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Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's bloodin's belly than will sup a flea. rm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man; I'll flash; I'í. it by the sword:—I pray you, let me borrow my arms again. Dum. Room for the incensed worthies. Cost. I’ll do it in my shirt. Dum. Most resolute Pompey' Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole lower. Do you not see, Pompey is uneasing for the combat? What mean you? you will lose your reputation. Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; I will not combat in my shirt. Dum. You may not deny it; Pompey hath made the challenge. Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. Biron. What reason have you for to Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; I go woolward for penance. %. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome for want of linen; since when, I'll be sworn, he wore none, but a dish-clout of Jaquenetta's; and that 'a wears next his heart, for a favour.
Mer. God save you, madam | Prin. Welcome, Mercade; But that thou interrupt'st our merriment. Mer. I am sorry, madam ; for the news I bring, Is heavy in my tongue. The king your fatherPrin. Dead, for my life. Mer. Even so ; my tale is told. [cloud. Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath: I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a soldier. [Exeunt Worthies. King. How fares your majesty’ Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night. King. Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay. Prin. Prepare, I say.—I thank you, gracious |...}. For all your fair endeavours; and entreat, Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide, The liberal opposition of our spirits: If over-boldly we have borne ourselves In the converse of breath, your gentleness Was guilty of .." ... worthy lord' A heavy heart bears not an humble tongue: Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks For my great suit so easily obtain'd. King. The extreme parts of time extremely form All causes to the purpose of his speed; And often, at his very loose, decides That, which long process could not arbitrate : And though the mourning brow of progeny Forbid the smiling courtesy of love, The holy suit, which sain it would convince; Yet, since love's argument was first on foot, Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it From what it purpos'd ; since, to wail friends lost, Is not by much so wholesome, profitable, As to rejoice at friends but newly found. Prin. I understand you not; my griefs are double. [grief;Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of And by these badges understand the king. For your fair sakes have we neglected time, Play'd o play with our oaths; your beauty, lales, Hath much deformed us, fashioning our humours Even to the opposed end of our intent. And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous, As love is full of unbefitting strains; All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain; Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye
Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms,
nesty; With three-fold love I wish you all these three. Dum. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife 2 - Kath. Not so, my lord;—a twelvemonth and a day, I'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers say : Come when the king doth to my lady come, Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some. Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then. Kath. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn again. Long. What says Maria? - Mar. At the twelvemonth's end, I'll .# my black gown for a faithful friend. Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is long.
Mar. The liker you; few taller are so young. Biron. Studies my lady ? mistress look on me, Behold the window of my heart, mine eye, What humble suit attends thy answer there; Impose some service on me i. thy love. Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Birón, Before I saw you : and the world's large tongue Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks; Full of comparisons and wounding flouts; Which you on all estates will execute, That lie within the mercy of your wit: To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain; And, therewithal, to win me, if you please, (Without the which I am not to be won, ) You shall this twelvemonth term, from day to day, Visit the speechless sick, and still converse With groaning wretches; and your task shall be, With all the fierce endeavour of your wit, To enforce the pained impotent to smile. Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be; it is impossible: Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace, Which shallow o hearers give to fools: A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it: then, if sickly ears, Deaf'd with the clamours of their own dear groans, Will hear your idle scorns, continue then, And I wils have you, and that fault withal; But, if they will not, throw away that spirit, And I shall find you empty of that fault, Right joyful of your reformation. [befall, "Biron. A twelvemonth? well, befall what will I'll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital. Prin. Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my leave. (To the King.) King. No, madam: we will bring you on your way. Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old play; Jack hath not Jill : these ladies' courtesy Might well have made our sport a comedy... [day, King. Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a And then 'twill end.
Biron. That's too long for a play.
Prin. Was not that Hector?
Dum. The worthy knight of Troy.
Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave; I am a votary; I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three years. But, most esteemed greatness, will you hear the dialogue that the two learned men have compiled, in praise of the owl and the cuckoo ! it should have followed in the end of our show.
scene,—Partly at Venice, and partly at Belmont, the Seat of Portia, on the Continent.
