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His borrow'd purse.Well, Jessica, go in;
[Exit. Jes. Farewell: and if my fortune be not crost, I have a father, you a daughter, lost. [Exit.
Enter GRATIANO and SALARINO, masqued. Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lorenzo Desir'd us to make stand. 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
Gra. That ever holds: Who riseth from a feast,
7 Decorated with flags.
How like the prodigal doth she return;
Salar. Here comes Lorenzo ;-more of this here
after. Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long
abode; Not I, but my affairs, have made 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 who love I so much? And now who knows, But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that
Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer.
They in themselves, good sooth, are too too light.
So are you, sweet,
Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself With some more ducats, and be with you straight.
[Exit, from above. Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew.
Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily :
Enter JESSICA, below.
[Exit with JESSICA and SALARINO.
Ant. Who's there?
Ant. Fye, fye, Gratiano? where are all the rest?
Gra, I am glad on't; I desire no more delight, Than to be under sail, and gone to-night. [Exeunt.
Belmont. A Room in Portia's House,
Flourish of Cornets. Enter Portia, with the Prince
of Morocco, and both their Trains.
Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription
Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire.
Mor. Some god direct my judgment! Let me see, I will survey the inscriptions back again : What
this leaden casket ? Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath. Must give-For what? for lead? hazard for lead? This casket threatens: Men, that hazard all, Do it in hope of fair advantages: A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross; I'll then nor give, nor hazard, aught for lead.
What says the silver, with her virgin hue? Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. As much as he deserves ?-Pause there, Morocco, And weigh thy value with an even hand: If thou be'st rated by thy estimation, Thou dost deserve enough ; and yet enough May not extend so far as to the lady ; And yet to be afeard of my deserving, Were but a weak disabling of myself. As much as I deserve !-Why, that's the lady: I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes, In graces, and in qualities of breeding; But more than these, in love I do deserve. What if I stray'd no further, but chose here? Let's see once more this saying grav'd in gold: Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire. Why, that's the lady; all the world desires her: From the four corners of the earth they come, To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint. The Hyrcanian deserts, and the vasty wilds Of wide Arabia, are as through-fares now, For princes to come view fair Portia : The watery kingdoin, whose ambitious head Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar To stop the foreign spirits ; but they come, As o'er a brook, to see fair Portia. One of these three contains her heavenly picture. Is't like, that lead contains her ? 'Twere damnation, To think so base a thought; it were too gross To rib 8 her cerecloth in the obscure grave. Or shall I think, in silver she's immur'd,