If your ladyship would say, Thanhs, Pompey, I Dum. For the latter end of his name. had done.

Birun. For the ass to the Jude; give it him;Prin. Great thanks, great Pompey.

Jud-as, away. Cost. 'Tis not so much worth ; but, I hope, I was Hol. This is not generous, not gentle, not humble. periect; I made a little fault in great.

boyit. A ligtit for Monsieur Judas: it grows Biron. My hat to a haltpenny, Pompey proves

dark, he may stumble. the best worthy.

Prin. Alas, poor Machabæus, how hath he been

baited! Enter NATHANIEL arm’d, for Alexander.

(Exit HOLOFERNES. Nath. When in the world I liv'd, I was the world's commander,

Enter ARMADO arm'd, for Hector. By east, west, north, and south, I spread my conquering might:

Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles; here comes My’scutcheon piain declares, that I am Alisander. Hector in arms. Buyet. Your nose says, no, you are not; for it

Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, I stands too right.

will now be merry. Biron. Your nose smells, no, in this, most tender

King. Hector was but a Trojan in respect of this. smelling knight.

Boyet. But is this Hector ? Prin. The conqueror is dismay'd. Proceed, good

Dum. I think, Hector was not so clean-timber d. Alexander.

Long. His leg is too big for Hector. Nath. When in the world I liv’d, I was the

Dum. More calf, certain. world's commander;

Boyet. No; he is best indued in the small. Boyet. Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Ali

Biron. This cannot be Hector. sander.

Dum. He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces. Biron. Pompey the great,

Arm. The armipotent Murs, of lances the ab Cost. Your servant, and Costard.

mighty, Biron. Take away the conqueror, take away Ali

Gave Hector a gift, sander.

Dum. A gilt nutmeg.

Biron. A lemon.
Cost. O, sir, [To Nath) you have overthrown
Alisander the conqueror! You will be scraped out

Long. Stuck with cloves. of the painted cloth for this: your lion, that holds

Dum. No, cloven. his poli-ax sitting on a close-stool, will be given to the armi potent Mars, of lances the almighty,

Arm. Peace! A-jax, he will be the ninth worthy. A conqueror, and afcared to speak! run away for shame, Alisan- A man so breatha, that certain he would fight, yea,

Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion; der. (Naru, retires). There, an't shall please you; a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and

From morn till night, out of his pavilion. sron dash'd! He is a marvellous good neighbor,

I am that flower,--

Dum. in sooth; and a very good bowler: but, for Alisan

That mint.
Long.

That columbine. der, alas, you see, how 'lis;- a little o'erparted :

Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue. But there are worthies a coming will speak their

Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it runs mind in some other sort. Prin. Stand aside, good Pompey.

against Hector.

Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound. Enter HOLOFERNES armi'd, and Mora arm’d, for Arm. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten; Hercules.

sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the buried:

when he breath'd, he was a man.-But I will forHol. Great Hercules is presented by this imp; ward with my device: Sweet royalty, [To the PrinWhose club kill'd Cerberus that three headed cess.] bestow on me the sense of hearing.

canus; And when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp,

[BIRON whispers Costard. Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus: Prin. Speak, brave Hector ; we are much deQuoniam, he seemeth in minority;

lighted. Ergo, I come with this apology.

Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's slipper. Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish.

Boyet. Loves her by the foot.

[Exit Moth. Dum. He may not by the yard. Hol. Judas 1 ani,

Arm. This Héctor för surmounted Hannibal. Dum. A Judas!

Cost. The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is Hol. Not Iscariot, sir.

gone ; she is two months on her way. Judas 1 am, ycleperi Machabeus.

Arm. What meanest thou ? Dum. Judas Machabæus clipt, is plain Judas. Cost. Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, Biron. A kissing traitor:-how art thou prov'd the poor wench is cast away: she's quick; the Judas?

child brags in her belly already; 'tis yours. Hol. Judas Iam,

Arm. Dost thou intamonize me among potenDum. The more shame for you, Judas.

tates? thou shalt die. Hol. What mean you, sir?

Cost. Then shall Hector be whipp'd, for JacqueBoyet. To make Judas hang himself.

netta that is quick by him; and hanged, for PoinHol. Begin, sir; you are my elder.

pey that is dead by him. Biron. Well follow'd: Judas was hang'd on an

Dum. Most rare Pompey! elder.

