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Mor. Some god direct my judgment! Let me see, Por. A gentle riddance : - Draw the curtains I will survey the inscriptions back again :

go; What says this leaden casket ?

Let all of his complexion choose me so. [Ereunt. Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath, Must give -- For what? for lead ? hazard for lead?

SCENE VIII. – Venice. A Street, This casket threatens ; Men, that hazard all,

Enter SALARINO ani SALANIO. Do it in hope of fair advantages :

Salar. Why, man, I saw Bassanio under sail ; A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross ; With him is Gratiano gone along ; I'll then nor give, nor hazard, aught for lead. And in their ship, I am sure, Lorenzo is not. What says the silver, with her virgin hue ?

Salan. The villain Jew with outcries rais'd the Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves.

duke; As much as he deserves ? — Pause there, Morocco. Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship. And weigh thy value with an even hand :

Salar. He came too late, the ship was under sail ; If thou be'st rated by thy estimation,

But there the duke was given to understand,
Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough That in a gondola were seen together
May not extend so far as to the lady ;

Lorenzo and his amorous Jessica :
And yet to be afeard of my deserving,

Besides, Antonio certify'd the duke, Were but a weak disabling of myself.

They were not with Bassanio in his ship. As much as I deserve ! - Why, that's the lady: Salan. I never heard a passion so confus'd, I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes,

So strange, outrageous, and so variable, In graces, and in qualities of breeding;

As the dog Jew did utter in the streets : But more than these, in love I do deserve.

My daughter ! O my ducats ; - O my daughter ! What if I stray'd no further, but chose here ? — Fled with a Christian? - O my christian ducats Let's see once more this saying grav'd in gold : Justice ! the law! my ducats, and my daughter ! Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire. A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats, Why, that's the lady; all the world desires her: Of double ducats, slol'n from me by my daughter ! From the four corners of the earth they come, And jewels ; a stone, a rich and precious stone, To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint. Stol'n by my daughter ! - Justice! find the girl ! The Hyrcanian deserts, and the vasty wilds She hath the stone upon her, and the ducats ! Of wide Arabia, are as through-fares now,

Salar. Why, all the boys in Venice follow him, For princes to come view fair Portia :

Crying, - his stone, his daughter, and his ducats, The watery kingdom, whose ambitious head

Salan. Let good Antonio look he keep his day, Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar

Or he shall pay for this. To stop the foreign spirits; but they come,


Marry, well remember'd : As o'er a brook, to see fair Portia.

I reason'd 4 with a Frenchman yesterday ; One of these three contains her heavenly picture.

Who told me,

- in the narrow seas, that part Is't like, that lead contains her ? "Twere a sin The French and English, there miscarried To think so base a thought; it were too gross A vessel of our country, richly fraught : To rib 2 her cerccloth in the obscure grave.

I thought upon Antonio, when he told me; Or shall I think, in silver she's immur'd,

And wish'd in silence, that it were not his. Being ten times undervalued to try'd gold ?

Salan. You were best to tell Antonio what you O sinful thought! Never so rich a gem

hear; Was set in worse than gold. They have in England Yet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him. A coin that bears the figure of an angel

Salar. A kinder gentleman treads not the earth. Stamped in gold; but that's insculp'd 3 upon; I saw Bassanio and Antonio part : But here an angel in a golden bed

Bassanio told him, he would make some speed Lies all within. Deliver me the key ;

Of his return; he answer'd

Do not so. Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may !

Slubber 5 not business for my sake, Bassanio, Por. There, take it, prince, and if my form lie But stay the very riping of the time ; there,

And for the Jew's bond, which he hath of me, Then I am yours.

(He unlocks the golden casket. Let it not enter in your mind of love : Mor. What have we here?

