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

tion.

Enter a SERVANT.

SERV. Gentlemen, my mafter 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?

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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, fo:-and I know not what's spent in the search: Why, thou loss upon lofs! the thief gone with so much, and fo much to find the thief; and no fatiffaction, no revenge: nor no ill luck stirring, 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,

SHr. What, what, what? ill luck, ill luck?

TUB.-hath an argofy caft away, coming from Tripolis. SHr. I thank God, I thank God:-Is it true? is it

true?

TUB. I spoke with some 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 spent in Genoa, as I heard, one night, fourscore ducats.

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SHY. Thou ftick'ft a dagger in me I fhall 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.

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

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

SHY. Out upon her! Thou tortureft me, Tubal: it was my turquoife; 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.

Sнr. 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 Houfe. 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 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 :

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

BASS. Let me choose ;

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

POR. Upon the rack, Bassanio? then confefs 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 fnow and fire, as treason and my love.

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

BASS. Promifę me life, and I'll confefs the truth.

POR. Well then, confefs, and live.

BASS. Confefs, and love,

Had been the very fum of my confeffion :
O happy torment, when my torturer
Doth teach me answers for deliverance!
But let me to my fortune and the caskets.

If

POR. Away then: I am lock'd in one of them;
you do love me, you will find me out.

Neriffa, and the reft, ftand all aloof.

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

May stand more proper, my eye shall be the stream,
And wat❜ry death-bed for him: He may win;
And what is mufick then? then mufick is
Even as the flourish when true fubjects bow
To a new-crowned monarch: fuch it is,
As are those dulcet founds in break of day,
That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's ear,
And fummon 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 fea-monfter: I ftand for facrifice,
The reft aloof are the Dardanian wives,
With bleared visages, come forth to view
The issue of the exploit. Go, Hercules!
Live thou, I live :-With much much more difmay
I view the fight, than thou that mak'st the fray.
Mufick, whilft BASSANIO comments on the caskets to himself.

SONG.

1. Tell me, where is fancy bred,

Or in the heart, or in the head?

Reply.

BASS.

How begot, how nourished?

2. 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.
All. Ding, dong, bell.

SO

may

the outward shows be leaft themselves;

The world is ftill deceiv'd with ornament.
In law, what plea fo tainted and corrupt,
But, being season'd with a gracious voice,
Obfcures the show of evil? In religion,
What damned error, but fome fober brow
Will bless it, and approve it with a text,
Hiding the groffness with fair ornament?
There is no vice fo fimple, but affumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
How many cowards, whofe hearts are all as falfe
As ftairs of fand, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules, and frowning Mars;
Who, inward fearch'd, have livers white as milk?
And these affume but valour's excrement,
To render them redoubted. Look on beauty,
And
you shall fee 'tis purchafed by the weight;
Which therein works a miracle in nature,
Making them lightest that wear most of it:
So are those crisped fnaky golden locks,
Which make fuch wanton gambols with the wind,
Upon fuppofed fairness, often known

To be the dowry of a fecond head,

The fcull that bred them, in the fepulchre.

Thus ornament is but the guiled fhore