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Of usance for my monies, and you'll not hear His wife, who wins me by that means I told This is kind I offer.
you, Ant. This were kindness.
Yourself, renowned prince, then stood as fair, Shy. This kindness will I show:
As any comer I have look'd on yet, Go with me to a notary, seal me there
For my affection. Your single bond; and, in a merry sport,
Mor. Even for that I thank you: If you repay me not on such a day,
Therefore, I pray you, lead me to the caskets, In such a place, such sum, or sums, as are To try my fortune. By this scimitar,Express'd in the condition, let the forfeit That slew the Sophy, and a Persian prince, Be nominated for an equal pound
That won three fields of Sultan Solyman,of your fair flesh, to be cut off and taken I would out-stare the sternest eyes that look, lo what part of your body pleaseth me. Out-brave the heart most daring on the earth, Ant. Content, in faith; I'll seal to such a Pluck the young suckling cubs from the she bond,
bear, And say, there is much kindness in the Jew. Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey,
Bass. You shall not seal to such a bond for To win thee, lady: But, alas the while! I'll rather dwell* in my necessity. [me, If Hercules, and Lichas, play at dice
Ant. Why, fear not, man; I will not forfeit it; Which is the better man, the greater throw Within these two months, that's a month before May turn by fortune from the
weaker hand : This bond expires, I do expect return
So is Alcides beaten by his page; Of thrice three times the value of this bond. And so may 1, blind fortune leading me, Shy. O father Abraham, what these Chris- Miss that which one unworthier may attain, tians are;
And die with grieving. Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect Por. You must take your chance; The thoughts of others ! Pray you, tell me this; And either not attempt to choose at all, If he should break his day, what should I gain Or swear, before you choose,-if you choose By the exaction of the forfeiture?
Never to speak to lady afterward [wrong, A pound of man's flesh, taken from a man, In way of marriage; therefore be advis'd.* Is not so estimable, profitable neither,
Mor. Nor will not; come, bring me unto my As flesh of muttons, beefs, or goats. I say,
chance. To buy his favour, I extend this friendship: Por. First, forward to the temple; after dinIf he will take it, so; if not, adieu ;
Your hazard shall be made.
(ner And, for my love, I pray you, wrong me not.
Mor. Good fortune then!
[Cornets, Ant. Yes, Shylock, I will seal unto this bond. To make me bless'd, or cursed'st among men. Shy. Then meet me forthwith at the notary's;
[Exeunt. Give him direction for this merry bond,
SCENE II.-Venice.- A Street.
Enter LAUNCELOT GOBBO.
Laun. Certainly my conscience will serve me I will be with you.
(Exit. to run from this Jew, my master: The fiend is Ant. Hie thee, gentle Jew.
(kind. at mine elbow; and tempts me, saying to me, This Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows Gobbo, Launcelot Gobbo, good Launcelot, or good Bass. I like not fair terms, and'a villain's Gobbo, or good Launcelot Gobbo, use your legs, mind.
take the start, run away: My conscience says, Ant. Come on: in this there can be no dismay, no; take hetd'honest Launcelot; take heed, honest My ships come home a month before the day. Gobbo; or, as aforesaid, honest Launcelot Gob
[Exeunt. bo; do not run; scorn running with thy heels: ACT II.
Well, the most courageous fiend bids me pack; SCENE 1.-Belmont.-A Room in Portia's
ria! says the fiend ; away! says the fiend, for
the heavens; rouse up a brave mind, says the House.
fiend, and run. Well, my conscience, hanging Flourish of Cornets. Enter the PRINCE OF Do- about the neck of my heart, says very wisely
Rocco, and his Train; Portia, Nerissa, and to me,-my honest friend Launcelot, being an other of her Attendants.
honest man's son,-- or rather an honest woman's Mor. Mislike me not for my complexion,
son ;-for, indeed, my father did something, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun,
smack, something grow to, he had a kind of To whom I am a neighbour, and near bred.