Be merry; and employ your chiefest thoughts
A carrion death, within whose empty eye

To courtship, and such fair ostenis 6 of love
There is a written scroll? I'll read the writing. As shall conveniently become
All that glisters is not gold,

And even there, his eye being big with tears,
Often have you heard that told :

Turning his face, he put his hand behind him,

And with affection wondrous sensible
Many a man his life hath sold,

He wrung Bassanio's hand, and so they parted.
But outside to behold :

Gilded tombs do worms infold,

Salan. I think he only loves the world for him.
Had you been as wise as bold,

I pray thee, let us go, and find him out,
Young in limbs, in judgment old,

And quicken his embraced heaviness 7

With some delight or other.
Your answer had not been inscrold:


Do we so. [E reunt. Fare you well; your suit is cold.

SCENE IX.- Belmont. A Room in Portia's House. Cold, indeed ; and labour lost : Then, farewell, heat ; and, welcome, frost.

Enter NERISSA, with a Servant. Portia, adieu! I have too griev'd a heart

Ner. Quick, quick, I pray thee, draw the curtain To take a tedious leave: thus losers part. (Exit.


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The prince of Arragon hath ta'en his oath,

Ar. What's here ? the portrait of a blinking idiot, And comes to his election presently.

Presenting me a schedule! I will read it.

How much unlike art thou to Portia!
Flourish of Cornets. Enter the Prince of Arragon, How much unlike my hopes, and my deservings!
Portia, and their Trains.

Who chooseth me shall have as much as he deserves.
Por. Behold, there stand the caskets, noble prince: Did I deserve no more than a fool's head ?
If you choose that wherein I am contain'd,

Is that my prize? are my deserts no better?
Straight shall our nuptial rites be solemniz'd; Por. To offend, and judge, are distinct offices,
But if you fail, without more speech, my lord, And of opposed natures.
You must be gone from hence immediately.


What is here?
Ar. I am enjoin'd by oath to observe three things:
First, never to unfold to any one

The fire seven times tried this.
Which casket 'twas I chose; next, if I fail

Seven times tried that judgment is,

That did never choose amiss :
Of the right casket, never in my life
To woo a maid in way of marriage ; lastly,

Some there be, that shadows kiss :
If I do fail in fortune of my choice,

Such have but a shadow's bliss : Immediately to leave you and be gone.

There be fools alive, I wis', Por. To these injunctions every one doth swear,

Silver'd o'er; and so was this. That comes to hazard for my worthless self.

Take what wife you will lo bed, Ar. And so have I address'd 8 me: Fortune now

I will ever be

To my heart's hope ! — Gold, silver, and base lead. So begone, sir, you are sped.
Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath :

Still more fool I shall appear,
You shall look fairer, ere I give, or hazard.
What says the golden chest? ha! let me see: -

By the time I linger here :

With one fool's head I came to woo,
Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire.
What many men desire. That many may be meant

But I go away with two.

Sweet, adieu! I'll keep my oath,
By the fool multitude, that choose by show,
Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach :

Patiently to bear my wroth.
Which pries not to the interior, but, like the martlet,

(Exeunt Arragon, and Train. Builds in the weather on the outward wall,

Por. Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth.

O these deliberate fools! when they do choose,
Even in the force and road of casualty.
I will not choose what many men desire,

They have the wisdom by their wit to lose.

Ner. The ancient saying is no heresy ; -
Because I will not jump 9 with common spirits,
And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.

Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.
Why, then to thee, thou silver treasure house;

Por. Come, draw the curtain, Nerissa.
Tell me once more what title thou dost bear :

Enter a Servant.
Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves ;
And well said too; For who shall go about

Serv. Where is my lady ?
To cozen fortune, and be honourable


Here ; what would my lord ? Without the stamp of merit ? Let none presume

Serv. Madam, there is alighted at your gate To wear an undeserved dignity.