ACT I. Scene I.- Venice. A Street. Enter ANTONIO, SALARINo, and SALA Nio.
Ant. In sooth, I know not why I am so sad;
Salar. Your mind is tossing on the ocean;
Salan. Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth,
Salar. My wind, cooling my broth, Would blow me to an ague, when I thought What harm a wind too $o might do at sea. I should not see the sandy hour-glass run, But I should think of shallows and of flats; And see my wealthy Andrew dock'd in sand, Wailing her high-top lower than her ribs, To kiss her burial. Should I go to church, And see the holy edifice of stone, And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks? Which touching but my gentle vessel's side,
Would scatter all her spices on the stream;
Enter BAssanio, Lorenzo, and GRATIANo.
Salan. Here comes Bassanio, your most noble kinsman, Gratiano, and Lorenzo : Fare you well; We leave you now with better company. Salar. I would have staid till I i. made you
merry, If worthier friends had not prevented me. Ant. Your worth is very dear in my regard.
I take it, your own business calls on you,
yours. [Exeunt Salarino and Salanio. Lor, My lord Bassanio, since you have found ntonio,
We two will leave you : but, at dinner-time, I pray you, have in mind where we must meet. Bass. I will not fail you. Gra. You look not well, signior Antonio; You have too much respect upon the world: They lose it, that do buy it with much care. Believe me, you are marvellously chang'd. Ant. I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one. Pra. Let me play the fool: With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sitsike his grandsire cut in alabaster? Sleep, when he wakes 1 and creep into the jaundice By being peevish 2 I tell thee what, Antonio, I love thee, and it is my love that speaks;– There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, vity, profound conceit; As who should say, I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark 1 O, my Antonio, I do know of these, That therefore only are reputed wise, For saying nothing; who, I am very sure, [ears, If they should speak, would almost damn those Which, hearing them, would call their brothers, I'll tell thee more of this another time: [fools. But fish not, with this melancholy bait, For this fool's gudgeon, this opinion.— Come, good Lorenzo:—Fare ye well, a while; I'll end my exhortation after dinner. time: Lor. Well, we will leave you then till dinnerI must be one of these same dumb wise men, For Gratiano never lets me speak. [more, Gra. Well, keep me company, but two years Thou shalt not know the sound of thine own tongue. Ant. Farewell ; I'll grow a talker for this gear. Gra. Thanks, i'faith; for silence is only commendable In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible. Exeunt Gratiano and Lorenzo. Ant. Is that any thing now? Bass. Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice: . His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff; you shall seek all day ere you find them; and, when you have them, they are not worth the search. Anf. Well; tell me now, what lady is this same, To whom you swore a secret pilgrimage, That you to-day promis'd to tell me of Bass. "Tis not unknown to you, Antonio, How much I have disabled mine estate, By something showing a more swelling port Than my faint means would grant continuance: M or do I now make moan to be abridg'd Fron, such a noble rate; but my ofore Is, to come fairly off from the great debts, wherein my time, something too prodigal, Hath left me gaged. To you, Antonio, I owe the most, in money, and in love : And srom your love I have a warranty To unburthen all o plots, and purposes, How to get clear of all the debts I owe.
