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How like a younger or a prodigall,
The skarfed Barke pues from her natiue bay,
Hugd and embraced by the strumpet winde,
How like the prodigall doth she returue
With ouer-wetherd ribs and ragged sayles,
Lcane,rent,and beggerd by the ftrumpet wind?
Sal.Here comes Lorenzo,more of this hereafter.
Lo.Sweet friends,your patience for my long abode
Nor 1,but my affaires hauc roade you waite :
When you shal please to play the thccues for wiucs
Ile watch as long for you then : approch,
Herc dwels my father low. Ho, whose within:
If Who are you? tell me for more certainty,
Albeit lle sweare that I do know your tongue.
Lor. Lorenzo and thy loue.
les.Lorenzo certaine,and my loue indeed, For who louc I so much ? and now who knowes But you Lorenzo, whether I am yours?
Lo Hcauen & thy thoghts are witnes that thou art
lef.Here,catch this Casket,tis worth the paines,
I am glad tis night you do not looke on me,
For I am much asham'd of my exchange:
But loue is blinde, and louers cannot see
The pretty follies that ebemselues commit,
For if they could,Cupid himselfe would blush
To see in thus transformed to a boy.
Lor.Descend, for you must be my corch-bearer.
ler.What,must I hold a Candle to my shames,
They in themselues goodsooth are too too light.
Why tis an office of discouery, Loue,
And I should be obscur'd.
Lor.So are you sweete,
Euen in the lovely garnish of a boy,
But come at once, for the close night
Doth play the run-away,
And we are staid for at Baffanios feast.
les I will make falt the doores, and guilding selfe
With some mo ducats, and be with you Atraight.
Grat. Now by my hood, a Gèncile and no lew.
Lør.Belhrew me but I loue her hartily,
For she is wise, if I can judge of her,
And faire she is if that mine eyes be true,
And true lhe is, as she hath proo'ud herselfe,
And therefore like herselfc,wise,faire and true,
Shall she be placed in my conftant soule.
What,art thou come? on gentlemen,away,
Our masking mates by this time for vs Atay. Exit. .
Ant.Fic, fic Gratiano, where are all the reft?
Tis ninc a clocke,our friends all stay for you,
No maskc co night, the winde is comc about,
Ballanio presently will goe aboard,
I am glad on't, I defire no more delight
Then to be under sayle,& gone to night.
Enter Portia with Morrocho, and borb their traines,
Por. Goe; draw afide the Curtaines, and discouer
The scuerall Caskets to this noble Prince:
Now make your choife.
Mor. The first of gold, who this inscription beares,
Who chooseth me, shall gainc what many men desire..
The fecond filuer, which this promise carries,
Who chooseth me, thall get as much as he deserucs..
This third, dulllead, with warning all as blunt,
Who choosech me, must giue and hazard all he hath..
How shall I know if I do choose the right?
Por. The one of them containes my pi&ure Princes
If you choose that, then I am yours withall
Mor.Some God direct my iudgement,let msc sec,
I will suruay th’inscriptions back againe,
What sayes this leaden Casket?
Who chooseth mc,must giuc and hazard all he hath,
Must giuc, for what? for lead, hazard for lead?
This Časket threatens men that hazard all,
Doeit in hope of faire aduantages :
A golden minde stoopes not to showes of droße,
Ile then nor giue nor hazard ought for lead.
What sayes the fluer with her virginc huc ?
Who chooseth me,shall get as much as he deserucs.
As much as he deserues,pause there Morocho,
And weigh thy value with an ceuen hand,
If thou beest rated by thy estimation,
Thou doft deserue enough,and yet enougla
May not extend so farre as to the Lady;
And yet to be afcard of my deseruing,
Were but a weake disabling of my felfe.
As much as I deserue, why that's the Lady,
I do in birth deserue her, and in fortunes,
In graces, and in qualities of breeding:
But more then there,in loue I do deserue.
What if I Araid no farther,but chose here?
Let's see once more this saying grau'd in gold:
Who chooseth me, shall gainc what many men defire:
Why that's the Lady,all the world defires her.
From the foure corners of the carth they come
To kiffe this shrine,this morcall breathing Saint.
The Hircanion deserts, and the vasty wildes
Of wide Arabia, are as through-fares now
For Princes to come view faire Portia.
The warry Kingdome, whose ambitious head
Spets in the face of heauen,is no barre
To stop the forraine fpirits, but they come
As ore a brooke to see faire Portia.
One of these three containes her heauenly pi&ture.
Is't like that leade containcs her,t'were damnation
Tothinke so basc a thought it were too grosse
To rib her serc-cloth in the obscure grauc,
Or shall I thinke in filuer shee's immur'd,
Being ten times under-valcwed to tride gold,
Ofnfull thought,ncuer so rich a lem
Was set in worse chen gold. They haue in England
A coync that beares the figure of an Angell
Stampe in gold, but that's insculpt vpon:
But heerc an Angell in a golden bed
Lies all within. Ďeliuer me the key:
Heere do I choose, and thriue I as I may.
Por. There cake it Prince, and if my forme lic there,
Then I am yours.
Mor.O hell! what haue we hcere, a carrion death?
Within whose empty eye there is a written (croule,
Ile reade the writing.
All that glifters is not gold,
Often have you heard ibat told,
Many a man his life hath folde,
But why our fide to behold,
Guilded timber do wormes infold ::
Had you bene as wise as bold,
Tong in limbes, in indgement old,
Tour answere had not beene inscrolds,
Fare you well, your fute is cold.
Mor.Cold indeed, and labour loft, Then farwell heate, and welcome froft: Portia adiew, I haue too greeu'd a heart To take a tedious lcaue;
thus losers past. Por. A gentle riddance,draw the curtaines, goe, Let all of his complection choose me fo.
Enter Salarino and Salanie,
Salar. Why man, I saw Baffanio vnder sayls,
With him is Gratiano gone along;
And in their ship Ime fure Lorenzo is not.
Salan. The villaine lew with outcries raisde the Duke,
Who went with him to search Balanjos (hip.
Salar.He came too late, che Ihip was ynder Cailc,
But there the Duke was giuen to ynderland,
That in a Gondylo were seene together
Lorenza and his armorous Teffica.
Besides Antbonio certified the Duke,
They were not with Bassanio in his ship.
Salan. I neuer heard a passion fo confused,
So ftrange, outragious and so variable,
As the Dog Icw did vecer in the streetes,
My daughter, Omy ducats, O my daughter,
Fled with a Christian, Omny christian ducats.
Justice,the law,my ducacs,and my daughter.
A sealed bag,two sealed bags of ducars,
Of double ducats,stolne from me by my daughter,
And icwels,cwo stones,cwo rich.& precious stones,
Scolne by my daughter: iufticc,finde the gyrlc,
She hath the stones vpon her, and the ducats.
Salar. Why all the boyes in Venice follow him,
Crying his stones, his daughter and his ducacs.
Salan. Let good Antbonio lockc he keep his day,
Or he shall pay for this.
Salar. Marry well remembred,
I reason'd with a Frenchman yesterday,
Who told me in the narrow leas that part
The French and English, there miscarried
A veffell of our country richly fraught:
I thought vpon Anshonio when he told me,
And wisho in filence that it were not his,