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Tub. Yes, other men have ill luck too: Antonio, as I heard in Genoa,
Shy. What, what, what? ill luck, ill luck?
Tub. Hath an argosy cast away, coming from Tripolis.
Shy. I thank God, I thank God!—Is it true? is it true?
Tub. I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped 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, fourscore ducats !
Shy. Thou stick'st a dagger in me !-I shall never see my gold again. Fourscore ducats at a sitting! fourscore ducats !
Tub. There came divers of Antonio's creditors in my company to Venice, that swear he cannot choose but break.
Shy. I am very glad of it. I'll plague him, I'll torture him; I am glad of it.
Tub. One of them shewed me a ring, that he had of your daughter for a monkey.
Shy. Out upon her! Thou torturest me, Tubal: it
was my turquoise; I had it of Leah, when I was a bachelor. I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys.
Tub. But Antonio is certainly undone.
Shy. Nay, that's true, that's very true. Go, Tubal, fee me an officer, bespeak him a fortnight before. I will have the heart of him, if he forfeit; for were he out of Venice, I can make what merchandise I will. Go, go, Tubal, and meet me at our synagogue; go, good Tubal; at our syna
That I had been forsworn. Beshrew your eyes,
Bass. Let me choose;
Por. Upon the rack, Bassanio? then confess What treason there is mingled with your love.
Bass. None, but that ugly treason of mistrust, Which makes me fear the enjoying of my love. There may as well be, amity and life 'Tween snow and fire, as treason and my love.
Por. Ay, but I fear, you speak upon the rack, Where men enforcéd do speak anything. ass. Promise me life, and I'll confess the
Bass. Confess and love,
then: I am locked in one of them;
stream And watery death-bed for him. He may win; And what is music then? then music is Even as the flourish when true subjects bow To a new-crownéd monarch: such it is As are those dulcet sounds in break of day, That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's ear, And summon him to marriage. Now he goes, With no less presence, but with much more love, Than young Alcides, when he did redeem The virgin tribute paid by howling Troy To the sea-monster. I stand for sacrifice; The rest aloof are the Dardanian wives, With blearéd visages, come forth to view The issue of the exploit. Go, Hercules ! Live thou, I live.— With much much more dis
may I view the fight, than thou that mak'st the fray!
SCENE II.-Belmont. A Room in Portia's
Enter BASSANIO, PORTIA, GRATIANO, NERISSA,
and Attendants. The caskets are set out.
Por. I pray you, tarry; pause a day or two, Before you hazard; for, in choosing wrong, I lose your company; therefore, forbear a while: There's something tells me (but it is not love) I would not lose you; and you know yourself, Hate counsels not in such a quality : But lest you should not understand me well (And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought), I would detain you here some month or two, Before you venture for me.
I could teach you How to choose right, but then I am forsworn; So will I never be: so may you miss me; But if you do, you 'll make me wish a sin,
Music, whilst Bassanio comments on the caskets
Bass. So may the outward shows be least
themselves. The world is still deceived with ornament: In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil? In religion, What damnéd error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple, but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts. How many cowards, whose hearts are all as false As stayers of sand, wear yet upon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars; Who, inward searched, have livers white as milk? And these assume but valour's excrement, To render them redoubted. Look on beauty, And you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight; Which therein works a miracle in nature, Making them lightest that wear most of it: So are those crispéd snaky golden locks, Which make such wanton gambols with the wind, Upon supposed fairness, often known
To be the dowry of a second head,
Por. How all the other passions fleet to air ;
[Opening the leaden casket. Fair Portia's counterfeit? What demi-god
Doth limp behind the substance. Here's the
scroll, The continent and summary of my fortune :
You that choose not by the view,
Chance as fair, and choose as true!
Be content, and seek no new.
And hold your fortune for your bliss,
And claim her with a loving kiss.
A gentle scroll.–Fair lady, by your leave:
[Kissing her. I come by note, to give and to receive. Like one of two contending in a prize, That thinks he hath done well in people's eyes, Hearing applause and universal shout, Giddy in spirit, still gazing in a doubt Whether those peals of praise be his or no: So, thrice-fair lady, stand I, even so, As doubtful whether what I see be true, Until confirmed, signed, ratified by you.
For wooing here until I sweat again,
Por. Is this true, Nerissa?
your marriage. Gra. We'll play with them, the first boy for a thousand ducats.
Ner. What, and stake down?
and stake down.But who comes here? Lorenzo and his infidel? What, my old Venetian friend, Solanio?