Ant. I pray you, good Bassanio, let me know it; And, if it iod, as you yourself still do, Within the eye of honour, be assur’d, My purse, my person, my extremest means, Lie all unlock'd to your occasions. Bass. In my school-days, when I had lost one I shot his fellow of the self-same flight son, The self-same way, with more advised watch, To find the other forth : and, by advent'ring both, I oft found both : I urge this childhood proof, Because what follows is pure innocence. I owe you much ; and, like a wilful youth, That which I owe is lost; but if you please To shoot another arrow that self way Which you did shoot the first, I do not doubt, As I will watch the aim, or to find both, Or bring your latter hazard back again, And thankfully rest debtor for the first. [time, Ant. You know me well; and herein spend but To wind about my love with circumstance : And, out of o you do me now more wrong, In making question of my uttermost, Than if you had made waste of all I have: Then do but say to me what I should do, That in your knowledge may by me be done, And I am press'd unto it: therefore, speak. Bass. In Belmont is a lady richly left, And she is fair, and, fairer than that word, Of wond’rous virtues ; sometimes from her eyesI did receive fair speechless messages: Her name is Portia; nothing undervalued To Cato's daughter, Brutus' Portia. Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth ; For the four winds blow in from every coast Renowned suitors: and her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece; Which makes her seat of Belmont, Colchos' strand, And many Jasons come in quest of her. O, my Antonio, had I but the means To hold a rival place with one of them, I have a mind presages me such thrift, That I should questionless be fortunate. Ant. Thou know'st, that all my fortunes are at Nor have I money, nor commodity [sea; To raise a present sum : therefore go forth, Try what my credit can in Venice do; That shall be rack'd, even to the uttermost, To furnish thee to Belmont, to fair Portia. Go, presently inquire, and so will I, Where money is; and I no question make, To have it of my trust, or for my sake. [Exeunt.
Scene II. Belmont. A Room in Portia's House. Enter Portia and NERISSA. Por. By my troth, Nerissa, my little body is aweary of this great world. - Ner. You would be, sweet madam, if your miseries were in the same abundance as your good fortunes are: And yet, for aught I see, they are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing: It is no mean happiness therefore, to be seated in the mean; supersluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer. Por. Good sentences, and well pronounced. Ner. They would do better, if well followed; Por. If to do were as easy, as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages, princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching. The brain may devise laws, for the blood; but a hot temper leaps over a cold decree such a hare is madness the youth, to skip o'er the meshes of good counsel the cripple. But this reasoning is not in the fashion to choose me a husband :-0 me, the word choose! I may neither choose whom . would, nor refuse whom I dislike; so...is the will of a living daughter curb’d by the will of a dead father:—Is it not hard, Nerissa, that I cannot choose one, nor refuse none 2 Ner. Your father was ever virtuous; and holy men, at their death, have good inspirations; therefore, the lottery, that he hath devised in these three chests, of gold, silver, and lead, (whereof who chooses his meaning, chooses you,) will, no doubt, never be chosen by any rightly, but one who you shall rightly love. But what warmth is there in your affection towards o of these princely suitors that are already come! Por. I pray thee, over-name them; and as thou namest them, I will describe them; and according to my description, level at my affection. Ner. First, there is the Neapolitan prince. Por. Ay, that's a colt, indeed, for he doth nothing but talk of his horse; and he makes it a great appropriation to his own good |. that he can shoe him himself: I am much afraid, my lady his mother played false with a smith. Ner. Then, is there the county Palatine. Por. He doth nothing but frown; as who should say, And if you will not have me, choose: he hears merry tales, and smiles not : I fear, he will prove the weeping philosopher, when he grows old, being so full of unmannerly sadness in his youth. I had rather be married to a death's head with a bone in his mouth, than to either of these. God defend me from these two' Le Bon? Ner. How say you by the French lord, Monsieur Por. God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man. In truth, I know it is a sin to be a mocker; But, he why, he hath a horse better than the Neapolitan's ; a better bad habit of frowning than the count Palatine: he is every man in no man: if a throstle sing, he falls straight a capering: he will fence with his own shadow: