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Int. Content, in faith : I'll seal to such a bond, That won three fields of Sultan Solyman,-
And say, there is much kindness in the Jew. I would out-stare the sternest eyes that look,

Bass. You shall not seal to such a bond for me, Out-brave the heart most daring on the earth,
I'll rather dwell' in my necessity.

Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she-bear,
Ant. Why, fear not, man; I will not forfeit it; Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey,
Within these two months, that's a month before To win thee, lady: But, alas the while !
This bond expires, I do expect return

If Hercules, and Lichas, play at dice of thrice three times the value of this bond. Which is the better man, the greater throw Shy. O father Abraham, what these Christians May turn by fortune from the weaker hand :

So is Alcides beaten by his page;
Whose own

hard dealings teaches them suspect And so may I, blind fortune leading me,
The thoughts of others! Pray you, tell me this ; Miss that which one unworthier may attain,
If he should break his day, what should I gain And die with grieving.
By the exaction of the forleiture ?

Por.

You must take your chance; A pound of man's flesh, taken from a man, And either not attempt to choose at all, Is not so estimable, profitable neither,

Or swear, before you choose,-if you choose wrong, As flesh of muttons, beefs, or goats. I say, Never to speak to lady afterward To buy his favour, I extend this friendship: In way of marriage; therefore, be advis'd. If he will take it, so; if not, adieu ;

Mor. Nor will not; come, bring me unto my And, for my love, I pray you, wrong me not.

chance. Ant. Yes, Shylock, I will seal unto this bond. Por. First, forward to the temple; after dinner

Shy. Then meet me forthwith at the notary's; Your hazard shall be made. Give him direction for this merry bond,

Mor.

Good fortune then! And I will go and purse the ducats straight;

(Cornets. See to my house, left in the fearful guard To make me bless'd'st, or cursed'st among men. Of an unthrifty knave; and presently

(Exeunt. I will be with you.

[Exit. Ant. Hie thee, gentle Jew.

SCENE II.-Venice. A street. Enter LaunceThis Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind.

lot Gobbo. Bass. I like not fair terms, and a villain's mind. Laun. Certainly my conscience will serve me to Ant. Come on: in this there can be no dis- run from this Jew, my master: The fiend is at mine may,

elbow; and tempts me, saying to me, Gobbo, LaunNy ships come home a month before the day. celot Gobbo, good Launcelot, or good Gobbo, er

(Éreunt. good Launcelot Gobbo, use your legs, take the

start, run away: My conscience says,-no; take

heed, honest Launcelot; take heed, honest Gobbo; ACT II.

or, as aforesaid, honest Launcelot Gobbo, do noi

run; scorn running with thy heels: Well, the most SCENE I.-Belmont. A room in Portia's house, courageous fiend bids me pack; via!' says the

Flourish of cornets. Enter the Prince of Mo- fiend; aray! says the fiend, for the heavens; rouse rocco, and his train ; Portia, Nerissa, and other up a brave mind, says the fiend, and run.' Well

, of her attendants.

my conscience, hanging about the neck of my heart,

says very wisely to me,-my honest friend LaunceMor. Mislike me not for my complexion, lol, being an honest man's son,-or rather an hoThe shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun, nest woman's son ;-for, indeed, my father did To whom I am a neighbour, and near bred. something smack, something grow to, he had a Bring me the fairest creature northward born, kind of taste;-well, my conscience says, LaunceWhere Phæbus' fire scarce thaws the icicles, lot, budge not ; budge, says the fiend budge not, And let us make incision for your love,

says my conscience: Conscience, say í, you counTo prove whose blood is reddest, his or mine. sel well; fiend, say I, you counsel well: to be I tell thee, lady, this aspect of mine

ruled by my conscience, I should stay with the Jew Hath fear'd; the valiant; by my love, I swear,

my master, who (God bless the mark!) is a kind The best-regarded virgins of our clime

of devil; and, to run away from the Jew, I should Have lov'd it too: I would not change this hue,

be ruled by the fiend, who, saving your reverence, Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen.

is the devil himself: Certainly, the Jew is the very Por. In terms of choice I am not solely led

devil incarnation; and, in my conscience, my conBy nice direction of a maiden's eyes :

science is but a kind of hard conscience, to offer to Besides, the lottery of my destiny

counsel me to stay with the Jew: The fiend gives Bars me the right of voluntary choosing. the more friendly counsel : I will run, fiend ; my But, if my father had not scantad me,

heels are at your commandment, I will run, And hedg'd me by his wit, to yield myself His wife, who wins me by that means I told you,

Enter old Gobbo, with a basket. Yourself, renowned prince, then stood as fair, Gob. Master, young man, you, I pray you; As any comer I have look'd on yet,

which is the way to master Jew's ? For my affection.

