Perhaps, I will return immediately; Do, as I bid you. 66 Shut the doors after you; fast bind, fast find;" A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. [Exit. JES. Farewell, and if my fortune be not croft, I have a father, you a daughter, lost. SCENE VII. The street. Enter Gratiano and Salanio in masquerade. GRA. This is the pent-house, under which Lorenzo der fired us to make a stand. SAL. His hour is almost past. GRA. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour, For lovers ever run before the clock. SAL. O, ten-times fafter Venus' pigeons fly GRA. That ever holds. Who rifeth from a feast, The skarfed bark puts from her native bay, Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the ftrumpet wind Enter Lorenzo. SAL. Here comes Lorenzo.-More of this hereafter. Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait; JES. Who are you? tell me for more certainty, LOR. Lorenzo, and thy love. JES. Lorenzo certain, and my love, indeed; For whom love I fo much? and now who knows, But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? LOR. Heav'n and thy thoughts are witness, that thou art. JES. Here, catch this casket, it is worth the pains I'm glad, 'tis night, you do not look on me; LOR. Defcend, for you must be my torch-bearer. LOR. So are you, fweet, Ev'n in the lovely garnish of a boy. But come at once, For the clofe night doth play the run-away, And we are staid for at Baffanio's feast. JES. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself With fome more ducats, and be with you strait. [Exit from above. GRA. Now by my hood, a gentile, and no Jew. Enter Jeffica, to them. What, art thou come ?-On, gentlemen, away; Enter Anthonio. ANTH. Who's there? GRA. Signior Anthonio, ANTH. Fie, Gratiano, where are all the reft? I have fent twenty out to feek for you. GRA. I'm glad on't; I defire no more delight Than to be under fail, and gone to-night. SCENE VIII. Changes to Belmont. [Exit. [Exeunt. Enter Portia with Morochius, and both their trains. Now make your choice. [Three caskets discovered. MOR. The firft of gold, which this infcription bears, "Who chuseth me shall gain what many men defire." The fecond filver, which this promise carries, "Who chuseth me, fhall get as much as he deferves." This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt, "Who chufeth me, muft give and hazard all he hath." How fhall I know, if I do chufe the right? If POR. The one of them contains my picture, prince; you chufe that, then I am yours withal. MOR. Some god direct my judgment! let me fee, I will furvey th' infcriptions back again; What fays this leaden casket; "Who chufeth 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 drofs; I'll then not give, nor hazard aught for lead. "Who chuseth me, fhall get as much as he deferves." As much as he deferves ?-Paufe there, Morochius; And weigh thy value with an even hand. If thou be'ft rated by thy eftimation, As much as I deferve-why, that's the lady : Th' Hircanian deserts, and the vastie wilds One of these three contains her heav'nly picture. Is't like, that lead contains her? 'twere damnation, Was fet in worse than gold! they have in England Here do I chufe, and thrive I as I may ! POR, There take it, prince, and if my form lye there, Then I am yours. [Unlocking the gold cafket. MOR. O hell! what have we here? a carrion death Within whose empty eye there is a scrowl; I'll read the writing. All that glifters is not gold, Often have you heard that told. Many a man his life hath fold, Gilded wood may worms infold: Had you been as wife as bold, VOL. I. |