taste; well, my conscience says, Launcelot, Bring me the fairest creature northward born, budge not; budge, says the fiend; budge not, Where Phoebus' fire scarce thaws the icicles,
says my conscience: Conscience, says I, you And let us make incisiont for your love,
counsel well; tiend, says I, you counsel well: To prove whose blood is reddest, his, or mine. to be ruled by my conscience, I should stay I tell thee, lady, this aspect of mine
with the Jew my master, who, (God bless the Hath sear’d; the valiant; by my love, I swear, mark!) is a kind of devil; and, to run away from The best-regarded virgins of our clime the Jew, I should be ruled by the fiend, who, Have lov'd it too: I would not change this hue, saving your reverence, is the devil himself? Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen? Certainly, the Jew is the very devil incarnaPor. In terms of choice I am not solely led
tion; and, in my conscience, my conscience is By nice direction of a maiden's eyes :
but a kind of hard conscience, to offer to counBesides the lottery of my destiny
sel 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 scanted me,
heels are at your commandment, I will nun. And hedg'd me by his wit, to yield myself
Enter old Gobbo, with a Basket,
Gob. Master, young man, you, pray you; + Allusion to the eastern custom for lovers to testify their passion by cutting themselves in their mistresses'
which is the way to master Jew's? tiglit. Terrificd.
Laun. [Aside.] O heavens, this is my true hair on his tail, than I have on my face, when begotten father! who, being more than sand. I last saw him. blind, high-gravel blind, knows me not:-I Gob. Lord, how art thou changed! How will try conclusions* with him.
dost thou and thy master agree? I have brought Gob. Master young gentleman, I pray you, him a present; How 'gree you now? which is the way to master Jew's?
Laun. Well, well; but, for mine own part, Laun. Turn up on your right hand, at the as I have set up my rest to run away, so I will next turning, but, at the next turning of all, not rest till I have run some ground: my mason your left; marry, at the very next turning, ter’s a very Jew: Give him a present! give turn of no hand, but turn down indirectly to him a halter: I am famish'd in his service; the Jew's house.
you may tell every finger I have with my ribs. Gob. By God's sonties, 'twill be a hard way Father, I am glad you are come; give me to hit. Can you tell me whether one Launcé- your present to one master Bassanio, who, inlot, that dwells with him, dwell with him, or deed, gives rare new liveries; if I serve not no ?
him, I will run as far as God bas any ground. Laun. Talk you of young master Launce--0) rare fortune! here comes the man ;-to lot?–Mark me now; [aside. now will I raise him, father; for I am a Jew, if I serve the Jew the waters:- Talk you of young master Launce- any longer. lot?
Gob. No master, Sir, but a poor man's son; Enter Bassanio, with LEONARDO, and other his father, though I say it, is an honest exceed
Followers. ing poor man, and, God be thanked, well to Bass. You may do so ;-but let it be so hast. live.
ed, that supper be ready at the farthest by five Laun. Well, let his father be what he will, of the clock: See these letters deliver'd; put we talk of young master Launcelot.
the liveries to making; and desire Gratiano Gob. Your worship’s friend, and Launcelot, to come anon to my lodging. (Exit a Servant. Sir.
Laun. To him, father. Laun. But I pray you ergo, old man, ergo, I Gob. God bless your worship! beseech you; Talk you of young master Bass. Gramercy; Would'st thou aught with Launcelot ?
Gob. Of Launcelot, an't please your master- Gob. Here's my son, Sir, a poor boy, ship.
Laun. Not a poor boy, Sir, but the rich Jew's Laun. Ergo, master Launcelot; talk not of man; that would, Sir, as my father shall spemaster Launcelot, father; for the young gen. cify, tleman (according to fates and destinies, and Gob. He hath a great infection, Sir, as one such odd sayings, the sisters three, and such would say, to servebranches of learning,) is, indeed, deceased; Laun. Indeed, the short and the long is, I or, as you would say, in plain terms, gone to serve the Jew, and I have a desire, as my faheaven.
ther shall specify, Goh, Marry, God forbid ! the boy was the Gob. His master and he, (saving your worvery staff of my age, my very prop.
ship’s reverence,) are scarce cater-cousins: Laun. Do I look like a cudgel, or a hovel. Laun. To be brief, the very truth is, that the post, a staff, or a prop ?-Do you know me, Jew, having done me wrong, doth cause me, father?
as my father, being I hope an okul man, shall Gob. Alack the day, I know you not, young frutify unto you, gentleman: but, I pray you, tell me, is my boy, Gob. I have here a dish of doves, that I (God rest his soul!) alive, or dead?
would bestow upon your worship; and my Laun. Do you not know me, father?
suit is, Gob. Alack, Sir, I am sand-blind, I know Laun. In very brief, the suit is impertinent you not.
to myself, as your worship shall know by this Laun. Nay, indeed, if you had your eyes, honest old man; and, though I say it, though you might fail of the knowing me: it is a wise old man, yet, poor man, my father. father, that knows his own child. Well, old Bass. One speak for both ;-What would man, I will tell you news of your son: Give you? me your blessing: truth will come to light; Laun. Serve you, Sir. murder cannot be bid long, a man's son may; Gob. This is the very defect of the matter, Sir. but, in the end, truth will out.