Laun. (Aside.] O heavens, this is my true beMor.

Even for that I thank you; gotten father! who, being more than sand-blind, Therefore, I pray you, lead me to the caskets, high-gravel blind, knows me not:-I will try conTo try my fortune. By this scimitar,

clusions with him. That slew the Sophy, and a Persian prince, Gob. Master young gentleman, I pray you,

which is the way to master Jew's ? (1) Abide.

Laun. Turn up on your right hand, at the next (2) Allusion to the eastern custom for lovers to testify their passion by cutting themselves in their (3) Terrified.

(4) Not precipitate. mistresses' sight.

15) Experiments.

turning, but, at the next turning of all, on your Enter Bassanio, with Leonardo, and other fol left; marry, at the very next turning, turn of no

lowers. hand, but turn down indirectly to the Jew's house.

Bass. You may do so ;-but let it be so hasted, Gob. By God's sonties, 'twill be a hard way to that supper be ready at the farthest by five of the hit. Can you tell me whether one Launcelot, that clock: See these letters deliver'd; put the liveries dwells with him, dwell with him, or no ?

to making; and desire Gratiano to come anon to Laun. Talk you of young master Launcelot ?

my lodging

[Exit a servant. Mark me now; [aside.] now will I raise the wa

*Laun. To him, father. ters-Talk you of young master Launcelot ? Gob. God bless your worship! Gob. No master, sir, but a poor man's son; his

Bass. Gramercy; Would'st thou aught with me? father, though I say it, is an honest exceeding poor Gob. Here's my son, sir, a poor boy, man, and, God be thanked, well to live.

Laun. Not a poor boy, sir, but the rich Jew's Laun. Well, let his father be what he will, we man; that would, sir, as my father shall specify,– talk of young master Launcelot.

Gób. He hath a great infection, sir, as one Gob. Your worship’s friend, and Launcelot, sir

. would say, to serve Laun. But I pray you ergo, old man, ergo, Í be

Laun. Indeed, the short and the long is, I serve seech you; Talk you of young master Launcelot ? the Jew, and I have a desire, as my father shall Gob. Or’Launcelot, an't please your mastership. specify,

Laun. Ergo, master Launcelot ; talk not of G06. His master and he (saving your worship’s master Launcelot, father; for the young gentleman reverence,) are scarce cater-cousins: (according to fates and destinies, and such odd Laun. To be brief, the very truth is, that the sarings; the sisters three, and such branches of Jew having done me wrong, doth cause me, as my learning, ) is, indeed, deceased; or, as you would father, being I hope an old man, shall frutify unto say, in plain terms, gone to heaven.

you, Gob. Marry, God forbid! the boy was the very Gob. I have a dish of doves, that I would bestaff of my age, my very prop. Lauin. Do I look like a cudgel, or a hovel-post,

stow upon your worship, and my suit is,

Laun. In very brief the suit is impertinent to a staff, or a prop ?-Do you know me, father ?

myself, as your worship shall know by this honest Gob. Alack the day, I know you not, young old man; and, though I say it, though old man, gentleman: but, I pray you, tell me, is my boy yet, poor man, my father. (God rest his soul!) alive, or dead ?

Bass. One speak for both;-What would you? Laun. Do you not know me, father ?

Laun. Serve you, sir. Gob. Alack, sir, I am sand-blind, I know you not. Gob. This is the very defect of the matter, sir. Laun. Nay, indeed, if you had your eyes, you Bass. I know thee well, thou hast obtained thy might fail of the knowing me: it is a wise father suit: that knows his own child. Well, old man, I will Shylock, thy master, spoke with me this day, tell you news of your son: Give me your blessing : And hath preferr'd thee, if it be preferment, truth will come to light; murder cannot be hid long, To leave a rich Jew's service, to become a man's son may; but, in the end, truth will out. The follower of so poor a gentleman.