A young Venetian, one that comes before 0, that estates, degrees, and offices,

To signify the approaching of his lord :
Were not deriv'd corruptly! and that clear honour From whom he bringeth sensible regrets ? ;
Were purchas'd by the merit of the wearer! To wit, besides commends, and courteous breath,
How many then should cover that stand bare ? Gifts of rich value; yet I have not seen
How many be commanded, that command ? So likely an embassador of love:
How much low peasantry would then be glean'd A day in April never came so sweet.
From the true seed of honour? and how much honour To show how costly summer was at hand,
Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times,

As this fore-spurrer comes before his lord.
To be new varnish'd ? Well, but to my choice : Por. No more, I pray thee; I am half afeard,
Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves : Thou wilt say anon, he is some kin to thee,
I will assume desert ; — Give me a key for this. Thou spend'st such high-day wit in praising him
And instantly unlock my fortunes here.

Come, come, Nerissa; for I long to see
Por. Too long a pause for that which you find Quick Cupid's post, that comes so mannerly.


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SCENE I. Venice. A Street.

place; a very dangerous flat, and fatal, where the

carcases of many a tall ship lie buried, as they say, Enter Salario and SALARINO.

if my gossip report be an honest woman of her word. Salan. Now, what news on the Rialto ?

Salan. I would she were as lying a gossip in that Salar. Why, yet it lives there uncheck'd, that as ever knapp'd ginger, or made her neighbours Antonio hath a ship of rich lading wreck'd on the believe she wept for the death of a third husband : narrow seas; the Goodwins, I think they call the But it is true, - without any slips of prolixity, or

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Shy. Why there, there, there, there! a diamond Antonio, the honest Antonio, O that I had a gone, cost me two thousand ducats in Frankfort ! title good enough to keep his name company ! The curse never fell upon our nation till now; I Salur. Come, the full stop.

never felt it till now: - two thousand ducats in Salan. Ha, — what say'st thou ? Why the end that; and other precious, precious jewels.— I would, is, he hath lost a ship.

my daughter were dead at my foot, and the jewels Salar. I would it might prove the end of his in her ear! 'would she were hears'd at my foot, and losses !

the ducats in her coffin ! No news of them?— Why, Salan. Let me say amen betimes, lest the devilso: and I know not what's spent in the search : cross my prayer; for here he comes in the likeness Why, thou loss upon loss! the thief gone with so of a Jew.

much, and so much to find the thief; and no satisEnter SHYLOCK.

faction, no revenge: nor no ill luck stirring, but How now, Shylock ? what news among the mer- what lights o' my sloulders; no sighs, but o'my chants?

breathing ; no tears, but o' my shedding. Shy. You knew, none so well, none so well as Tub. Yes, other men have ill luck too; Antonio, you, of my daughter's flight.

as I heard in Genoa, Salar. That's certain; I, for my part, knew the Shy. What, what, what ? ill luck, ill luck? tailor that made the wings she flew withal.

Tub. - hath an argosy cast away, coming from Salan. And Shylock, for his own part, knew the Tripolis. bird was fledg'd.

Shy. Is it true? is it true? Shy. My own flesh and blood to rebel !

Tub. I spoke with some of the sailors that esSalar. There is more difference between thy flesh caped the wreck. and hers, than between jet and ivory; more between Shy. I thank thee, good Tubal ;. your bloods, than there is between red wine and good news : ha! ha!. Where? in Genoa ? Rhenish: But tell us, do you hear whether An- Tub. Your daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, tonio have had any loss at sea or no ?

one night, fourscore ducats. Shy. There I have another bad match: a bank- Shy. Thou stick'st a dagger in me: - I shall rupt, a prodigal, who dare scarce show his head on never see my gold again : Fourscore ducats at a the Rialto; - a beggar, that used to come so smug sitting ! fourscore ducats. upon the mart;- let him look to his bond: he was Tub. There came divers of Antonio's creditors wont to call me usurer ;- let him look to his bond : in my company to Venice, that swear he cannot he was wont to lend money for a Christian courtesy; choose but break. let him look to his bond.

Shy. I am very glad of it: I'll plague him ; I'll Salar. Why, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt torture him; I am glad of it. not take his flesh; What's that good for ?

Tub. One of them showed me a ring, that he had Shy. To bait fish withal : if it will feed nothing of your daughter for a monkey. else, it will feed my revenge.

