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VVhich I will pra&ise.

Nor. VVhy, shall we turne tomen?

Por. Fie, what a question's that,
If thou wert nere a lewd interpreter :
But come, ile tell thee all my whole deuice
VVhen I am in my Coach, which stayes for vs
At the Parke gate; and therefore haft away,
For we must measure cwcoty miles to day.


Enter Closene and leffica.

Clo. Yes truly, for looke you, the finnes of the Father are to be laid vpon the children, crierefore I promise ye l feare you, I was alwayes plaine with you, and so now I speake iny agitation of the macrer: therefore be a good cheere, for truly I think you arc damn’d, ther is but one hope in it that can do you any good, and that is but a kind of bastard hope neither.

les. And what hope is that I pray thee?

Clo. Marry you may partly hope that your Father got you not that you are not the lowes daughter.

Ieffe. That were a kind of bastard hope indeede, so the fins of my snother should be vified vpon me. (lo

. Truely then I feare you are damn'd both by Father and Mother : thus when I shun Scilla your father, 1 fal inco Charibdia your mother; well, you are gone both wayes.

Jef. I shall be sau'd by my husband, he hath made me a chriAian.

clo. Truly the more to blame he; we were Chriftians enow before, e'nc as many as could well liue one by another: this making of Chriftians will raise the priceofhogs, if we grow all co be Porke-caters, we shall not shortly haue a rasher on the coles

for noney.

Enter Lorenzo

les Ile tel my husband Lancelet what you say, here he comeson Lor.I shall grow icalous of you shortly. Lanceles, if you thus

And hold your fortune for your bliffe,
Tuorme you where your Luty is,
And claime ber with a loving kille.

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

Por. You sec me Lord Baffario where I ftand,
Such as I am; though for my felfe alone
I would not be ambicious in my wish,
To wish my felfe much better yet for you,
I would be trebled twenty cimes my felfe,
A thousand times more faire, ten thousand times
More rich, chat oncly to Aand high in your account,
I might in vertues, beauties, livings, friends,
Exceed account : but the full fumomc of me
Is summc of something ; which to terme in groffe,
Is an voleffon'd gyrle, vnschool'd, vnpractised,
Happy in this, the is not yet so old
Bui she may learne: happier then this,
She is not bred so dull, but she can learne;
Happicit of all, is that her gentle {pirit
Commits it selfe to yours, to be dirc&ed
As from her Lord, her Gouernor, her King.
My felfe, and what is minc, to you and yours
Is now conuerted. But now I was the Lord
Of this faire manfion, master of my feruants,
Queenc orc my selfc; and cuen now, but now,
This house, these seruants, and this fame my felfe

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Are yours, my Lord, I give them 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,

Baff. Madanie,you haue bereft me of all words,
Onely my blood Ipcakes to you in my veincs,
And there is such confusion in my powers,
As after some Oracion fairely spoke
By a beloued Prince, there doch appeare
Among the buzzing pleased mulcitude.
Where cuery something being blent together,
Turnes to a wildc of nothing, Caue of ioy
Expreft, and not exprest: but when this ring
Parts from this finger,then parcs life from hence,
O then be bold to say Bassanio 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.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 wish none from me:
And when your honours meane to folemnize
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.

Gúm.I thanke your Lordship, you have 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 roofe was dry,
With oathes of loue, at lat, if promise laf:
I got a promise of this faire

one here,

: To

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

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

Gra.No,we shall nere win at that sport and take downc.
But who comes heere, Lorenzo and his infidell:
What,and my olde venctian 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 leaue
Ibidiny very friends and countrymen
Sweete Portia welcome.

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

Lor. I thanke your Honour for my part my Lord,
My purpose was not to haue scene you heere,
But mecting 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 Anobonio
Commends him to you.

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

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

He opens the Letter.
Gra.Nerrissa,cheerc 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 succeffe,
We are the lafons, we haue won the fleece.

Sal. I would you had won the Alcece that he hath lost.

Por. There are some shrewd contents in yonsame paper,
That Ateales the colour from Baffanios checke,
Some deare friend dead,elle nothing in the world
Could turne so much the constitution
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.

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 veincs, I was a Gentleman,
And then I told you true: and yet deere Lady,
Rating my Celfe at nothing, you shall see.
How much I was a Braggart,wben I told you
My state was nothing, I thould then bauc told you
That I was worse then nothing; for indeed
Ihaue ingag‘d my felfe to a decre friend,
Ingag'd my

friend to his meere 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,
Issuing life blood.But is it truc Salario?
Hath all his ventures faild ? what not one hit,
From Tripolis, from Mexico, and England,
Prom Lisbon, Barbary, and India,
And not onc vefsellscape the dreadfull touch
Of Merchant-marring rocks?

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


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