Gob. Pray you, sir, stand up;'I am sure, you Laun. The old proverb is very well parted beare not Launcelot, my boy.

tween my master Shylock and you, sir ; you have Laun. Pray you, let's have no more fooling the grace of God, sir, and he hath enough. about it, but give me your blessing; I am Laun

Bass. Thou speak'st it well : Go, father, with celot, your boy that was, your son that is, your

thy son:child that shall be.

Take leave of thy old master, and inquire Gob. I cannot think you are my son.

My lodging out:--Give him a livery Laun. I know not what I shall think of that:

[To his followers. but I am Launcelot, the Jew's man; and, I am More guarded than his fellows': See it done. sure, Margery, your wife, is my mother.

Laun. Father, in:- I cannot get a service, no ;Gob. Her name is Margery, indeed: I'll be sworn, I have ne'er a tongue in my head.-Well; (looki thou be Launcelot, thou art mine own flesh and ing on his palm.) if any man in Italy have a fairer blood. Lord worshipp'd might he be! what a beard table, which doth offer to swear upon a book. -hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin, I shall have good fortune; Go to, here's a simple than Dobbin my thill-horse' has on his tail. line of life! here's a small trifle of wives : Alas,

Laun. It should seem then, that Dobbin's tail) fifteen wives is nothing; eleven widows, and nine grows backward; I am sure he had more hair on maids, is a simple coming-in for one man: and his tail,

than I have on my face, when I last saw him. then, to 'scape drowning thrice; and to be in peril Gob. J.ord, how art thou chang’d! How, dost of my life with the edge of a feather-bed ;—here thou and thy master agree? I have brought him a are simple 'scapes ! Well, if fortune be a woman, present; How 'gree you now?

she's a good wench for this gear.-Father, come; Laun. Well, well ; but, for my own part, as I I'll take my leave of the Jew in the twinkling of have set up my rest to run away, so I will not rest

(Exeunt Laun, and old Gob. till I have run some ground: my master's a very

Bass. I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on this; Jew: Give him a present! give him a halter : 1 These things being bought, and orderly bestow'd am famish'd in his service, you may tell every Return in haste, for I do feast to-night finger I have with my ribs. Father, I am glad you My best-esteem'd acquaintance; hie thee, go. are come; give me your present to one master

Leon. My best endeavours shall be done herein. Bassanio, who, indecd, gives rare new liveries : ir I serve not him, I will run as far as God has any

Enter Gratiano. ground.- rare fortune! here comes the man ; Gra. Where is your master ? to him, father; for I am a Jew, if I serve the Jew Leon.

Yonder, sir, he walks, any longer.

įEřit Leonardo (1) Shaft-horse (2) Ornamented.

(3) The palm of the hand extended.

an eye.

1

Gra. Signior Bassanio,

Salan. 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly or Bass. Gratiano!

der'd ; Gra. I have a suit to you.

And better, in my mind, not undertook. Bass.

You have obtain'd it. Lor. "Tis now but four o'clock; we have two Gra. You must not deny me; I must go with

hours you to Belmont.

To furnish us :-
Bass. Why, then you must ;-But hear thee,
Gratiano;

Enter Launcelot, with a letter.
Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice ;- Friend Launcelot, what's the news?
Parts, that become thee happily enough,

Laun. An it shall please you to break up this,
And in such eyes as ours appear not faults; it shall seem to signify.
But where thou art not known, why, there they show Lor. I know the hand : in faith, 'tis a fair hand;
Something too liberal; '--pray thee, take pain

And whiter than the paper it writ on,
To allay with some cold drops of modesty

Is the fair hand that writ. Thy skipping spirit; lest, through thy wild beha Gra.

Love-news, in faith. viour,

Laun. By your leave, sir. I be misconstrued in the place I go to,

Lor. Whither goest thou ? And lose my hopes.

Laun. Marry, sir, to bid my old master the Jew Gra.

Signior Bassanio, hear me: to sup to-night with my new master the Christian. If I do not put on a sober habit,

Lor. Hold here, take this :—tell gentle Jessica, Talk with respect, and swear but now and then, I will not fail her ;-speak it privately; go.Wear prayer-books in my pocket, look demurely ; Gentlemen,

(Exit Launcelot. Nay more, while grace is saying, hood mine eyes' Will you prepare you for this masque to-night? 'Thus with my hat, and sigh, and say, amen; (I am provided of a torch-bearer. Use all the observance of civility,

Salar. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight. Like one well studied in a sad ostenta

Salan. And so will I. To please his grandam, never trust me more.

