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tion, thwarted my bargaines, cooled my friendes, heated mine enemics, and what's his reason, I am a lewe. Hath nos a lewe cyes? hath not a low hands? organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions: fed with the same food? hurt with the same weapons? subicat co the fame diseases? healed by che same meanes: warmed and cooled by the same winter and lummer, as a ChriAtian is ? If you pricke vs, do wenor bleede? If you tickle vs,do we not laugh? if you pogson vs, do wee not dye? And if
you wrong vs, thall we not reuenge? If wce are likc you in thereft, we will resemble you in that. If a Icw wrong a Christian, what is his humility, Reuenge? If a Christian wrong a lewe, what should his sufferance be by Christian example, why Reuenge? The villany you tcach me I will cxccute, and it shall goc hard, but I will bercer che inftru&ion.
Enter a man from Anthonio. Gentlemen, my master Anthonio is at his house, and desires to speake with you both.
Salar. We hauc bene vp and down to secke him.
Enter Tubal. Salan. Here comes another of the Tribe, a third cannot bee matcht, vnleffe the diuell himselfe turne Iew.
Exeunt Gentlemen, Sby. How now Tuball, what newes from Genowahaft thou found my daughter?
Tuballo I often came where I did hcare of her, but cannot finde her,
Shy. Why there, there, there, there, a Diamond gone cost metwo thousand ducats in Frankford. The curse neuer fell
vpon our Nation till now, I neuer felt it till now: iwo thousande ducats in that, and other precious precious iewels. I would my daughter were dead at my foote, and the icwels in her care: 0 would shee were hearst at my foote, and the ducats in her coffin. No newes of them, why fo: and I know not whats spent in the search: why thou loffe vpon losse, the theefe gone vvith so
much, and so much to finde thc Thcefc, and no satisfaction, no reuenge, nor no ill lucke stirring but what lights on my thoulders, no fighes but of my breathing, no teares but of my lhedo ding. Tuball
. Yes, other men haue ill luck too, Anchonio as I heard in Genoway.
Shy. What, what, what ill lucke, ill lucke?
. I spoke with some of the Saylers that escaped the wracke.
Shy. I thanke the good Tuball, good dewes,good newes: ha ha, heerc in Genoway.
Tuball. Your daughter spent in Genoway, as I heard, in one night, fourescore ducats.
Shy. Thou stick'At a dagger in me, I shall neuer see my golde againc ; fourescore ducates at a fitcing! Fourescore ducacs!
Tuball. There camc diucrs of Anthonios Creditours in my company vnto Veuice, that sweare that hec cannot choose bus breake.
Shy. I am very glad of it, ile plague him, ile torture him, I am glad on't.
Tubåll. One of them (hewed me a ring that he had of your daughter for a Monkey.
$by. Out vpon her: thou tortur'st nue Tuball, it was my Turkies, I had it of Leab when I was a Batchellor. I would not haus giuen it for a wildernesle of Monkies. Tuball
. But Anthonio is certainly vndone, Shy. Nay, thar's true, that's very truc: go Tuball fee mec an Officer, bespeake him a fortnight before, I will hauc the heart of him if he forfeit. For were he out of Venice I can make what merchandize I will go:go Tuball, and meete me at our Synagogue, go good Tuball at our Synagogue Tuball. Exeuna Ester Bassanio, Portia, Gratiaxo, and all ther Trainesa
Por. I pray you carry, pause a day or two
not in such a qualicy.
the other halfe yours,
Ball. Let me choose,
Por. Vpon the racke Balanio, then confesse
Baf. None but that vgly treason of mistrust,
Por. I but I feare you speake vpon the racke,
Baf. Promise me life, and ile confefse the truth,
Baf.Confelle and louc,
when my torturer Doth teach me answeres for deliverance: But let me to my fortune and the Caskets.
Portia. Away then, I am locke in one of them, If you
do loue me, you will finde me out. Nerriffa and the rest, stand all aloofc, Let musicke sound while he doth make his choise, Then if he lose, he makes a Swan-like end, Fading in musickc. That the comparison May stand more proper, my eye shall be che streame And watry death-bed
for him : he may win,
A Songsbe wbilf Baffanio comments on the
Tell me where is fancy brod,
With gazing fed, and Fancie diss:
All. Ding, dong, bello
Bal.So may the outward showes be least theselues