Should fall as Jacob's hire, the ewes, being Exact the penalty. In end of autumn turned to the rams; [rank, This was the way to thrive, and he was blest: A thing not in his power to bring to pass, of Was this inserted to make interest good? Ant. round sum. Sky. Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, Ant. I am as like to call thee so again, Shy. Why, look you, how you storm! I would be friends with you, and have your love, [with, Ant. This were kindness. This kindness will I show.- Ant. Content, in faith: I'll seal to such a And say there is much kindness in the Jew. Ant. Why, fear not, man; I will not for feit it: Whose own hard dealing teaches them suspect If he should break his day, what should I gain A pound of man's flesh taken from a man, [Exit. Bass. I like not fair terms and a villain's Ant. Come on in this there can be no dismay; My ships come home a month before the day. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I.-Belmont. A Room in Portia's Flourish of cornets. Enter the Prince of est Gobbo;" or, as aforesaid, honest Launcelot Gobbo; do not run; scorn running with thy heels." Well, the most courageous fiend bids me pack: Via!" says the fiend; away!" says the fiend; "for the heavens, rouse up a brave mind," says the fiend," and run.' Well, my conscience, hanging about the neck of my heart, says very wisely to me, Το prove whose blood is reddest, his or mine. queen. " est man's son,"—or rather an honest woman's Por. In terms of choice I am not solely led bear, Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey, Por. Enter Old Gobbo, with a basket. Laun. [Aside.] O heavens, this is my true begotten father! who, being more than sandblind, high-gravel blind, knows me not :-I will try conclusions with him. Gob. Master young gentleman, I pray you, which is the way to master Jew's? Laun. Turn up on your right hand at the next turning, but, at the next turning of all, on your left; marry, at the very next turning, turn of no hand, but turn down indirectly to the Jew's house. Gob. By God's sonties, 'twill be a hard way to hit. Can you tell me whether one LaunceNever to speak to lady afterward [wrong, lot, that dwells with him, dwell with him or In way of marriage: therefore be advis'd. no? Mor. Nor will not. Come, bring me unto Laun. Talk you of young master Launcemy chance. [dinner lot?[Aside.] Mark me now; now will I Por. First, forward to the temple; after raise the waters. Talk you of young master Your hazard shall be made. Launcelot ? Mor. The Laun. Certainly, my conscience will serve me to run from this Jew, my master. fiend is at mine elbow, and tempts me, saying to me, "Gobbo, Launcelot Gobbo, good Launcelot," or "good Gobbo," or good Launcelot Gobbo, use your legs, take the ་་ Gob. Of Launcelot, an't please your mas- start, run away." My conscience says, No; of master Launcelot, father; for the young take heed, honest Launcelot; take heed, hon- gentleman (according to fates and destinies, [Exit a Servant. and such odd sayings, the sisters three, and desire Gratiano to come anon to my lodging. such branches of learning,) is, indeed, deceased; or, as you would say in plain terms, gone to heaven. Gob. Marry, God forbid! the boy was the very staff of my age, my very prop. Laun. [Aside.] Do I look like a cudgel or a hovel-post, a staff or a prop? Do you know me, father? Gob. Alack the day! I know you not, young gentleman: but I pray you, tell me, is my boy (God rest his soul!) alive or dead? Laun. Do you not know me, father? you not. Laun. To him, father. Gob. He hath a great infection, sir, as one would say, to serve, Laun. Indeed, the short and the long is, I serve the Jew, and have a desire, - as my father shall specify, Gob. His master and he (saving your worLaun. Nay, indeed, if you had your eyes, ship's reverence,) are scarce cater-cousins,you might fail of the knowing me: it is a wise Laun. To be brief, the very truth is, that the father that knows his own child. Well, old [Jew having done me wrong, doth cause me,→ man, I will tell you news of your son. Give as my father, being, I hope, an old man, shall me your blessing: truth will come to light; | frutify unto you,murder cannot be hid long, -a man's son may but, in the end, truth will out. Gob. Pray you, sir, stand up: I am sure you are not Launcelot, my boy. Laun. Pray you, let's have no more fooling about it, but give me your blessing: I am Launcelot, your boy that was, your son that is, your child that shall be. Gob. I cannot think you are my son. Laun. I know not what I shall think of that: but I am Launcelot, the Jew's man; and I am sure Margery, your wife, is my mother. Gob. Her name is Margery, indeed: I'll be sworn, if thou be Launcelot, thou art mine own flesh and blood. Lord, worshipped might he be! what a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin, than Dobbin my thili-horse has on his tail. Laun. It should seem, then, that Dobbin's tail grows backward: I am sure he had more hair on his tail, than I have on my face, when I last saw him. Gob. I have here a dish of doves, that I would bestow upon your worship; and my suit is, Laun. In very brief, the suit is impertinent to myself, as your lordship shall know by this honest old man: and, though I say it, though old man, yet, poor man, my father. Bass. One speak for both.-What would Gob. That is the very defect of the matter, sir. [thy suit: Bass. I know thee well, thou hast obtain'd Laun. The old proverb is very well parted between my master Shylock and you, sir: you have the grace of God, sir, and he hath enough. Bass. Thou speaks't it well.-Go, father, with thy son Take leave of thy old master, and enquire Gob. Lord, how art thou changed! How dost thou and thy master agree. I have brought him a present. How 'gree you now! More guarded than his fellows; see it done. Laun. Well, well: but, for mine own part, Laun. Father, in.