Lor.

Meet me, and Gratiano, Bass. Well, we shall see your bearing."

At Gratiano's lodging some hour hence. Gra. Nay, but I bar to-night; you shall not

Salar. 'Tis good we do so. gage me

(Exerent Salar. and Salan. By what we do to-night.

Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica ?
Bass.
No, that were pity ;

Lor. I must needs tell thee all : She hath directed,
I would entreat you rather to put on

How I shall take her from her father's house;
Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends What gold, and jewels, she is furnish'd with;
That purpose merriment: But fare you well, What page's suit she hath in readiness.
I have some business.

If e'er the Jew, her father, come to heaven,
Gra. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest ; It will be for his gentle daughter's sake :
But we will visit you at supper-time. (Exeunt. And never dare misfortune cross her foot,

Unless she do it under this excuse, SCENE III.-The same. A room in Shylock's That she is issue to a faithless Jew. house. Enter Jessica and Launcelot.

Come, go with me; peruse this as thou goest:
Jes. I am sorry thou wilt leave my father so; Fair Jessica shall be my torch-bearer. [Ereunt.
Our house is hell, and thou, a merry devil,
Didst rob it of some taste of tediousness;

SCENE V.-The same. Before Shylock's house.
But fare thee well; there is a ducat for thee.

Enler Shylock and Launcelot.
And, Launcelot, soon at supper shalt thou see Shy. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy
Lorenzo, who is thy new master's guest :

judge, Give him this letter; do it secretly,

The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio: And so farewell; I would not have my father What, Jessica !-thou shalt not gormandize, See me talk with thee.

As thou hast done with me;-What, Jessica ! Laun. Adieu !-tears exhibit my tongue.-Most And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out;beautiful Pagan,-most sweet Jew! If a Christian Why, Jessica, I say! do not play the knave, and get thee, I am much

Laun.

Why, Jessica ! deceived: But, adieu ! these foolish drops do some Shy. Who bids thee call ? I do not bid thee call. what drown my manly spirit, adieu ! [Exit. Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me, I Jes. Farewell, good Launcelot.

could do nothing without bidding. Alack, what heinous sin is it in me, To be asham'd to be my father's child !

Enter Jessica. But though I am a daughter to his blood,

Jes. Call you? What is your will ?
I am not to his manners: O Lorenzo,

Shy. I am bida forth to supper, Jessica ;,
If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife; There are my keys :-But wherefore should I go,
Become a Christian, and thy loving wife. (Exit. I am not bid for love; they flatter me:
SCENE IV.-The same.

But yet I'll go in hate, to feed upon
A street. Enter Gra- The prodigal Christian. - Jessica, my girl,
tiano, Lorenzo, Salarino, and Salanio.

Look to my house:-I am right loath to go, Lor. Nay, we will slink away in supper-time; There is some ill a brewing towards my rest, Disguise us at my lodging, and return

For I did dream of money-bags to-night.
All in an hour.

Laun. I beseech you, sir, go; my young master
Gra. We have not made good preparation. doth expect your reproach.
Salar. We have not spoke us yet of torch Shy. So do I his.
bearers.

Laun. And they have conspired together,-I will

not say, you shall see a masque; but if you do, (1) Gross, licentious. (2) Show of stuid and serious demeanour.

13) Carriage, dcportment. (4) Invited.

then it was not for nothing that my nose fell a bleed- Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue. ing on Black-Monday last, at six o'clock i’the Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love. morning, falling out that year on Ash-Wednesday Jes. Lorenzo, certain ; and my love, indeed ; was four year in the afternoon.

For who love I so much? And now who knows, Shy. What! are there masques ? Hear you me, But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours ?. Jessica :

Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum,

thou art. And the vile squeaking of the wry-neck'd fife, Jes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains. Clamber not you up to the casements then, I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me, Nor thrust your head into the public street, For I am much asham'd of my exchange : To gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces : But love is blind, and lovers cannot see But stop my house's ears, I mean my casements; The pretty follies that themselves commit; Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter For if they could, Cupid himself would blush My sober house.-By Jacob's staff, I swear, To see me thus transformed to a boy. I have no mind of feasting forth to-night:

Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer. But I will go.-Go you before me, sirrah;

Jes. What, must I hold a candle to my shames? Say, I will come.

