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o hell! what have we here?
All that glisters is not gold,
been as wise as bold,
Fare you well; your suit is cold.
Then, farewell, heat; and, welcome, frost.
Salar. Why man, I saw Bassanio under sail;
Sular. He came too late, the ship was under sail:
my form li
Besides, Antonio certify'd the duke,
Salan, I never heard a passion so confus'd,
stones, Stoln by my daughter! Justice! find the girl! She hath the stones upon her, and the ducats!
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 remember'd: I reason'd* with a Frenchman yesterday; Who told me,- in the narrow seas, that part The French and English, there miscarried A vessel of our country, richly fraught: I thought upon Antonio, when he told me; And wish'd in silence, that it were not his. Salan. You were best to tell Antonio what you
hear; Yet do uot suddenly, for it may grieve him.
Salar. A kinder gentleman treads not the earth. I saw Bassanio and Antonio part: Bassanio told him, he would make some speed Of his return; he answer'd~ Do not so, Slubber nott business for my sake, Bassanio, But stay the very riping of the time; And for the Jew's bond, which he hath of mo, Let it not enter in your mind of love: Be merry, and employ your chiefest thoughts
To courtship, and such fair ostents* of love
Salan. I think, he only loves the world for him.
pray thee let us go, and find hini out,
Do we so. (Exeunt.
Enter Nerissa, with a servant.
Flourish of cornets. Enter the Prince of Arragon,
Portia, and their trains.
you choose that wherein I am contain'd,
Ar. I ani enjoin'd by oath to observe three things:
* Shows, tokens.
If I do fail in fortune of my choice,
Por. To these injunctions every one doth swear,
Ar. And so have I address'do 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:Who chooseth me, shall gain what manymen desire. What many men desire.-That many may be meant By the fool multitude, that choose by show, Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach; Which pries not to the interior, but, like the martlet, Builds in the weather on the outward wall, Even in the force + and road of casualty. I will not choose what many men desire, Because I will not jumpi with common spirits, And rank me with the barbarous multitudes, Why, then to thec, thou silver treasure-house; Tell me once more what title thou dost bear: Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves ; And well said too: For who shall
about To cozen fortune, and be honourable Without the stamp of merit! Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity. O, that estates, degrees, and offices, Were not deriv'd corruptly! and that clear honour Were purchas'd by the merit of the wearer ! How many then should cover, that stand bare? How many be commanded, that command? How much low peasantry would then be glean'd From the true seed of honour? and how much honour Pick'd from the chaff avd ruin of the times, To be new varnislı'd ? Well, but to my choice: Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves ; I will assume desert;-Give me a key for this, And instantly unlock my fortuves here.
Por. Too long a pause for that which you find there.
| Agree with.
Ar. What's here? the portrait of a blinking idiot,
Por. To offend, and judge, are distinct offices,
What is here?
I will ever be your head:
[Exeunt Arragon, and Train.
Ner. The ancient saying is no heresy ;-
Por. Come, draw the curtain, Nerissa.
Enter a Servant.
Sero. Where is my lady?
Here; what would my lord ?