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His hour is almost past. Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour, For lovers ever run before the clock.
Sdlar. O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly To seal love's bonds new made, than they are wont, To keep obliged faith unforfeited!
Gra. That ever holds : Who riseth from a feast, With that keen appetite that he sits down? Where is the horse that doth untread again His tedious measures with the unbated fire That he did pace them first? All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. How like a younker, or a prodigal, The scarfedi bark puts froin her native bay, Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind ! How like the prodigal doth she return, With over-weather'd ribs, and ragged sails, Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind!
Enter Lorenzo. Salar. Here comes Lorenzo ;-more of this here
after. Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long
abode ; Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait;
shall please to play the thieves for wives, I'll watch as long for you then.—Approach;. Here dwells my father Jew :-Ho! who's within?
Enter Jessica above, in boy's clothes. Jes. Who are you? Tell me, for more certainty, Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue.
Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love.
Jes. Lorenzo, certain; and my love, indeed; For who love I so much? And now who knows, But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that
(1) Decorated with flags.
Jes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains. I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me, For I am much ashamed of my exchange: But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy.
Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer.
Jes. What, must I hold a candle to my shames?
So are you, sweet,
Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself With some more ducats, and be with you straight.
[Exit, from above. Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew.
Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily:
Enter Jessica, below.
[Exit with Jessica and Salarino.
Enter Antonio. Ant. Who's there? Gra. Signior Antonio? Ant. Fie, fie, Gratiano? where are all the rest ? 'Tis nine o'clock; our friends all stay for you: No masque to-night; the wind is come about, Bassanio presently will go aboard :
I have sent twenty out to seek for you.
Gra. I am glad on't; I desire no more delight, Than to be under sail, and gone to-night. (Ewe. SCENE VII.-Belmont. A room in Portia's
house. Flourish of cornets. Enter Portia, with the prince of Morocco, and both their trains.
Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover The several caskets to this noble prince :Now make your choice.
Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire. The second ; silver, which this promise carries ;-Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt;Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath. How shall I know if I do choose the right?
Por. The one of them contains my picture, prince; If you choose that, then I am yours withal. Mor. Some god direct my judyment ! Let me
see, I will survey the inscriptions back again : What says this leaden casket? Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath. Must give-For what? for lead? hazard for lead? This casket threatens : Men, that hazard all, Do it in hope of fair advantages : A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross; I'll then nor give, nor hazard, aught for lead. What says the silver, with her virgin hue? IV ho chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. As much as he deserves ?-Pause there, Morocco, And weigh thy value with an even hand : If thou be'st rated by thy estimation, Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough May not extend so far as to the lady ; And yet to be afeard of my deserving, Were but a weak disabling of myself. As much as I deservc!- Why, that's the lady:
I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes,
there, Then I am yours. (He unlocks the golden casket. Mor.
O hell! what have we here?
All that glisters is not gold,
Many a man his life hath sold,
Fare you well; your suit is cold.
Then, farewell, beat; and, welcome, frost.--
go; Let all of his complexion choose me so. (Exeunt. SCENE VIII. - Venice. A street. Enter Sa
larino and Salanio. Salar. Why man, I saw Bassanio under sail; With him is Gratiano gone along; And in their ship, I am sure, Lorenzo is not. Salan. The villain Jew with outcries rais'd the
duke; Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship.
Salar. He came too late, the ship was under sail : But there the duke was given to understand, That in a gondola were seen together Lorenzo and his amorous Jessica : Besides, Autonio certify'd the duke, They were not with Bassanio in his ship.
Salan. I never heard a passion so confus'd, So strange, outrageous, and so variable, As the dog Jew did utter in the streets : My daughter !-O my ducats !--O my daughter ! Fled with a Christian2-Oiny Christian ducats!Justice! the law ! my ducats, and my daughter! A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats, Of double ducats, stoln from me by my daughter ! And jewels ; two stones, two rich and precious