They in themselves, good sooth, are too, too light. Laun.

I will go before, sir. Why, 'tis an office of discovery, love; Mistress, look out at window, for all this;

And I should be obscur'd. There will come a Christian by,

Lor.

So are you, sweet, Will be worth a Jewess' eye. (Erit Laun. Even in the lovely garnish of a boy. Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha? But come at once; Jes. His words were, Farewell, mistress; nothing For the close night doth play the run-away, else.

And we are staid for at Bassanto's feast. Shy. The patch is kind enough; but a huge feeder, Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself Snail-slow in profit, and he sleeps by day With some more ducats, and be with you straight. More than the wild cat; drones hive not with me;

[Eril, from above. Therefore I part with him; and part with him Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew. To one that I would have him help to waste Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily: His borrow'd purse. --Well, Jessica, go in; For she is wise, if I can judge of her; Perhaps, I will return immediately;

And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true; Do, as I bid you,

And true she is, as she hath prov'd hersell; Shut doors after you: Fast bind, fast find; And therefore, like hersell, wise, fair, and true, A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. [Exit. Shall she be placed in my constant soul.

Jes. Farewell : and if my fortune be not crost, I have a father, you a daughter, lost. (Exit.

Enter Jessica, below.

What, art thou come ?-On, gentlemen, away, SCENE VI.-The same. Enter Gratiano and Our masquing mates by this time for us stay. Salarino, masked.

(E.cit with Jessica and Salarino. Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lorenzo Desir'd us to make stand.

Enter Antonio,
Salar.
His hour is almost past.

Ant. Who's there?
Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour, Gra. Signior Antonio ?
Por lovers ever run before the clock.

Ant. Fie, fie, Gratiano? where are all the rest ?
Salar. O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons dy 'Tis nine o'clock; our friends all stay for you :-
To seal love's bonds new made, than ihey are wont, No masque to-night; the wind is come about,
To keep obliged faith unforfeited !

Bassanio presently will go aboard : Gra. That ever holds: Who riseth from a feast, I have sent twenty out to seek for you. With that keen appetite that he sits down? Gra. I am glad on't; I desire no more delight, Where is the horse that doth untread again

Than to be under sail, and gone to-night. TEre. His tedious measures with the unbated fire

SCENE VII.-Belmont. A room in Portia's That he did pace them first? All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy’d.

house. Flourish of cornets. Enter Portia, with How like a younker, or a prodigal,

the prince of Morocco, and both their trains. The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,

Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover Hugr'd and embraced by the strumpet wind !

The several caskets to this noble prince :How like the prodigal doth she return, :

Now make your choice. With over-weatherd ribs, and ragged sails,

Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind !

Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire. Enter Lorenzo.

The second ; silver, which this promise carries ;Salar. Here comes Lorenzo; more of this here- Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. after.

The third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt;Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath. abode;

How shall I know if I do choose the right ? Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait;

Por. The one of them contains my picture, prince; When you shall please to play the thieves for wives, If you choose that, then I am yours withal. I'll watch as long for you therl.--Approach;

Mor. Some god direct my judgment! Let me Here dwells my father Jew:-llo! who's within ?

see,

I will survey the inscriptions back again :
Enter Jessica above, in boy's clothes.

What says this leaden casket ?
Jes. Who are you? Tell me, for more certainty, Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath.

Must give-For what? for lead? hazard for lead i (1) Decorated with Cats.

This carket threatens : Men, that hazard all,

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Do it in hope of fair advantages :

Salan. The villain Jew with outcries rais'd the A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross ;

duke ;
I'll then nor give, nor hazard, aught for lead. Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship.
What says the silver, with her virgin hue ? Salar. He came too late, the ship was under sail?
Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. But there the duke was given to understand,
As much as he deserves ?-Pause there, Morocco, That in a gondola were seen together
And weigh thy value with an even hand: Lorenzo and his amorous Jessica:
I thou be'st rated by thy estimation,

Besides, Antonio certify'd the duke,
Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough They were not with Bassanio in his ship.
May not extend so far as to the lady;

Salan. I never heard a passion so confus'd, And yet to be afeard of my deserving,

So strange, outrageous, and so variable, Were but a weak disabling of myself.

