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Hard foole for Midas, I will none of thee,
Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge
Tweene man and man: but thou thou meager lead,
Which rather threatnest then doft promise oughe,
Thy palenesse moues me more then eloqueace,
Andhcore choosc I ioy be the consequence.

Por. How all the other passions facet co ayre,
As doubtfull thoughts, and rash imbrac'd despaire:
And shyddring feare,and greene-eyed icaloufic.
Oloue be moderate, allay thy extafic,
In measure range thy joy, scene this excesse,
• I feele coo much thy blessing,make it leffe,
For feare I surfet.

Baf. What finde I heere? Faire Portius counterfeit. What demy God Hath come so nccre creation? mouc these eyes ? Or whither riding on the ball's of mine Sceine they in motion? Heere are seuerd lips Parted with suger breach, so sweet a barre Should sunder luch sweet friends : heere in her haires The painter playes the Spidergand hath wouen A golden mesh i'intrap the hearts of men Fafter then gnats in cobwebs,but her eyes, How could he fee to do them? bauing made one, Me-thinks it should haue power to scale both his, And leaue itselfe vnfurnisht:yet looke how farre The subftance of my praise doth wrong this shadow * In vnderprizing it, so farro this shadow Doch limpe behind the substance. Heer's the scroule, The continent and summary of my fortune.

Tow that choose not by the view,
Chance as faire, and choose as true :
Sincet bus fortune fals to you,
Be content, and seeke no nex.
If yow be well pleas'd with this,

And hold your fortune for your blife,
Ture you where your Lady is,
And claims her wish a loving kille.

A gentle [croule :Faire Lady, by your leaue,
I come by note to giue, and to receiuc ;
Like one of two contending in a prize,
That thinks he hath done well in peoples cycss
Hearing applause and vniuersali Choui,
Giddy in spirit, ftill gazing in a doube,
Whether those pearles of praise be his or no.
So thrice faire Lady,stand I cuen so,
As doubtfull whether what I see be true,
Vntill confirm’d, lign'd,racified by you.

Por. You sccme Lord Baffario where I Aand,
Such as I am; though for my selfe alone
I would not be ambicious in my wish,
To wish my selfe much better yet for you,
I would be trebled twenty times my felfe,
A thousand times more faire,ten thousand times
More rich,chat oncly to Atand high in your account,
I might in vertues,beauties, livings, friends,
Exceed account : but the full sumomc of me
Is summe of something ; which to cerme in groffe,
Is an vnleffon'd gyrle, vnschool'd, vnpradised,
Happy in this, the is not yet so old
Bus the may learne: happier then this,
She is not bred so dull, but she can learne;
Happicit of all, is that her gentle {pirit
Coinmits it selfe to yours, to be dirc&ted
As from her Lord, her Gouernor, her King.
My felfe, and what is mine,to you and yours
Is now conuerted.But now I was the Lord
Of this faire manfion, master of my feruants,
Qycenc orc iny selfc; and euen now, but now,
This house, these servants, and this fame my felfe

Are yours, my Lord, I giuothem with this ring,
Which when you part from lose, or give away,
Let it presage che ruine of your loue,
And be my vantage to exclaime on you,

Baf. Madanıc you haue bereft me of all words,
Onely my blood Ipcakes to you in my veines,
And there is such confusion in my powers,
As sfter some Oration fairely spoke
By a beloued Prince, there doch appeare
Among the buzzing pleased mulcitude.
Where cuery something being blent together,
Turnes to a wilde of nothing,

laue of ioy
Exprest, and not expreft: but when this ring
Parts from this finger,then parts life from hence,
Othen be bold to say Balranio is dead.

Ner.My Lord and Lady, it is now our time
That haue food by and scene our wishes prosper,
To cry good ioy good ioy my Lord and Lady.

Gra My Lord Bassanio, and my gentle Lady,
I wish you all the ioy that you can wish:
For I am sure you can with none from me:
And when your honours meane to Solemnize
The bargaine of your faith :I do beseech you
Euen at that time I may be married to

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

Gral thanke your Lordship, you hauc got mc one,
My cies my Lord, can looke as swift as yours;
You saw the Miftreffe, I beheld the Maid;
You lou'd, I lou'd for intermiffion,
No more pertaines to me my Lord then you,
Your fortune food vpon the Casket there,
And so did mine too, as the matter fals:
For wooing heerc votill I swet againe,
And swearing till my very roof was

With oathes of loue,at la At, if promise latt
gor a promise of this faire one here,

: TO:

To haue her loue: prouided that yous fortune
Atchicu'd her Miftris.

Por. Is this true, Nerrifla?
Ner. Maddam it is, so you stand pleas’d withall.
Baf. And do you Gratiano mcane good faith?
Gra.Yes faith my Lord.
Ball.Our feast shall be much honoured in your marriage.
Gra.Wec'l play with them the first boy for a thousand ducats
Ner. What,and take downe ?

Gra.No,we shall nere win as that sport and fake downc.
But who comes heere, Lorenzo and his infidell:
What,and my olde venecian friend, Salerio?
Enter Lorenzo, leffica, and Salerio a messenger

from Venice.
Bal Lorenzo and Salerio, welcome hither,
If that the youth of my new intreft hecre
Haue power to bid you welcome : by your leque
Ibidiny very friends and

friends and countrymen Sweete Portia welcome.

Por.So do I my Lord, they are entirely welcome,

Lor. Ithanke your Honour for my part my Lord, My purpose was

not to haue seenc you heere, Buc meeting with Salerio by the

way, He did entreate me past all saying nay, To come with him along.

Sal. I did my Lord,
And I haue reason for it. Signior Ambonio
Commends him to you.

Bal.Ere I ope his Letter,
I pray you tell me how my good friend doth.

Sal.Not ficke my Lord,vnleffe it be in minde,
Nor well,vnleffe in minde: his Letter there
Will shew you his cftate.

He opens the Letter.
Gra.Nerriffa,cheere yon Aranger,bid her welcome.
Your hand Salerio, what's the newes from Venice:


How doth that royall Merchant, good Anthonio?
I know he will be glad of our successe,
We are the lafons, we haue won the fleece.

Sal. I would you had won the fleece that he hath loft,

Por. There are some shrewd contents in yon fame paper,
That Itcales the colour from Bassanios checke,
Some deare friend dead, clse nothing in the world
Could turne so much the constitucion
Of any constant man : what worse and worse?
With scaue Baffanio, I am halfe your selfe,
And I must freely haue the halfe of any thing
That this fame paper brings you.

Bal. O sweete Portia,
Heere are a few of the vnpleasantst words
That euer blotted paper. Gentle Lady,
When I did first impart my loue to you,
I freely told you all the wealth I had
Ran in my veines, I was a Gentleman,
And then I told you true: and yet deere Lady,
Rating my selfc at nothing, you shall see.
How much I was a Braggart, when I told you
My state was nothing, I thould then baue cold you
That I was worse then nothing; for indeed
Ihaue ingag‘d my felfe to a decre friend,
Ingag'd my friend to his meerc enemy
To feed my meanes. Heer's a Letter Lady.
The paper as the body of my friend,
And cuery word in it a gaping wound,
Iffuing life blood. But is it truc Salerio?
Hath all his ventures faild ? what,not one hit,
From Tripolis, from Mexico, and England,
Prom Lisbon, Barbary, and India,
And not onc vefsell scape the dreadfull couch
Of Merchant-marring rocks?

Sal. Not one my Lord.
Besides, it should appearecbat if he had.


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