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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,diinensions, senses, affections, passions: fed with the same food? hurt with the same weapons? subie& co the same diseases ? healed by the same mcanes: warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Chriftian is ? If you pricke vs, do we not bleede? If you tickle vs,do we not laugh? if you popson vs, do wee not dye? And if you wrong vs, shall we not reuenge? If wce are like you in thereft, we will resemble you in that. If a Iew wrong a Christian, what is his humility, Reuenge? If a Christian wrong a Jewe, what should his sufferance be by Christian example, why Reuenge? The villany you teach me I will execute, and it shall goc hard, but I will beccer che inftru&ion.

Enter a man from Anthonio. Gentlemen, my master Anshonio is at his house, and desires to speake with you both.

Salar. We hauc bene vp and downe to secke him.

Enter Tuball. Salan. Here comes another of the Tribe, a third cannot bee maccht, vnlesse che diuell himselfe turnc Icw.

Exeunt Gentlemen, Sby. How now Tuball, what newes from Genowas haft thou found my daughter?

Tuballa I often came where I did hcare of her, but caninot finde her, Shy. Why there, there, there, there, a Diamond gone cost

thousand ducats in Frankford. The curso neuer fell vpon our Nation till now, I neuer felt it till now: two thousande ducats in that, and other precious precious iewels. I would my daughter were dead at my foote, and the icwels in her care: Ó 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 losse vpon lose, the cheefe gone vvith so


much, and so much to finde the Theefe, and no satisfaction, no reuenge, nor no ill lucke stirring but what lights on my shoulders, no fighes but of my breathing, no teares but of my lhedo ding. Imball

. Yes, other men haue ill luck too, Anthonio as I heard in Genoway.

Shy. What, what, what ill lucke, ill lucke? Tuball . Hath an Argosic caft away comming from Tripolis.

, Tuball

. I spoke with some of the Saylers that escaped the wracke.

Shy. I thanke the good Tuball, good ocwes,good newes: ha ha, heere 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 againe; fourescore ducates at a ficcing! Fourescore ducacs !

Tuball. There camc diucrs of Anthonios Creditours in my company vnto Venice, that sweare that hec cannot choose bus breake.

Shy. I am very glad of it, ile plaguchim, ile torture him, I am glad on't.

Tuball. One of them (hewed me a ring that he had of your daughter for a Monkey.

Sby. Out vpon her: thou tortur'st nie Tuball,it was my Turkies, í hadic of Leab when I was a Batchellor. I would not haus giuen it for a wildernesse of Monkies. Tuball

. But Anthonio is certainly vndone, Shy. Nay, that's true, that's very true: go Tuball, fee mec an Officer, bespeake hiin a formight before, I will hauc the heart of him if he forfeit. For werc he out of Venice I can make whar merchandize I will go:go Tuball, and meete me at our Synagogue, go good Tuball,at our Synagogue Tubah. Exeunt Ester Baffanio, Portia, Gratiano, and all ther Traines,


:: Por. I pray you carry, pause a day or two
Before you hazard : for in choosing wrong
Iloose your company, therefore forbcare a while,
There's something cels me (but it is not loue)
I would not lose you, and you know your selfe,
Hate counsels not in such a qualicy.!
But least you should not vnderstand me weli,
And yet a maiden hath no tongue, but thoughe,
I would detaine you heere fonie month or two
Before you venture for me. I could teach you
How to choose righe, but I am chen forsworne,
So will I ncaer be, so may you misse me,
Buc if you do, you'l make me wish a sinne,
That I had bene forsworne. Beshrew your eyes,
They haue ore. looke me, and diuided me,
Onc halfe of me is yours, che other halfe yours,
Mine owne I would say; but if mine then yours,
And so all yours, O these naughty times
Pues barres betweene the owners and their rights.
And so though yours, not yours (proue it fo)
Let fortune go to hell for it, not l.
I speake too long, buc eis to peize the time,
Toeck it, and to dravy out in length,
To stay you from election.

Baj. Let me choose,
For as I am, I liuc vpon the racke.

Por. V pon the racke Baffanio, then confesse
What treason there is mingled vvith your loue.

Baf. None but that vgły treason of misrust,
Which makes me feare ch'inioying of my loue,
There may as well be amity and life
Tweene Inow and fire, as creason and my loue.

Por. I but I feare you speake upon the racke,
Where men enforced do spcake any thing.

Bal. Promise me life, and ile confesse the truth,
Por. Well then,confesse and liuc.



Baf.Confesse and louc,
Had bene the very sum of my confession:
O happy torment,

when my torturer
Doth teach me answeres for deliuerance:
But let me to my fortune and the Caskets.

Portia. Away then, I am locke in onc of them,
If you

do loue me, you will finde me out.
Norrissa and the rest, stand all aloofe,
Ler 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 the streame
And watry death-bed for him: he may win,
And what is muficke then? Then muficke is
Buen as the flourish,

when true subie&s bow
To a new crownd Monarch : Such it is,
As are those dulcet sounds in breake of day,
That creepe into the dreaming Bridegroomes eare,
And summon him to marriage. Now he goes
With no lede presence, but with much more loue
Then young Alcides, when he did redeeme
The virgin cribute,payd by howling Troy,
To the lea-monfter: I land for sacrifice,
The reft aloofe are the Dardanian wives,
With bleared visages come foorth to view
The issue of th’exploit :Goc Hercules,
Live chou, I live with much morc dismay
To vicw the fight, then thou that mak’t the fray.

A fongsbe wbilf Baffanio comments on the

Cassets to himselfe.


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With gazing fed, and Fancie dies :
In the cradle where it lyes,
Let us all ring Pancies knell.
Ile begin ito
Ding, dong, bello

All. Ding, dong, bello

Bal.So may the outward showes belcaft thélelues
The world is Aill deceiu'd with ornament.
In Law,what plca so cainted and corrupt,
But being season’d with a gracious voice,
Obscures the show of cuill. In religion
What damned error but some fobor brow
Will blesse it and approue it with a text,
Hiding the grosenes with faire ornament:
There is no voice so simple, but assumes
Some of vertue on his outward parts;
How many cowards whose hearts are all as false
Asítaiers of land,weare yet vpon their chins
The beards of Hercules, and frowning Mars,
Who in ward searcht,haue lyuers white as milke,
And these affume but valoirs excrement,
To render them redoubted. Looke on beauty,
And you shall see tis purchat by the weight,
Which therein works a miracle in nature,
Making them lighteft that weare most of it:
So are those crisped snaky golden locks
Which maketh such wanton gambals with the wind,
Vpon supposed fairenesse,often knowne
To be the dowry of a second head,
The skull that bred them in the Sepulcher.
Thus ornament is but the guiled shore.
To a most dangerous sea : the beautious scarfe
Vailing an Indian beauty; In a word,
The seeming truth which cunning times put on
To incrap the wiseft. Therefore chou gaudy gold,


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