As the dog Jew did utter in the streets : As much as I deserve !-Why, that's the lady: My daughter !-O my ducats !-O my daughter! I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes,

Fled with a Christian ?-O my Christian ducats! In graces, and in qualities of breeding;

Justice! the law ! my ducats, and my daughter ! But more than these, in love I do deserve. A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats, What if I stray'd no further, but chose here; Of double ducats, stol'n from me by my daughter! Let's see once more this saying grav'd in gold: And jewels ; troo stones, two rich and precious Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire.

stones, Why, that's the lady; all the world desires her: Stoln by my daughter! Justice! find the girl. From the sour corners of the earth they come, She hath the stones upon her, and the ducats !! To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint. Salar. Why, all the boys in Venice follow him, The Hyrcanian deserts, and the vasty wilds Crying,-his stones, his daughter, and his ducats. Of wide Arabia, are as through-fares now,

Salan. Let good Antonio look he keep luis day, For princes to come view fair Portia :

Or he shall pay for this. The watery kingdom, whose ambitious head

Salar.

Marry, well remember'd: Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar

I reason'd' with a Frenchman yesterday; To stop the foreign spirits; but they come,

Who told me,-in the narrow seas, that part As o'cr a brook, to see sair Portia.

The French and English, there miscarried One of these three contains her heavenly picture. A vessel of our country, richly fraught: Is't like, that lead contains her? 'Twere damnation, I thought upon Antonio, when he told me; To think so base a thought; it were too gross

And wish'd in silence, that it were not his. To ril»' her cerecloth in the obscure grave.

Salan. You were best to tell Antonio what you Or shall I think, in silver she's immur'd, Being ten times undervalued to try'd gold? Yet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him. O sinful thought! Never so rich a gem

Salar. A kinder gentleman treads not the earth. Was set in worse than gold. They have in England I saw Bassanio and Antonio part: A coin, that bears the figure of an angel

Bassanio told him, he would make some speed Stamped in gold: but that's insculp'da upon; of his return; he answer'd-Do not so, But here an angel in a golden bed

Slubbere not business for my sake, Bassanio, Lies all within.-Deliver me the key;

But stay the very riping of the time; Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may! And for the Jero's bond, which he hath of me, Por. There, take it, prince, and if my form lie Let it not enter in your mind of love : there,

Be merry, and employ your chiefest thoughts Then I am yours.

(He unlocks the golden casket. To courtship, and such"fair ostents of love Mor.

O hell! what have we here? As shall conveniently become you there :
A carrion death, within whose empty eye And even there, his eye being big with tears,
There is a written scroll? I'll read the writing. Turning his face, he put his hand behind him,

And with affection wondrous sensible
All that glisters is not gold,

He wrung Bassanio's hand, and so they parted.
Often have you heard that told :
Many a inan his life hath sold,

Salan. I think, he only loves the world for him.
But my outside to behold:

I pray thee let us go, and find him out,
Gilded tombs do worms infold.

And quicken his embraced heaviness
Had you been as wise as bold,

With some delight or other.

Salar.
Young in limbs, in judgment old,

Do we so. (Ereunt.
Your answer had not been inscrol'd SCENE IX.-Belmont, A room in Portia's
Fare you well ; your suit is cold.

house. Enter Nerissa, with a servant. Cold, indeed; and labour lost: Then, farewell, heat; and, welcome, frost.

Ner. Quick, quick, I pray thee, draw the cur

tain straight;
Portia, adieu! I have too griev'd a heart The prince of Arragon has ta'en his oath,
To take a tedious leave: thus losers part. [Erit. And comes to his election presently.
Por. A gentle riddance:--Draw the curtains,

Flourish of cornets. Enter the prince of Arragon, Let all of his complexion choose me so. (Exeunt.

Portia, and their trains. SCENE VIII.-Venice. A street. Enter Sala Por. Behold, there stand the caskets, noble prince: rino and Salanio.

If you choose that wherein I am contain'd,

Straight shall our nuptial rites be solemniz'd; Salar. Why man, I saw Bassanio under sail ; But if you fail, without more speech, my lord, With him is Gratiano gone along;

You must be gone from hence immediately. And in their ship, I am sure, Lorenzo is not. Ar. I am enjoin'd by oath to observe three things (1) Enclose. (2) Engraven. (3) Conversed. (5) Shows, tokens. (4) To slubber is to do a thing carelessly

(6) The heaviness he is fond of.

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