Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands? organs, dimenfions, fenfes, affections, paffions? fedwith the fame food, hurt with the fame weapons, fubject to the fame difeafes, heal'd by the fame means? warm'd and cool'd by the fame winter and fummer, as a Chriftian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poifon us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, fhall we not revenge? if we are like you in the reft, we will refemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Chriftian, what is his humility? revenge: if a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his fufferance be by Chriftian example? why, revenge. The vil lány you teach me, I will execute and it fhall hard, but I will better the inftruction.

Enter a Servant.

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Serv. Gentlemen, my mafter Anthonio is at his houfe, and defires to speak with you both. Sal, We have been up and down to feek him.

Enter TUBAL.

Sala. Here comes another of the tribe; a third cannot be match'd, unlefs the devil himself turn Jew. [Exeunt SAL. and SALAN. Shy. How now, Tubal, what news from Genoa? haft thou found my daughter?

Tub. I often came where I did hear of her, but cannot find her?

Shy. Why, there, there, there, there! a diamond gone, coft me two thousand ducats in Frankfort ? the curfe never fell upon our nation 'till now; I never felt it till now:-two thousand ducats in that; and other precious, precious jewels.I

would,

would, my daughter were dead at my foot, and the jewels in her ear! 'would the were hears'd at my foot, and the ducats in her coffin! No news of them?Why fo:- and I know not what's fpent in the fearch: Why, thou lofs upon lofs! the thief gone with fo much, and fo much to find the thief; and no fatisfaction, no revenge: nor no ill luck ftirring, but what lights o' my fhoulder; no fighs, but o' my breathing; no tears, but o' my fhedding.

Tub. Yes, other men have ill luck too; Anthonio, as I heard in Genoa,

Shy. What, what, what? ill luck, ill luck? Tub. Hath an argofy caft away, coming from Tripolis ?

Shy. I thank God, I thank God :—Is it true? is it true?

Tub. I spoke with some of the failors that efcaped the wreck.

Shy. I thank thee, good Tubal ;-Good news, good news: ha! ha! -Where? in Genoa?

Tub. Your daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, one night, fourfcore ducats.

Shy. Thou stick 'ft a dagger in me:—I shall never fee my gold again: Fourfcore ducats at a fitting! fourfcore ducats!

Tub. There came divers of Anthonio's creditors in my company to Venice, that fwear he cannot choose but break.

Shy. I am glad of it, I'll plague him; I'll torture him; I am glad of it.

Tub. One of them fhewed me a ring, that he had of your daughter for a monkey. E

Shy,

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Shy. Out upon her! Thou torturest me, Tubal: it was my torquoife; I had it of Leah, when I was a batchelor: I would not have given it for a wil dernefs of monkies.

Tub. But Anthonio is certainly undone.

:

Shy. Nay, that's true, that's very true: Go, Tubal, fee me an officer, befpeak him a fortnight before I will have the heart of him, if he forfeit for were he out of Venice, I can make what merchandize I will: Go, go, Tubal, and meet me at our fynagogue; go, good Tubal; at our fynagogue, Tubal. [Exeunt

SCENĖ IÍ. Belmont.

Enter BASSANIO, PORTIA, GRATIANO, and attendants:

The Cafkets are fet out.

Por. I pray you, tarry; pause a day or two, Before you hazard; for, in choofing wrong, I lofe your company; therefore, forbear a while There's fomething tells me (but it is not love), I would not lofe you; and you know yourself Hate counfels not in fuch a quality :

you

But left you should not understand me well
(And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought),
I would detain you here fome month or two,
I could teach
Before you venture for me.
How to choose right; but I am then forsworn ;
So will I never be: fo you may mifs me;
But if you do, you'll make me wish a fin,
That I had been forfworn. Befhrew your eyes,
They have o'er-look'd me, and divided me;
One half of me is yours, the other half yours,-

Mine own, I would fay; but if mine, then yours,
And fo all yours: Oh! these naughty times
Put bars between the owners and their rights;
And fo, though yours, not yours.-Prove it so,
Let fortune go to hell for it,-
-not I.

I fpeak too long; but 'tis to peize the time;
To eke it, and to draw it out in length,
To ftay you from election,

Bal. Let me choose ;

For, as I am, I live upon the rack.

Por. Upon the rack, Baffanio? then confefs What treafon there is mingled with your love. Baff. None, but that ugly treafon of mistrust, Which makes me fear the enjoying of my love : There may as well be amity and life

"Tween fnow and fire, as treason and my love.
Por. Ay, but, I fear, you speak upon the rack,
Where men enforced do fpeak any thing.
Bal. Promife me life, and I'll confefs the truth,
Por. Well then confefs and live.

Bal. Confefs and love,

Had been the very fum of my confeffion :
O happy torment, when my torturer

Doth teach me anfwers for deliverance!
But let me to my fortune and the caskets.

Por. Away then; I am lock'd in one of them:
If you do love me, you will find me out.
Neriffa, and the rest, stand all aloof.-

Let mufick found while he doth make his choice;
Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end,
Fading in mufick; that the comparison

May ftand more proper, my eye fhall be the ftream
And wat❜ry death-bed for him: he may win';
And what is musick then? then mufick is

Even as the flourish, when true fubjects bow
To a new crowned monarch: fuch it is,
As are thofe dulcet founds in break of day,
That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's ear,
And fummon him to marriage. Now he goes,
With no lefs prefence, but with much more love,
Than young Alcides, when he did redeem
The virgin-tribute, paid by howling Troy
To the fea-monster: I stand for facrifice;
The reft aloof are the Dardanian wives,—
With bleared vifages come forth to view
The iffue of the exploit. Go, Hercules!
Live thou, I live:-With much, much more difmay
I view the fight, than thou that mak'ft the fray.
[Mufick within.

Afong, whilft BASSANIO comments on the cafkets to

Reply.

All.

Baff

bimfelf.

Tell me, where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?

It is engender'd in the eyes,

With gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies:

Let us all ring fancy's knell,
I'll begin it,Ding dong, bell.
Ding dong, bell.

So may

themfelves;

the outward fhews be least

The world is ftill deceiv'd with ornament.
In law, what plea fo tainted and corrupt,
But, being feafon'd with a gracious voice,
Obfcures the fhow of evil? In religion,

What