if I should marry him, I should marry twenty husbands: If he would despise me, I would forgive him; for if he love me to madness, I shall never requite him. Ner. What say you then to Faulconbridge, the young baron of England 1 Por. You know, I say nothing to him ; for he understands not me, nor I him : he hath neither Latin, French, nor Italian; and you will come into the court and swear, that I have a poor pennyworth in the English. He is a proper man's picture; But, alas! who can converse with a dumb show ! How oddly he is suited' I think, he bought his doublet in Italy, his round hose in France, his bonnet in Germany, and his behaviour every where. Ner. What think you of the Scottish lord, his neighbour? or. That he hath a neighbourly charity in him; for he borrowed a box of the ear of the Englishman, and swore he would pay him again, when he was able: I think, the Frenchman became his surety, and sealed under for another. Ner. How like you the young German, the duke of Saxony's nephew Por. Very vilely in the morning, when he is sober; and most vilely in the afternoon, when he is drunk: when he is best, he is little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast: and the worst fall that ever fell, I hope, I shall make shift to go without him. ser. If he should offer to choose, and choose the right casket, you should refuse to perform your father's will, if you should refuse to accept him. Por. Therefore, for fear of the worst, I pray thee, set a deep glass of Rhenish wine on the contrary casket: for, if the devil be within, and that temptation without, I know he will choose it. I will do anything, Nerissa, ere I will be married to a sponge. er. You need not fear, lady, the having an of these lords; they have acquainted me with their determinations: which is indeed, to return to their home, and to trouble you with no more suit; un
less you may be won by some other sort than your father's imposition, depending on the caskets. Por. If I live to be as old as Sibylla, I will die as chaste as Diana, unless I be obtained by the manner of my father's will : I am glad this parcel of wooers are so reasonable; for there is not one among them but I dote on his very absence, and I pray God grant them a fair departure. Ner. Do you not remember, lady, in your father's time, a Venetian, a scholar, and a soldier, that came hither in company of the Marquis of Montferratt Por. Yes, yes, it was Bassanio; as I think, so was he called. Ner. True, madam; he, of all the men that ever my foolish eyes looked upon, was the best deserving a fair lady Por. I remember him well; and I remember him worthy of thy praise.—How now ! what news? Enter a Servant. Serv. The four strangers seek for you, madam, to take their leave: and there is a fore-runner come from a fifth, the prince of Morocco; who brings word, the prince, his master, will be here to-night. Por. If I could bid the fifth welcome with so good heart as I can bid the other four farewell, I should be glad of his approach : if he have the condition of a saint, and the complexion of a devil, I had rather he should shrive me than wive me. Come, Nerissa.-Sirrah, go before.—Whiles we shut the gate upon one wooer, another knocks at the door. Exeunt. Scene III.—Venice. A public Place. Enter BAssa Nio and SHYLock. Shy. Three thousand ducats, well. Bass. Ay, sir, for three months. Shy. For three months, well. Bass. For the which, as I told you, Antonio shall be bound. Shy. Antonio shall become bound,-well. Bass. May you stead me? Will you pleasure me? Shall I know your answer Shy. Three thousand ducats, for three months, and Antonio bound. Bass. Your answer to that. Shy. Antonio is a good man. [contrary 7 Bass. Have you heard any imputation to the Shy. Ho, no, no, no, no ;-my meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me, that he is sufficient: yet his means are in supposition: he hath an argosy bound to Tripolis, another to the Indies; I understand moreover upon the Rialto, he hath a third at Mexico, a fourth for England, and other ventures he hath, squander'd abroad; But ships are but boards, sailors but men : there be land-rats, and water-rats, water-thieves, and land-thieves ; I mean, pirates ; and then, there is the peril of waters, winds, and rocks:—The man is, notwithstanding, sufficient; —three thousand ducats;–I think, I may take his Bass. Be assured you may. bond. Shy. I will be assured, I may ; and, that I may be assured, I will bethink me: May I speak with Antonio 2 Bass. If it please you to dine with us. Shy. Yes, to id: pork; to eat of the habitation which your prophet, the Nazarite, conjured the devil into ; I will buy with you, sell with you. talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you. What news on the Rialto 1–Who is he comes here 2 Enter ANTONIO, Bass. This is signior Antonio. Shy. (Aside.) How like a fawning publican he I hate him, for he is a Christian: looks : But more, for that, in low simplicity,