Boyct. Renowned Pompey! Hol. I will not be put out of countenance.

Bii on. Greater than great, great, great, great Biron. Because thou hast no face.

Pompey! Pompey the huge! Hol. What is this?

Dum. Hector trembles, Boyet. A cittern head.

Biron. Pompey is nov'd :-More Ates,& more Diim. The head of a bodkin.

Ates; stir them on! stir them on! Biron. A death's face in a ring.

Dum. Hector will challenge him. Long. The face of an old Roman coin, scarce

Biron. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's

belly than will sup a flea, Boyet. The pummel of Cæsar's faulchion.

Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. Dum. The carv'd bone face on a tlask.

Cost. I will not fight with a pole, like a northern Birun, St. George's half-cheek in a brooch. man; I'll slash;I'll do it by the sword:-1 pray Dum. Ay, in a brooch of lead.

you, let me borrow my arms again. Biron. Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth

Dum. Room for the incensed worthies. drawer:

Cost. I'll do it in my shirt. And now, forward; for we have put thee in coun- Dum. Most resolute Pompey! tenance.

Moth. Master, let me take you a button-hole Hol. You have put me out of countenance. lower. Do you not see, Pompey is uncasing for Biron. False; we have given thee faces.

the combat ? What mean you ? you will lose your Hol. But you have outfaced them all.

reputation. Biron. An thou wert a lion, we would do so. Arm. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me: I Boyet. Therefore, as he is an ass, let him go.

will not combat in my shirt. Aud so, adieu, sweet Jude! nay, why dost thou stay?

. Ate was the goddess of discord.

seen.

Dum. You may not deny it: Pompey hath

Ros.

We did not quotes them so. made the challenge.

King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour,
Arm. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. Grant us your loves.
Biron. What reason have you for t?

Prin.

A time, methinks, too short
Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt. To make a world-without-end bargain in:
I go woolward: for penance.

No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much.
Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore this,-
for want of linen: since when, I'll be sworn, he If for my love (as there is no such cause)
wore none, but dish-clout of Jacquenetta's and You will do aught, this shall you do for me:
that 'a wears next his heart for a favor.

Your oath I will not trust; but go with speed

To some forlorn and naked hermitage,
Enter MERCADE.

Remote from all the pleasures of the world ;
Mer. God save you, madam!

There stay, until the tweive celestial signs Prin. Welcome, Mercade;

Have brought about their annual reckoning ;
But that thou interruptst our merriment.

If this austere insociable life
Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news [ bring, Change not your otler made in beat of blood;
Is heavy in my tongue. The king your father-li frosts, and fasts, hard lodging, and thin weeds,
Prin. Dead, for my life.

Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,
Mer. Even so; my tale is told.

But that it bear this trial, and last love ; Biron. Worthies, away; the scene begins to Then, at the expiration of the year, cloud.

Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts,
Arm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath: And, by this virgin paim, now kissing tone,
I have seen the day of wrong through the little I will be thine ; and, till that instant, shut
hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a

My woeful self up in a mourning house ; soldier.

[Exeunt Worthies.

Raining the tears of lamentation, King. How fares your majesty ?

For the remembrance of my father's death. Prin. Boyet, prepare; I will away to-night.

If this thou do deny, let our hands part; King. Madam, not so; I do beseech you, stay.

Neither intitled in the other s heart. Prin. Prepare, I say.-I thank you, gracious

king. If this, or more than this, I would deny, lords.

To tlatter up these powers of mine with rest, For all your fair endeavors; and entreat,

The sudden hand of death close up mine eye! Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe

Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast. In your rich wisdom, to excuse or hide,

Biron. And what to me, my love? and what to Tne liberal' opposition of our spirits:

me ? If over-boldly we have borne ourselves

Ros. You must be purged too, your sins are rank; In the converse of breath, your gentleness

You are attaint with faults and perjury ; Was guilty of it.-Farewell, worthy lord!

Therefore, if you my favor mean to get, A heavy heart bears not an humble tongue:

A twelvemonth you shall spend, and never rest, Excuse me so, coming so short of thanks

But seek the weary beds of people sick.