He hath disgraced Shy. Out upon her! Thou torturest me, Tubal ; me, and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at it was my torquoise* ; I had it of Leah, when I was my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, a bachelor: I would not have given it for a wilderthwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated ness of monkeys. mine enemies; and what's his reason? I am a Jew : Tub. But Antonio is certainly undone. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, Shy. Nay, that's true, that's very true : Go, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the Tubal, fee me an officer, bespeak him a fortnight same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to before: I will have the heart of him, if he forfeit; the same diseases, healed by the same means, for were he out of Venice, I can make what merwarmed and cooled by the same winter and sum- chandize I will; Go, go, Tubal, and meet me at mer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not our synagogue; go, good Tubal ; at our synableed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you gogue, Tubal,

[Exeunt. poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the SCENE II. — Belmont. A Room in Portia's rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong

House. a Christian, what is his humility ? revenge ; If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance Enter Bassanio, Portia, Gratiano, Nerissa, and be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The vil

Attendants. The caskets are set out. lainy you teach me, I will execute; and it shall go Por. I pray you, tarry; pause a day or two, hard, but I will better the instruction.

Before you hazard; for in choosing wrong,

I lose your company; therefore, forbear a while : Enter a Servant.

There's something tells me, (but it is not love,) Serv. Gentlemen, my master Antonio is at his I would not lose you ; and you know yourself, house, and desires to speak with you both.

Hate counsels not in such a quality :
Salar. We have been up and down to seek him. But lest you should not understand me well,

(And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought) Enter TUBAL.

I would detain you here some month or two, Salan. Here comes another of the tribe; a third Before you venture for me. I could teach you, cannot be matched, unless the devil himself turn How to choose right, but then I am forsworn; Jew. [Exeunt Salan. Sala R. and Servant. So will I never be : Beshrew your eyes,

Shy. How now, Tubal, what news from Genoa ? They have o'er-look'd me, and divided me; hast thou found my daughter ?

One half of me is yours; the other half yours, Tub. I often came where I did hear of her, but cannot find her.

• A precious stone

Mine own, I would say ; but if mine, then yours, Obscures the show of evil? In religion,
And so all yours: 0! these naughty times What dangerous error, but some sober brow
Put bars between the owners and their rights; Will bless it, and approve it with a text,
And so, though yours, not yours.

Prove it so,

Hiding the grossness with fair ornament ?
Let fortune bear the blame of it, - not I.

There is no vice so simple, but assumes
I speak too long : but 'tis to peize 5 the time; Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
To eke it, and to draw it out in length,

How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false To stay you from election.

As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins Bass.

Let me choose; The beards of Hercules, and frowning Mars; For, as I am, I live upon the rack.

Who, inward search’d, have livers white as milk? Por. Upon the rack, Bassanio ? then confess And these assume but valour's countenance, What treason there is mingled with your love. To render them redoubted. Look on beauty,

Bass. None, but that ugly treason of mistrust, And you shall see 'tis purchas'd by the weight; Which makes me fear the enjoying of my love : Which therein works a miracle in nature, There may as well be amity and life

Making them lightest that wear most of it : 'Tween snow and fire, as treason and my love. So are those crisped 8 snaky golden locks,

Por. Ay, but, I fear, you speak upon the rack, Which make such wanton gambols with the wind, Where men enforced do speak any thing.

Upon supposed fairness, often known Bass. Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth. To be the dowry of a second head, Por. Well then, confess and live.

The scull that bred them, in the sepulchre. Bass.

Confess and love, Thus ornament is but the guiled 9 shore Had been the very sum of my confession :

To a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarf O happy torment, when my torturer

Veiling an Indian beauty ; in a word, Doth teach me answers for deliverance !

The seeming truth which cunning times put on But let me to my fortune and the caskets.

To entrap the wisest. Therefore, thou gaudy gold, Por. Away then : I am lock'd in one of them ; Hard food for Midas, I will none of thee : If you do love me, you will find me out.

Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge Nerissa, and the rest, stand all aloof.

