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Tub. I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped the wreck.
Shy. I thank thee, good Tubal.—Good news, good news : ha! ha!-Where? in Genoa ?
Tub. Your daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, one night, fourscore ducats.
Shy. Thou stick’st a dagger in me; -I shall never see my gold again. Fourscore ducats at a sitting! fourscore ducats !
Tub. There came divers of Antonio's creditors in my-company to Venice, that swear he cannot choose but break.
Shy. I am very glad of it: I'll plague him; I'll torture him: I am glad of it.
Tub. One of them showed me a ring, that he had of your daughter for a monkey.
Shy. Out upon her! Thou torturest me, Tubal: it was my turquoise : 1 I had it of Leah, when I was a bachelor. I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys.
Tub. But Antonio is certainly undone.
Shy. Nay, that's true, that 's very true. Go, Tubal, fee me an officer; bespeak him a fortnight before. I will have the heart of him, if he forfeit ; for were he out of Venice, I can make what merchandise I will. Go, go, Tubal, and meet me at our synagogue; go, good Tubal ; at our synagogue, Tubal.
A precious stone.
Belmont. A room in Portia's house.
Enter BASSANIO, PORTIA, GRATIANO, NERISSA, and
Attendants. The caskets are set out.
Por. I pray you, tarry; pause a day or two, Before
hazard ; for, in choosing wrong,
I could teach you
yours. 0! these naughty times
To eke it, and to draw it out in length,
Let me choose ;
upon the rack. Por. Upon the rack, Bassanio ? then confess What treason there is mingled with your love.
Bas. None, but that ugly treason of mistrust, Which makes me fear the enjoying of
love. There may as well be amity and life "Tween snow and fire, as treason and my love.
Por. Ay, but, I fear, you speak upon the rack,
Bas. Promise me life, and I 'll confess the truth.
Confess, and love,
Por. Away then. I am lock'd in one of them : If
you do love me, you will find me out. Nerissa, and the rest, stand all aloof.Let music sound, while he doth make his choice ; Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end, Fading in music : that the comparison May stand more proper, my eye shall be the stream, And watery death-bed for him. He may win; And what is music then ? Then music is Even as the forish, when true subjects bow To a new-crowned monarch : such it is, As are those dulcet sounds in break of day,
That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's ear,
Music, whilst Bassanio comments on the caskets to
Or in the beart, or in the head ?
With gazing fed ; and fancy dies
Let us all ring fancy's knell;
All. Ding, dong, bell,
· Dignity of mien.
Obscures the show of evil ? In religion.