Of the right casket, never in my life Por. To these injunctions every one doth swear, That comes to hazard for my worthless self. 601 Ar. And so have I addrest me: Fortune now To my heart's hope!-Gold, silver, and base lead. Who chuseth me, must give and hazard all he hath: You shall look fairer, ere I give, or hazard. What says the golden chest ? ha! let me see :Who chuseth me, shall gain what many men desire. What many men desire, meant That many may be Of the fool multitude, that chuse by show, Without the stamp of merit? Let none presume To wear an undeserved dignity. 620 Were Were not deriv'd corruptly! and that clear honour How much low peasantry would then be gleaned From the true seed of honour? and how much honour 630 Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times, Por. Too long a pause for that which you find there. Ar. What's here? the portrait of a blinking idiot, How much unlike my hopes, and my deservings! Is that my prize ? are my deserts no better? And of opposed natures. 642 The fire seven times tried this; Some there be, that shadows kiss; 650 There There be fools alive, I wis, Ar. Still more fool I shall appear Sweet, adieu! I'll keep my oath, Por. Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth. Por. Come, draw the curtain, Nerissa. Enter a Servant. Serv. Where is my lady? A young Venetian, one that comes before 660 [Exit. 670 From whom he bringeth sensible regreets; Gifts of rich value; yet I have not seen So likely an embassador of love: To To show how costly summer was at hand, 680 Por. No more, I pray thee, I am half afeard, Thou wilt say anon, he is some kin to thee, Thou spend'st such high-day wit in praising him.Come, come, Nerissa; for I long to see Quick Cupid's post, that comes so mannerly. Ner. Bassanio, lord love, if thy will it be! [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. A Street in Venice. Enter SALANIO and SALARINO.. Sala. Now, what news on the Rialto? Sal. Why, yet it lives there uncheck'd, that Anthonio hath a ship of rich lading wreck'd on the narrow seas; the Goodwins, I think they call the place; a very dangerous flat, and fatal, where the carcases of many a tall ship lie buried, as they say, if my gossip report be an honest woman of her word. Sala. I would she were as lying a gossip in that, as ever knapt ginger, or made her neighbours believe she wept for the death of a third husband: But it is true,-without any slips of prolixity, or crossing the plain high-way of talk,-that the good Anthonio, the honest Anthonio, O that I had a title good enough to keep his name company !Sal. Come the full stop. 14 Sala. Sala. Ha, what say'st thou?-Why the end is, he hath lost a ship. Sal. I would it might prove the end of his losses ! Sala. Let me say amen betimes, lest the devil cross thy prayer; for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew. 21 Enter SHYLOCK. How now, Shylock? what news among the merchants? Shy. You knew, none so well, none so well as you, of my daughter's flight. Sal. That's certain; I, for my part, knew the taylor that made the wings she flew withal. Sala. And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird was fledge; and then it is the complexion of them all to leave the dam. Shy. She is damn'd for it. 30 Sal. That's certain, if the devil may be her judge. Shy. My own flesh and blood to rebel! Sala. Out upon it, old carrion! rebels it at these years? Shy. I say, my daughter is my flesh and blood. Sal. There is more difference between thy flesh and hers, than between jet and ivory; more between your bloods, than there is between red wine and rhenish :But tell us, do you hear, whether Anthonio have had any loss at sea or no? 40 Shy. There I have another bad match: a bank rupt, a prodigal, who dare scarce shew his head on the |