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Hard foole for Midas, I will nonc of thee,
Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge
Tweene man and man: but thou chou meager lead,
Which rather threatneft then doft promise ought,
Thy paleneffe moues me more then cloquence,
And heore choose I,ioy be the consequence.

Por. How all the other passions fleet to agre,
As doubtfull thoughts, and rash imbrac'd despaire:
And shyddring feare, and greene-eyed icaloulic.
O loue be moderate, allay thy extafic,
In measure range thy joy, scent this excelle,
• I feele too much thy blessing,make it leffc,
For feare I surfet.

Baff. What finde I heere? Faire Portias counterfeit. What demy God Hath come so neere creation? mouc these eyes? Or whither riding on the ball's of mine Secine they in morion? 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 Spider,and hath wouen A golden mesh t'intrap the hearts of men Fatter then gnats in cobwebs,but her eyes, How could he see to do them? hauing made one, Me-thinks it should hauc power to ftcale both his, And leaue it selfe vnfurnisht:yet looke how farre The subftance of my praise doth wrong this shadow In vnderprizing it,lo farro this shadow Doch limpe behind the substance. Heer's the scroule, The continent and summary of my fortune.

Ton that choose nos by the view,
Chance a faire, and choose as true:
Sjøce s bus fortune fals to you,
Be content, and seeks no new.
If you be well pleas'd with this,

And hold your fortune for your blife,
Turme you where your Lady is,
And claime ber wirbo a lowing kille.

A gentle scroule :Faire Lady, by your leaue,
I come by note to giue, and to receive;
Like one of two contending in a prize,
That thinks he hath done well in peoples cycss
Hearing applause and vniuersall Choui,
Giddy in spirit, Atill gazing in a doubt,
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, sign'd,racified by you.

Por. You sec me Lord Baffario where I fand,
Such as I am; though for my felfe alone
I would not be ambitious in my wish,
To with 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 Rand high in your account,
I might in vertues,beautics, livings, friends,
Exceed account : but the full summe of me
Is fumme of something; which to terme in groffe,
Is an vnleffon'd gyrle, vnschoold, vnpradised,
Happy in this, the is not yet so old
Buc the may learne: happier then this,
She is not bred so dull, but she can learne;
Happicit of all, is that her gentle spirit
Commits it selfe to yours, to be dire&ed
As from her Lord, het Gouernor, her King.
My felfe, and what is minc, co you and

Is now conuerted. But now I was the Lord
Of this faire mansion,master of my feruants,
Queene ore iny selfc; and euen now, but now,
This house, these seruants, and this fame my felfe



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

Baf. Madanıc you hauc bercft me of all words,
Onclý my blood Ipeakes to you in my veines,
And there is such confusion in my powers,
As after some Oration fairely spoke
By a beloued Prince, there doch appeare
Among the buzzing pleased multitude.

cuery something being blent together,
Turnes to a wilde of nothing, sauc of ioy
Exprest, and not expreft: but when this ring
Parts from this finger,then parts life from hence,
O then be bold to say Batanio is dead.

Nor.My Lord and Lady,it is now our time
That haue food by and seene our wishes prosper,
To cry good ioy.goodioy my Lord and Lady.

Gra. My Lord Ballanio, 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 meanc to Solemnize
The bargaine of your faith:I do beseech you
Euen at that time I may be married to.

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

Gra.I thanke your Lordship, you hawe got me one,
My eies 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 Iswet againe,
And swearing till my very roofe was dry,
With oathes of loue, ac laft, if promise latt:
Igor a promise of this faire one here,


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

Por. Is this true, Nerrijfsa?
Ner. Maddam it is, so you stand pleas'd withall.
Buff. And do you Gratiano meanc 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 fake downe ?

Gra.No,we shall nere win ac chat sport and Atake downc.
But who comes heere, Lorenzo and his infidell:
What,and my oldc venetian friend,Salerio?

Enter Lorenzo, leffica, and Salerio a messenger

from Venice,
Bas Lorenzo and Salerio, welcome hither,
If that the youth of my new intreft hecke
Haue power to bid you welcome : by your leaue
I bidiny very 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 scene you heere,
Buc meeting with Salerio by the way,
He did entreate me past all saying nay,
Tó come with him along.

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

Ball.Ere lope his Letter,
I pray you tell me how my good friend doth.

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

He opens the Letter.
Gra. Nerrissa,cheere yon Atranger, bid her welcome.
Your hand Salerio, what's the newes from Veniccs


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 lost,

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

Ball. O sweete Portia,
Heere are a few of the vnpleasantst words
That euer blotted paper. Gentle Lady,
When I did first impart my love 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 ftare was nothing, I Ihould then hauc told you
That I was worse then nothing; for indeed
Ihaue ingag'd my felfe to a deere 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 every word in it a gaping wound,
Issuing life blood. But is it truc Salerio?
Hath all his ventures faild ? what,not onc hit,
From Tripolis, from Mexico, and England,
From Lisbon, Barbary, and India,
And not onc vefsellscape the dreadfull.couch
Of Merchant-marsing rocks?

Sal. Not one my Lord.
Besides,it Mhould appeare

chat if he had.


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