-I cannot get a service, as I have set up my rest to run away, so I will no; I have ne'er a tongue in my head. Well, not rest till I have run some ground. My mas-[Looking on his palm;] if any man in Italy ter's a very Jew: give him a present! give him have a fairer table, which doth offer to swear a halter: I am famished in his service; you upon a book. I shall have good fortune. Go may tell every finger I have with my ribs. to, here's a simple line of life! here's a small Father, I am glad you are come : give me your trifle of wives! alas, fifteen wives is nothing! present to one master Bassanio, who, indeed, gives rare new liveries: if I serve not him, I will run as far as God has any ground.-O rare fortune! here comes the man-to him, father; for I am a Jew, if I serve the Jew any longer. Enter Bassanio, with Leonardo, and other followers. eleven widows, and nine maids, is a simple coming-in for one man; and then, to 'scape drowning thrice, and to be in peril of my life with the edge of a feather-bed,-here are simple 'scapes! Well, if fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear.--Father, come; I'll take my leave of the Jew in the twinkling of an eye. [Exeunt Launcelot and Old Gobbo. Bass. I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on this: [stow'd, Bass. You may do so:-but let it be so basted, that supper be ready at the very farthest by five of the clock. See these letters delivered; put the liveries to making; and These things being bought, and orderly be Something too liberal. Pray thee, take pain I be misconstru'd in the place I go to, Gra. Signior Bassanio, hear me : Gra. And I must to Lorenzo and the rest : SCENE III.-Venice. A Room in Shylock's Enter Jessica and Launcelot. Jes. I am sorry thou wilt leave my father so: thee, I am much deceived. But, adieu! these Jes. Farewell, good Launcelot.- SCENE IV.-Venice. A Street. Enter Gratiano, Lorenzo, Salarino, and Lor. Nay, we will slink away in supper-time, Gra. We have not made good preparation. Enter Launcelot, with a letter. Laun. By your leave, sir, Salar. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it Salan. And so will I. Meet me and Gratiano [Exeunt Salar. and Salan. Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica ? Lor. I must needs tell thee all. She hath directed How I shall take her from her father's house; What gold and jewels she is furnish'd with; What page's suit she hath in readiness. If e'er the Jew her father come to heaven, It will be for his gentle daughter's sake: And never dare misfortune cross her foot, Unless she do it under this excuse,Laun. Adieu!-tears exhibit my tongue. That she is issue to a faithless Jew. Most beautiful pagan,-most sweet Jew! If Come, go with me: peruse this as thou goesta Christian do not play the knave, and get Fair Jessica shall be my torch-bearer. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Venice. Before Shylock's House. Enter Shylock and Launcelot. Shy. Well, thou shalt see; thy eyes shall be thy judge, The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio :- Why, Jessica! [call. Shy. Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me I could do nothing without bidding. Enter Jessica. Jes. Call you? What is your will? Sky. I am bid forth to supper, Jessica : [go? There are my keys.-But wherefore should I I am not bid for love; they flatter me: But yet I'll go in hate, to feed upon The prodigal Christian.-Jessica, my girl, Look to my house.-I am right loath to go: There is some ill a brewing towards my rest, For I did dream of money-bags to-night. Laun. I beseech you, sir, go: my young master doth expect your reproach. Shy. So do I his. Laun. And they have conspired together, I will not say you shall see a masque; but if you do, then it was not for nothing that my nose fell a bleeding on Black-Monday last, at six o'clock i' the morning, falling out that year on Ash Wednesday was four year in the afternoon. Sky. What are there masques? Hear you me, Jessica: [drum, Lock up my doors; and when you hear the And the vile squeaking of the wry-neck'd fife, Clamber not you up to the casements then, Nor thrust your head into the public street, To gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces; But stop my house's ears,-I mean my case ments: Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter Laun. I will go before, sir.-[Aside to Jessica] Mistress, look out at window, for all this: There will come a Christian by, Will be worth a Jewess' eye. [Exit Laun. Sky. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha? Jes. His words were, "farewell, mistress;" nothing else. [feeder, Shy. The patch is kind enough; but a huge Snail-slow in profit, and he sleeps by day More than the wild cat: drones hive not with Enter Gratiano and Salarino, masked. Gra. This is the pent-house under which Desir'd us to make stand. [Lorenzo Salar. His hour is almost past. Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour, For lovers ever run before the clock. Salar. O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly To seal love's bonds new made, than they are To keep obliged faith unforfeited! [wont Gra. That ever holds: who riseth from a feast With that keen appetite that he sits down? The scarfèd bark puts from her native bay, Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode ; Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait : When you 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 whom love I so much? And now who knows But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? [pains. that thou art. Jes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me, For I am much asham'd 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 transformèd to a boy. Lor. Descend, for you must be my torchbearer. [shames? Jes. What, must I hold a candle to my They in themselves, good sooth, are too too Why, 'tis an office of discovery, love; [light. |