'Tween man and man: but thou, thou meagre lead, Let musick sound while he doth make his choice, Which rather threat'nest than dost promise aught, Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end, Thy plainness moves me more than eloquence, Fading in musick : that the comparison

And here choose I: Joy be the con sequence! May stand more proper, my eye shall be the stream, Por. How all the other passions fleet to air, And wat'ry death-bed for him : He may win ; As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embrac'd despair, And what is musick then ? then musick is

And shudd’ring fear and green-ey'd jealousy.
Even as the flourish when true subjects bow O love, be moderate, allay thy ecstasy,
To a new-crowned monarch : such it is,

In measure rein thy joy, scant this excess;
As are those dulcet sounds in break of day, I feel too much thy blessing, make it less,
That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's ear, For fear I surfeit!
And summon him to marriage. Now he goes, Bass.

What find I here?
With no less presence 6, but with much more love,

(Opening the leaden casket. Than young Alcides, when he did redeem

Fair Portia's counterfeit? What demi-god The virgin tribute paid by bowling Troy

Hath come so near creation ? Move these eyes ? To the sea-monster: I stand for sacrifice,

Or whether, riding on the balls of mine, The rest aloof are the Dardanian wives,

Seem they in motion ? Here are sever'd lips, With bleared visages, come forth to view

Parted with sugar breath ; so sweet a bar The issue of the exploit. Go, Hercules !

Should sunder such sweet friends : Here in her hairs Live thou, I live: — With much much more dismay The painter plays the spider; and hath woven I view the fight, than thou that mak'st the fray. A golden mesh to entrap the hearts of men,

Faster than gnats in cobwebs : But her eyes, Musick, whilst BASSANIO Comments on the caskets How could he see to do them ? having made one, to himself.

Methinks, it should have power to steal both his, SONG.

And leave itself unfurnish'd: Yet look, how far

The substance of my praise doth wrong this shadow 1. Tell me, where is fancy7 breil,

In underprizing it, so far this shadow
Or in the heart or in the head ?

Doth limp behind the substance, -Here's the scroll,
How begot, how nourished ?

The continent and summary of my fortune.
Reply. 2. It is engender'd in the eyes,

You that choose not by the view,
With gazing fed ; and fancy dies

Chance as fair and choose as true!
In the cradle where it lies :

Since this fortune falls to you,
Let us all ring funcy's knell ;

Be content and seek no new.
I'll begin it, - Ding, dong, bell.

If you be well pleas'd with this,
Ding, dong, bell.

And hold your fortune for your bliss,

Turn you where your lady is, Bass. So may the outward shows be least

And claim her with a loving kiss. themselves; The world is still deceiv'd with ornament.

A gentle scroll; Fair lady, by your leave ; In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt,

[Kissing her. But, being seasond with a gracious voice,

I come by note, to give and to receive.

> Delay

* Dignity of mien

7 Love.

8 Curled.

9 Treacherous.

Like one of two contending in a prize,


Is this true, Nerissa ? That thinks he hath done well in people's eyes, Ner. Madam, it is, so you stand pleas'd withal. Hearing applause and universal shout,

Bass. And do you, Gratiano, mean good faith? Giddy in spirit, still gazing, in a doubt

Gra. Yes, 'faith, my lord. Whether those peals of praise be his or no :

Bass. Our feast shall be much honour'd in your So, thrice fair lady, stand I, even so;

marriage. As doubtful whether what I see be true,

Gra. But who comes here? Lorenzo, and his Until confirm’d, sign’d, ratified by you.