Bass. I know thee well, thou hast obtain'd Gob. Pray you, Sir, stand up; I am sure,
thy suit: you are not Launcelot, my boy.
Shylock, thy master, spoke with me this day, Laun. Pray you, let's have no more fooling And hath preferr’d thee, if it be preferment, about it, but give me your blessing; I am To leave a rich Jew's service, to become Launcelot, your boy that was, your son that is, The follower of so poor a gentleman. your child that shall.be.
Laun. The old proverb is very well parted Gob. I cannot think, you are my son. between my master Shylock and you, Sir; you
Laun. I know not what I shall think of that: have the grace of God, Sir, and he hath enough. but I am Launcelot, the Jew's man; and, I am Bass. Thou speak'st it well : Go, father with sure, Margery, your wife, is my mother.
thy son :Gob. Her name is Margery, indeed: I'll be Take leave of thy old master, and inquire sworn, if thou be Launcelot, thou art mine own My lodging out :-Give him a livery flesh and blood. Lord worshipp'd might be
[To his Followers. be! what a beard hast thou got! thou hast got More guarded* than his fellows': See it done. more hair on thy chin, than Dobbin my thill. Laun. Father, in :- I cannot get a service, horset has on his tail.
no;-I have ne'er a tongne in my head. --Well; Lann. It should seem then, that Dobbin's (Looking on his palm. it any man in Italy have tail grows backward ; I am sure he had more à fairer table,t which doth offer to swear upon * Experiments.
Ornamented, + The palm of the hand extended.
a book.-I shall have good fortune ; Go to, | And so farewell'; I would not have my father here's a simple line of life! here's a small trifle See me talk with thee. of wives : ‘Alas, fifteen wives is nothing ; Laun. Adieu !---tears exhibit my tongue.eleven widows, and nine maids, is a simple Most beautiful pagan,-most sweet Jew! If a coming-in for one man: and then, to 'scape Christian do not play the knave, and get thee, drowning thrice; and to be in peril of my life I am much deceived: But, adieu! these foolish with the edge of a feather-bed ;-bere are sim- drops do somewhat drown my maniy spirit; ple 'scapes ! Well, if fortune be a woman, she's adieu!
[Erit. a good wench for this gear.-Father, come ; Jes. Farewell, good Launcelot.I'll take my leave of the Jew in the twinkling Alack, what heinous sin it is in me, of an eye.
To be asham’d to be my father's child! [Ereunt LAUNCELot and old Gobbo. But though I am a daughter to his blood, Bass. I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on I am not to his manners: O Lorenzo, this:
If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife; These things being bought, and orderly be- Become a Christian, and thy loving wife. Return in haste, for I do feast to-night (stow'd,
[Erit. My best-esteem'd acquaintance; hie thee, go.
SCENE IV.-The same.-A Street. Leon. My best endeavours shall be done herein.
Enter GratiANO, LORENZO, SALARINO, und
Lor. Nay, we will slink away in supper-time; Gru. Where is your master?
Disguise us at my lodging, and return Leon. Yonder, Sir, he walks.
All in an hour. [Exit LEONARDO.
Gra. We have not made good preparation.. Gra. Signior Bassanio,
Sular. We have not spoke us yet of torchBass. Gratiano !
bearers. Gra. I have a suit to you.
Salan. "Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly Bass. You have obtain'd it.
order'd; Gru. You must not deny me; I must go with And better, in my mind, not undertook. you to Belmont.
Lor. 'Tis now but four a-clock; we have two Bass. Why, then you must;-But hear thee, To furnish us:
[hours Gratiano; Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice;
Enter LAUNCELOT, with a letter, Parts, that become thee happily enough, Friend Launcelot, what's the news? And in such eyes as ours appears not faults; Laun. An it shall please you to break up this, But where thou art not known, why, there they it shall seem to signify. show
Lor. I know the hand: in faith, 'tis a fair Something too liberal :*--pray thee, take pain And whiter than the paper it writ on, (hand; To allay with some cold drops of modesty Is the fair hand that writ. Thy skipping spirit; lest, through thy wild be- Gra. Love-news, in faith. I be misconstrued in the place I go to, [haviour, Laun. By your leave, Sir. And lose my hopes.
