;
Which when you part from, lose, or give away,
Let it presage the ruin of your love,
And be my vantage to exclaim on you.

Bas. Madam, you have bereft me of all words,
Only my blood speaks to you in my

veins : And there is such confusion in my powers,

Is Jum of something ;]—Is really something, not merely ideal, and may be compriz'd in the following description Is fum of nothing. o be my vantage)-afford me a fair pretext.

As,

As, after some oration fairly spoke
By a beloved prince, there doth appear
Among the buzzing pleased multitude ;
Where every something, being blent together,
Turns to a wild of nothing, fave of joy,
Exprest, and not exprest: But when this ring
Parts from this finger, then parts life from hence ;
O, then be bold to say, Bassanio's dead.

Ner. My lord and lady, it is now our time,
That have stood by, and seen our wishes prosper,
To cry, good joy; Good joy, my lord, and lady!

Gra. My lord Bassanio, and my gentle lady,
I wish you all the joy that you can wish;
For, I am sure, you can wish none from me:
And, when your honours mean to folemnize
The bargain of your faith, I do beseech you,
Even at that time I may be marry'd too.

Baf. With all my heart, so thou canst get a wife.

Gra. I thank your lordship ; you have got me one.
My eyes, my lord, can look as swift as yours ;
You saw the mistress, I beheld the maid;
You lov’d, I lov'd; "for intermission
No more pertains to me, my lord, than you.
Your fortune ftood upon the casket there ;
And so did mine too, as the matter falls :
For wooing here, until I sweat again ;
And swearing, till my very roof was dry
With oaths of love; at last,-if promise laft,-
I

got a promise of this fair one here, To have her love, provided that your

fortune Atchiey'd her mistress.

Por. Is this true, Nerifla?

from me :)-that I shall not share in; or, that will deprive me of any, for intermifion)--as to delay, or interruption of our bliss. K4

Ner.

Ner. Madam, it is, so you stand pleas'd withal.
Baf. And do you, Gratiano, mean good faith?
Gra. Yes, 'faith, my lord.
Bas. Our feast shall be much honour'd in your marriage.

Gra. We'll play with them, the first boy, for a thousand ducats.

Ner. What, and stake down?
Gra. No; we shall ne'er win at that sport, and stake

down.-
But who comes here ? Lorenzo, and his infidel?
What, and my old Venetian friend, Salerio?

Enter Lorenzo, Jessica, and Salerio.
Bal. Lorenzo, and Salerio, welcome hither ;
If that the youth of my new interest here
Have power to bid you welcome :-By your leave,
I bid my very friends, and countrymen,
Sweet Portia, welcome.

Por. So do I, my lord;
They are entirely welcome.

Lor. I thank your honour :-For my part, my lord,
My purpose was not to have feen you here;
But meeting with Salerio by the way,
He did intreat me, past all saying nay,
To come with him along.

Sale. I did, my lord,
And I have reason for it. Signior Anthonio
Commends him to you.

[Gives Basunio a letter. Bell. Ere I

ope

his letter,
I pray you tell me how my good friend doth.

Sale. Not sick, my lord, unless it be in mind;
Nor well, unless in mind : his letter there
Will shew you his estate.

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Gra. Nerissa, cheer yon'stranger ; bid her welcome.
Your hand, Salerio ; What's the news from Venice?
How doth that royal merchant, good Anthonio?
I know, he will be glad of our success;
We are the Jafons, we have won the fleece.

Sale. Would you had won the fleece that he hath loft!

Por. There are some shrewd contents in yon' same papers
That steals the colour from Bafranio's cheek :
Some dear friend dead ; else nothing in the world
Could turn so much the constitution
Of any constant man. What, worse and worse?-
With leave, Bassanio; I am half yourself,
And I must freely have the half of any' thing
That this fame paper brings you.

Bas. O sweet Portia,
Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words,
That ever blotted paper! Gentle lady,
When I did first impart my love to you,
I freely told you, all the wealth I had
Ran in my veins, I was a gentleman ;
And then I told you true : and yet, dear lady,
Rating myself at nothing, you shall see
How much I was a braggart: When I told you
My state was nothing, I should then have told you
That I was worse than nothing; for, indeed,
I have engag'd myself to a dear friend,

friend to his meer enemy,
To feed my means. Here is a letter, lady ;
The

paper as the body of my friend, And

every word in it a gaping wound,
Iffuing life-blood. But is it true, Salerio ?
Have all his ventures fail'd? What, not one hit ?
From Tripolis, from Mexico, and England,
From Lisbon, Barbary, and India ?

And

Engag'd my

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