Por. You see me, lord Bassanio, where I stand, What, my old Venetian friend, Salerio ?
Such as I am : though, for myself alone,
I would not be ambitious in my wish,

Enter Lorenzo, Jessica, and Salerio. To wish myself much better; yet, for you,

Bass. Lorenzo and Salerio, welcome hither; I would be trebled twenty times myself ;

If that the youth of my new interest here A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times Have power to bid you welcome : - By your leave, More rich :

I bid my very friends and countrymen, That only to stand high on your account,

Sweet Portia, welcome. I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends,


So do I, my lord ; Exceed account; but the full sum of me

They are entirely welcome. Is sum of something ; which, to term in gross, Lor. I thank your honour:– For my part, my lord, Is an unlesson'd girl, unschool’d, unpractis'd : My purpose was not to have seen you here; Happy in this, she is not yet so old

But meeting with Salerio by the way, But she may learn; and happier than this,

He did entreat me, past all saying nay, She is not bred so dull but she can learn ;

To come with him along. Happiest of all, is, that her gentle spirit


I did, my lord, Commits itself to yours to be directed,

And I have reason for it. Signior Antonio As from her lord, her governor, her king.

Commends him to you. [Gives Bassanio a letter. Myself and what is mine, to you, and yours


Ere I ope this letter, Is now converted: but now I was the lord

I pray you, tell me how my good friend doth. Of this fair mansion, master of my servants,

Sale. Not sick, my lord, unless it be in mind; Queen o'er myself; and even now, but now, Nor well, unless in mind: his letter there This house, these servants, and this same myself, Will show you his estate. Are yours, my lord; I give them with this ring; Gra. Nerissa, cheer yon'stranger; bid her welcome. Which when you part from, lose, or give away, Your hand, Salerio : What's the news from Venice? Let it presage the ruin of your love,

How doth that royal merchant, good Antonio ? And be my vantage to exclaim on you.

I know, he will be glad of our success ; Bass. Madam, you have bereft me of all words, We are the Jasons, we have won the fleece. Only my blood speaks to you in my veins :

Sale. Would you had won the fleece that he hath lost! And there is such confusion in my powers,

Por. There are some shrewd contents in yon' As, after some oration fairly spoke

same paper, By a beloved prince, there doth appear

That steal the colour from Bassanio's cheek : Among the buzzing pleased multitude ;

Some dear friend dead; else nothing in the world Where every something, being blent ' together, Could turn so much the constitution Turns to a wild of nothing, save of joy,

Of any constant man. What, worse and worse ? Express'd and not express'd : But when this ring With leave, Bassanio; I am half yourself, Parts from this finger, then parts life from hence; And I must freely have the half of any thing 0, then be bold to say, Bassanio's dead.

That this same paper brings you. Ner. My lord and lady, it is now our time, Bass.

O sweet Portia, That have stood by, and seen our wishes prosper, Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words, To cry, good joy; Good joy, my lord and lady! That ever blotted paper! Gentle lady,

Gra. My lord Bassanio, and my gentle lady, When I did first impart my love to you, I wish you all the joy that you can wish;

I freely told you, all the wealth I had For, I am sure, you can wish none from me; Ran my veins, I was a gentleman ; And, when your honours mean to solemnize And then I told you true: and yet, dear lady, The bargain of your faith, I do beseech you, Rating myself at nothing, you shall see Even at that time I may be married too.

How much I was a braggart: When I told you Bass. With all my heart, so thou canst get a wife. My state was nothing, I should then have told you

Gra. I thank your lordship; you have got me one. That I was worse than nothing ; for, indeed,
My eyes, my lord, can look as swift as yours : I have engag'd myself to a dear friend,
You saw the mistress, I beheld the maid;

Engag'd my friend to his mere enemy,
You lov’d, I lov'd; for intermission

To feed my means. Here is a letter, lady;
No more pertains to me, my lord, than you. The paper as the body of my friend,
Your fortune stood upon the caskets there ; And every word in it a gaping wound,
And so did mine too, as the matter falls :

Issuing life-blood. But is it true, Salerio ?
For wooing here, until I sweat again ;

Have all his ventures fail'd? What, not one hit ? And swearing, till my very roof was dry

From Tripolis, from Mexico, and England,
With oaths of love ; at last, — if promise last, From Lisbon, Barbary, and India ?
I got a promise of this fair one here,

And not one vessel 'scape the dreadful touch
To have her love, provided that your fortune Of merchant-marring rocks?
Achiev'd her mistress.


Not one, my lord. 1 Blended,

Besides, it should appear, that if he had

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