Lor. Whither goest thou ? Gra. Signior Bassanio, hear me :
Laun. Marry, Sir, to bid my old master the If I do not put on a sober habit,
Jew to sup to-night with my new master the Talk with respect, and swear but now and then, Christian. Wear prayer-books in my pocket, look de- Lor. Hold here, take this :—tell gentle Jesmurely;
sica, Nay more, while grace is saying, hood mine I will not fail her ;-speak it privately; go.Thus with my hat, and sigh, and say, amen;
[Erit LAUNCELOT. Use all the observance of civility,
Will you prepare you for this masque to-night? Like one well studied in a sad ostentt
I am provided of a torch-bearer. To please his grandam, never trust me more. Salar. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it Bass. Well, we shall see your bearing. I
straight. Gru. Nay, but I bar to-night; you shall not Salan. And so will I. gage me
Lor. Meet me, and Gratiano, By what we do to-night.
At Gratiano's lodging some hour hence. Bass. No, that were pity;
Salar. "Tis good we do so. I would entreat you rather to put on
[Exeunt Salar. and Salan. Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica? That purpose merriment: But fare you well, Lor. I must needs tell thee all: She hath I bave some business.
What page's suit she hath in readiness.
It will be for his gentle da ghter's sake:
And never dare misfortune cross her foot, Jes. I am sorry, thou wilt leave my father so; That she is issue to a faithless Jew.
Unless she do it under this excuse,-
Come, go with me; peruse this, as thou goest: But fare thee well; there is a ducat for thee.
Fair Jessica shall be my torch-bearer. [Exeunt. And, Launcelot, soon at supper shalt thou see SCENE V.---The same.—Before ShyLock's Lorenzo, who is thy new master's guest :
House. Give him this letter; do it secretly,
Enter SHYLOCK and LAUNCELOT. * Gross, licentious. # Show of staid and serious demeanour.
Shy. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be 1 Carriage, deportment.
The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio:- Salar. His hour is almost past.
To seal loye's bonds new made, than they are Laun. Why, Jessica!
To keep obliged faith unforfeited ! (wont, Shy. Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee Gra. That ever holds: Who rises from a call.
feast, Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me, I With that keen appetite that he sits down? could do nothing without bidding.
Where is the horse that doth untread again
His tedious measures with the unbated fire Enter JESSICA.
That he did pace them first? All things that are,
Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. Jes. Call you? What is your will ?
How like a younker, or a prodigal, Shy. I am bid* forth to supper, Jessica; There are my keys:-But wherefore should I The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,
Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind! I am not bid for love; they flatter me:
How like the prodigal doth she return; But yet I'll go in haté, to feed upon
With over-weather'd ribs, and ragged sails, The prodigal Christian.-Jessica, my girl, Look to my house :-I am right loath to go;
Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind! There is some ill a brewing towards my rest,
Enter LORENZO. For I did dream of money-bags to-night.
Laun. I beseech you, Sir, go; my young mas- Salar. Here comes Lorenzo ;--more of this ter doth expect your reproach.
hereafter. Shy. So do I his.
Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long Laun. And they have conspired together,-I abode; will not say, you shall see a masque; but it Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait; you do, then it was not for nothing that my When you shall please to play the thieves for nose fell a bleeding on Black-Monday last, at wives, six o'clock i’the morning, falling out that year I'll watch as long for you then.--Approach; on Ash-Wednesday was four year in the alter. Here dwells my father Jew :-Ho! who's
within. Shy. What! are there masques? Hear you me, Jessica :
[drum, Enter Jessica abore, in boy's clothes. Lock up my doors; and when you hear the
Jes. Who are you? Tell me, for more cerAnd the vile squeaking of the wry-neck'd fife,
tainty, Clamber not you up to the casements then, Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue. Nor thrust your bead into the public street,
Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love. To gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces:
Jes. Lorenzo, certain; and my love, indeed; But stop my house's ears, I mean my case
For who love I so much? And now who knows, ments; Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter
But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? My sober house.-By Jacob's staff, I swear,
Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness
that thou art. I have no mind of feasting forth to-night: But I will go.--Go you before me, sirrah;
Jes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the
pains. Say, I will come. Luun. I will go before, Sir
I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me,
For I am much asham’d of my exchange: Mistress, look out at window, for all this;
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see There will come a Christian by, Will be worth a Jewess' eye. (Erit LAUN. For if they could, Cupid himself would blush
The pretty follies that themselves commit; Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's off- To see me thus transformed to a boy.
spring, ha? Jes. His words were, Farewell, mistress;
Lor. Descend, for you must be my torcla
bearer. nothing else.
