+ A coin, that bears the figure of an angel Lyes all within. Deliver me the key; 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 fcrowl: I'll read the writing. ; All that glifters is not gold, Mor. Cold, indeed, and labour loft: [Exit. Por. A gentle riddance: draw the curtains; go Let all of his complexion chufe me fo. SCENE changes to Venice. Enter Solarino and Salanio. [Exeunt. Sal. WHY, man, I faw Bassanio under fail; With him is Gratiano gone along ; And in their fhip, I'm fure Lorenzo is not. Sola. The villain Few with outcries rais'd the Duke, Sal. He came too late, the fhip was under fail; Lorenzo and his am'rous Jeffica: Befides Befides, Anthonio certify'd the Duke, Of double ducats, ftoll'n from me by my daughter! Sal. Why, all the boys in Venice follow him, Sal. Marry, well remember'd. I reafon'd with a Frenchman yesterday, Sola. You were beft to tell Anthonio what you hear, Yet do not fuddenly, for it may grieve him. Sal. A kinder Gentleman treads not the earth. I faw Baffanio and Anthonio part. Baffanio told him, he would make some speed And for the Jew's bond, which he hath of me, VOL. II. F He He wrung Baffanio's hand, and fo they parted. I With fome delight or other. Ner Sal. Do we fo. Q SCENE changes to Belmont. Enter Neriffa with a Servant. [Exeunt. UICK,quick, Ipray thee, draw the curtain ftrait; The Prince of Arragon has ta'en his oath, And comes to his election prefently. Enter Arragon, his train, Portia. Florish Cornets. The Cafkets are difcover'd. Por. Behold, there ftand the caskets, noble Prince; If you chufe that, wherein I am contain'd, Strait fhall our nuptial rites be folemniz'd: But if you fail, without more fpeech, my lord, Ar. I am enjoin'd by oath t' obferve three things; First, never to unfold to any one Which cafket 'twas I chofe; next, if I fail my life Por. To thefe injunctions every one doth fwear, That comes to hazard for my worthless felf. 1 Ar. And fo have I addreft me; fortune now Builds in the weather on the outward wall, Without the ftamp of merit? let none prefume O that estates, degrees, and offices, Were not deriv'd corruptly, that clear honour Por. Too long a pause for that which you find there. [Unlocking the filver cafket. Pick'd from the Chaff and ruin of the times, To be new varnish'd.] Mr. Warburton very justly observ'd to me upon the confufion and difagreement of the Metaphors here; and is of opinion, that Shakespeare might have wrote; To be new vanned.. i. e. winnow'd, purged: from the French word, vanner; Which is deriv'd from the Latin, Vannus, ventilabrum, the Fann ufed for winnowing the chaff from the corn. This alteration, as he obferves, reftores the metaphor to its integrity: and our poet frequently uses the fame thought. So, in the 2d part of Henry IV. We shall be ruinnow'd with fo rough a wind, That ev'n our corn fhall feem as light as chaff. And, again, in K. Henry V. Such, and fo finely boulted did'ft thou feem, for boulted fignifies fifted, refin'd. The correction is truly ingenious, and probable: But as Shakespeare is fo loose and licentious in the blending of different metaphors, I have not ventur'd to disturb the text. F 2 Ar. Ar. What's here! the portrait of a blinking idiot, How much unlike my hopes and my deservings? Ar. What is here? The fire fev'n times tried this ; Some there be, that shadows kifs; your So be gone, Sir, you are sped. Ar. Still more fool I fhall appear, By the time I linger here; With one fool's head I came to woo, But I go away with two. Sweet, adieu! I'll keep my oath, Por. Thus hath the candle fing'd the moth: Enter a Servant. Serv. Where is my lady? Por. Here, what would my lord? Serv. Madam, there is alighted at your gate A young Venetian, one that comes before [Exit. From |