SALAR. Why, yet it lives there uncheck'd, that Antonio hath a ship of rich lading wreck'd on the narrow feas; the Goodwins, I think they call the place; a very dangerous flat, and fatal, where the carcafes of many a tall ship lie buried, as they fay, if my goffip report be an honeft woman of her word.

SALAN. I would fhe were as lying a goffip in that, as ever knapp'd ginger, or made her neighbours believe the wept for the death of a third husband: But it is true,without any flips of prolixity, or croffing the plain highway of talk,-that the good Antonio, the honest Antonio,——————Î that I had a title good enough to keep his name company!

SALAR. Come, the full stop.

SALAN. Ha,—what fay'ft thou?-Why the end is, he hath loft a fhip.

SALAR. I would it might prove the end of his losses ! SALAN. Let me fay amen betimes, left the devil cross my prayer ; for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew.— Enter SHYLOCK.

How now, Shylock? what news among the merchants? SHY. You knew, none fo well, none fo well as you, of my daughter's flight.

SALAR. That's certain; I, for my part, knew the tailor that made the wings fhe flew withal.

SALAN. And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird was fledg'd; and then it is the complexion of them all to leave the dam.

SHr. She's damn'd for it.

SALAR. That's certain, if the devil may be her judge. Sнr. My own flesh and blood to rebel!

SALAN. Out upon it, old carrion! rebels it at these years?

Sнr. I fay, my daughter is my flesh and blood.

SALAR. 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 Antonio have had any lofs at fea or no?

SHY. There I have another bad match: a bankrupt, a prodigal, who dare fcarce fhow his head on the Rialto; -a beggar, that used to come fo fmug upon the mart;let him look to his bond: he was wont to call me ufurer; let him look to his bond: he was wont to lend money for a Chriftian courtefy ;-let him look to his bond.

SALAR. Why, I am fure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his flesh; What's that good for?

SHY. To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. He hath difgraced me, and hindered me of half a million; laughed at my loffes, mocked at my gains, fcorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; and what's his reafon? I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the fame food, hurt with the fame weapons, fubject to the fame difeafes, healed by the fame means, warmed and cooled 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, shall 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 Chriftian wrong a Jew, what should his fufferance be by Chriftian example? why, revenge. The villany, you teach me, I will exe.

cute; and it fhall go hard, but I will better the inftruc

tion.

Enter a SERVANT.

SERV. Gentlemen, my master Antonio is at his house, and defires to speak with you both.

SALAR. We have been up and down to seek him.
Enter TUBAL.

SALAN. Here comes another of the tribe; a third cannot be matched, unless the devil himself turn Jew. [Exeunt SALAN. SALAR. and SERVANT. 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, my daughter were dead at my foot, and the jewels in her ear! 'would fhe were hears'd at my foot, and the ducats in her coffin! No news of them? Why, so :-and I know not what's spent in the search: Why, thou lofs upon lofs the thief

gone with fo much, and fo much to find the thief; and no fatiffaction, no revenge: nor no ill luck ftirring, but what lights o' my shoulders; no fighs, but o' my breathing ; no tears, but o' my fhedding.

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 argofy cast away, coming from Tripolis. SHr. I thank God, I thank God:-Is it true? is it true?

TUB. I spoke with fome of the failors that escaped the

wreck.

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

TUB. Your daughter fpent 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 Antonio's creditors in my company to Venice, that fwear he cannot choose but break.

Sнr. I am very glad of it: I'll plague him; I'll torture him; I am glad of it.

TUB. One of them showed me a ring, that he had of your daughter for a monkey.

SHY. Out upon her! Thou tortureft 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

monkies.

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 merchandize I will: Go, go, Tubal, and meet me at our fynagogue; go, good Tubal; at our fynagogue, Tubal. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. Belmont. A Room in PORTIA'S House. Enter BASSANIO, PORTIO, GRATIANO, NERISSA, 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 lose 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:

But left you

fhould not understand me well,
(And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought,)
I would detain you here fome month or two,
Before you venture for me. I could teach you
How to choose right, but then I am forfworn;
So will I never be: fo may you miss me;
But if
you do, you'll make me wifh a fin,
That I had been forfworn. Befhrew your eyes,
They have o'erlook'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: O! thefe naughty times
Put bars between the owners and their rights;
And so, though yours, not yours.—Prove it fo,
Let fortune go to hell for it,—not I.

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

BASS. 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.

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 fnow and fire, as treaton and my love.

POR. Ay, but, I fear, you speak upon the rack, Where men enforced do speak any thing.

BASS. Promife me life, and I'll confefs the truth. VOL. II,

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