Jes. What, must I hold a candle to my ! Shy. The patch is kind enough; but a huge
[light. feeder. Snail-slow in profit, and he sleeps by day
They in themselves, good sooth, are too too More than the wild cat; drones hive not with And’ should be obscur’d.
Why, 'tis an oflice of discovery, love; Therefore I part with him; and part with him Even in the lovely garnish of a boy.
Lor. So are you, sweet, To one that I would have him help to waste But come at once; His borrow'd purse.- Well, Jessica, go in; For the close night doth play the run-away, Perhaps, I will return immediately; Do, as I bid you,
And we are staid for at Bassanio's feast.
Jes. I will make last the doors, and gild myShút doors after you: Fast bind, fast find;
self A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. [Exit. With some more ducats, and be with you Jes. Farewell: and if my fortune be pot
[Erit, from uböre. crost, I have a father, you a daughter, lost. [Exit.
Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no
Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily:
For she is wise, if I can judge of her; 1 Enter GRATIANO and SALARNIO, masked.
And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true;
And true she is, as she hath proved herself; Gra. This is the pent-house, under which And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true; Desir'd us to make stand.
[Lorenzo Shall she be placed in my constant soul. * Invited.
* Decorated with fings.
Enter JESSICA, below.
Is't like, that lead contains her? "Twere damWhat, art thou come?-On, gentlemen, away; To think so base a thought; it were too gross
nation, Our masking mates by this time for us stay.
[Erit with Jessica and SALARINO. To rib* her cerecloth in the obscure grave.
Or shall I think, in silver she's immur'd,
Being ten times undervalued to try'd gold ? Ant. Who's there?
O sinful thought! Never so rich a gem Gra. Signior Antonio?
in worse than gold. They have in Ant. Fie, fie, Gratiano? where are all the rest?
But here an angel in a golden bed
Por. There, take it, prince, and if my form
[Exeunt. Then I am yours. (He unlocks the golden casket. SCENE VII.-Belmont.-A Room in Portia's
Mor. O hell! what have we here?
A carrion death, within whose empty eye
All that glisters is not gold,
Often have you heard that told: Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover
Many a man his life luath sold, The several caskets to this noble prince :
But my outside to behold: Now make your choice.
Gilded tombs do worms infold. Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription Had you been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgement old, Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men de- Ycur answer had not been inscrol'd: The second; silver, which this promise car- Fare you well; your suit is cold.
Cold, indeed; and labour lost; Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves.
Then, farewell, heat; and, welcome, frost. This third, dull lead, with warning all as Portia, adieu! I have too griev'd a heart blunt;
To take a tedious leave: thus losers part. Who chooseth me, must gire and hazard all he hath.
[Exit. How shall I know if I do choose the right? Por. The one of them contains my picture,
Por. A gentle riddance : -Draw the cur
tains, go; prince;
Let all of his complexion choose me so. If you choose that, then I am yours withal.
SCENE VIII.--Venice.- A Street.
Enter SALARINO and SALANIO.
And in their ship, I am sure, Lorenzo is not.
Besides, Antonio certified the duke,
Salan. I never heard a passion so confus'd,
So strange, outrageous, and so variable,
if I stray'd no further, but chose here?– Of double ducats, stoln from me by my daughter !
Stoln by my daughter !Justice! find the girl! Why, that's the lady; all the world desires her: She hath the stones upon her, and the ducats! From the four corners of the earth they come, Salar. Why, all the boys in Venice follow To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint.
[ducats. The Hyrcanian deserts, and the vasty wilds Crying,-his stones, his daughter, and his Of wide Arabia, are as through-fares now, Šalan. Let good Antonio look he keep his For princes to come view fair Portia : Or he shall pay for this.
I reason'dt with a Frenchman yesterday;