Por. You see me, lord Bassanio, where I stand, Such as I am. Though, for myself alone, I would not be ambitious in my wish, To wish myself much better; yet for you I would be trebled twenty times myself: A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times More rich : That only to stand high in your account, I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends, Exceed account: but the full sum of me Is sum of something; which to term in gross, Is an unlessoned girl, unschooled, unpractised : Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn; Happiest of all is, that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king. Myself and what is mine, to you and yours Is now converted. But now I was the lord Of this fair mansion, master of my servants, Queen o'er myself : and even now, but now, This house, these servants, and this same myself, Are yours, my lord ;-I give them with this ring : Which when you part from, lose, or give away, Let it presage the ruin of your love, And be my vantage to exclaim on you.
Bass. Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins : And there is such confusion in my powers, As, after some oration fairly spoke By a belovéd prince, there doth appear Among the buzzing pleased multitude; Where every something being blent together, Turns to a wild of nothing, save of joy, Expressed and not expressed :-but when this ring Parts from this finger, then parts life from hence; O, then be bold to say, Bassanio 's dead.
Ner. My lord and lady, it is now our time, That have stood by and seen our wishes prosper, To cry, good joy: good joy, my lord and lady!
Gra. My lord Bassanio, and my gentle lady, I wish you all the joy that you can wish; For I am sure you can wish none from me: And when your honours mean to solemnise The bargain of your faith, I do beseech you, Even at that time I may be married too. Bass. With all my heart, so thou canst get a
wife. Gra. I thank your lordship; you have got me
Enter Lorenzo, Jessica, and SOLANIO. Bass. Lorenzo, and Solanio, welcome hither; If that the youth of my new interest here Have power to bid you welcome.—By your leave, I bid my very friends and countrymen, Sweet Portia, welcome.
Por. So do I, my lord;
Sola. I did, my lord,
Bass. Ere I ope his letter,
Sola. Not sick, my lord, unless it be in mind;
welcome.Your hand, Solanio. What's the news from Venice? How doth that royal merchant, good Antonio? I know he will be glad of our success : We are the Jasons, we have won the fleece. Sola. 'Would you had won the fleece that he
hath lost! Por. There are some shrewd contents in yon'
same paper, That steal the colour from Bassanio's cheek: Some dear friend dead; else nothing in the world Could turn so much the constitution Of any constant man. What, worse and worse?With leave, Bassanio: I am half yourself,
My eyes, my lord, can look as swift as yours :
And I must freely have the half of anything
Bass. 0, sweet Portia,
you That I was worse than nothing; for, indeed, I have engaged myself to a dear friend, Engaged my friend to his mere enemy, To feed my means. Here is a letter, lady; The paper as the body of my friend, And every word in it a gaping wound, Issuing life-blood.-But is it true, Solanio? Have all his ventures failed? What, not one hit? From Tripolis, from Mexico, and England, From Lisbon, Barbary, and India ? And not one vessel 'scape the dreadful touch Of merchant-marring rocks ?
Sola. Not one, my lord. Besides, it should appear that if he had The present money to discharge the Jew, He would not take it. Never did I know A creature, that did bear the shape of man, So keen and greedy to confound a man : He plies the Duke at morning and at night; And doth impeach the freedom of the state, If they deny him justice. Twenty merchants, The Duke himself, and the magnificoes Of greatest port, have all persuaded with him; But none can drive him from the envious plea Of forfeiture, of justice, and his bond.
Jes. When I was with him, I have heard him
Double six thousand, and then treble that,
Bassanio reads. “Sweet Bassanio, my ships have all miscarried, my creditors grow cruel, my estate is very low, my bond to the Jew is forfeit; and since, in paying it, it is impossible I should live, all debts are cleared between you and I, if I might but see you at my death : notwithstanding, use your pleasure: if your love do not persuade you to come, let not my letter.”
Por. O love, despatch all business and be gone. Bass. Since I have your good leave to go away,
I will make haste: but till I come again, No bed shall e'er be guilty of my stay, No rest be interposer 'twixt us twain.
SCENE III.–Venice. A Street.
To Tubal and to Chus, his countrymen,
Por. What sum owes he the Jew?
Por. What, no more!
Enter Suylock, Salarino, Antonio, and Gaoler. Shy. Gaoler, look to him. Tell not me of
mercy: This is the fool that lent out money gratis! Gaoler, look to him.
Ant. Hear me yet, good Shylock.
Ant. I pray thee, hear me speak.