Dum. Bi For my great suit so easily obtain'd.

hat to me, my love! but what to me? King. The extreme parts of time extrelmey form

Kuih. A wife !-A beard, fair health, and hoAll causes to the purpose of his speed;

nesty ; And often, at his very loose, decides

With three-fold love I wish you all these three. That which long process could not arbitrate:

Dum. V, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife ? And though the mourning brow of progeny

Kath. Not so, my lord;-a twelvemonth and a day Forbid the smiling courtesy of love,

I'll mark no words that smooth-faced wooers say : The holy suit which fain it would convince;

Come when the king doth to my lady come, Yet, since love's argument was first on fiot,

Then, if I nave much love, I'll give you some. Let not the cloud of sorrow justle it

Dum. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then. From what it purpos'u; since, to wail friends lost,

kath. Yet swear not, lest you be forsworn again. Is not by much so wholesome, profitable,

Long. What says Maria !

Mur. As to rejoice at friends but newly found.

At the twelvemonth's end, Prin. I understand you not; my griefs are double. I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend. Biron. Honest plain words best pierce the ear of

Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is long. grief;

Mar. The liker you; few taller are so young. And by these badges understand the king.

Biron. Studies my lady? mistress, look on me. For your fair sakes have we neglected time,

Behold the window of my heart, mine eye, Play'd foul play with our oaths; your beauty, ladies, What humble suit attends thy answer there; Hath much deform'd us, fashioning our humors

Impose some service on me for thy love. Even to the opposed end of our intents:

Rus. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Birón, And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,

Before I saw you : and the world's large longue As love is full of unbefitting strains :

Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks ; All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain :

Full of comparisons and wounding flouts ; Form'd by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye,

Which you on all estates will execute, Full of strange shapes, of habits, and of forms,

That lie within the mercy of your wit: Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll

To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain; To every varied object in his glance :

And, therewithal, to win me, if you please, Which party-coated presence of loose love

(Without the which I am not to be won.) Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,

You shall this twelveinonth term from day to day
Have misbecom'd our oaths and gravities,

Visit the speechless sick, and still converse
Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, With groaning wretches; and your task shall be,
Suggested us to make: Therefore, ladies,

With all the fierce endeavor of your wit
Our love being yours, the error that love makes To enforce the pained impotent to smile.
Is likewise yours: we to ourselves prove false,

Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of By being once false for ever to be true

death ? To those that make us both,-fair ladies, you : It cannot be; it is impossible: And even that falsehood, in itself a sin,

Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace.

Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit,
Prin. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love; Whose influence is begot of that loose grace,
Your favors, the embassadors of love;

Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools:
And, in our maiden council, rated them

A jest's prosperity lies in the ear At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy,

Of him that hears it, never in the tongue As bombast, and as lining to the time :

Of him that makes it : then if sickly years,
But more devout than this, in our respects,

Deatd with the calmors of their own dear groans,
Have we not been ; and therefore, met your loves Will hear your idle scorns, continue then,
In their own fashion, like a merriment.

And I will have you, and that fault withal ; Dum. Our letters, madam, show'd much more But, if they will not, throw away that spirit, than jest.

And I shall find you empty of that fault, Long. So did our looks.

Kight joyful ot your returination, 7 Clothed in wool, without linen. • Free to excess.

• Regard.

1 Clothing

MERCHANT OF VENICE.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.
DUKE OE VENICE.

Old GOBBO, Father to Launcelot.
Morocco,
PRINCE OF ALMACCO;} Suitors to Portia.

SALER10, a Messenger from Venice.

LEONARDO, Servant to Bassanio.
ANTONIA, the Merchant of Venice.
BASSANIO, his Friend.

BALTHAZAR,
STEPHANO,

Sirvants to Portia.
SALANIO,
SALARINO, Friends to Antonio and Bassanio.

PORTia, a rich Heiress.
GRATIANO,

NERISSA, her Waiting-Maid.
LORENZO, in love with Jessica.

JESSICA, Daughter to Shylock.
SHYLOCK, a Jew.
TUBAL., Jew, his friend.

Magnificoes of Venice, Officers of the Court of LAUNCELOT GOBBö, a Clown, Servant to Shylock. Justice, Gaoler, Scrvants and other Attendants.

SCENE, partly at Venice, and partly at Belmont, the Seat of Portia, on the Continent.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-Venice. A Street.

Because you are not merry: and 'twere as easy

For you, io laugh, and leap, and say, you are merry, Enter ANTONIO, SALARINO, und SALANIO. Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed

Janus, Ant. In sooth, I know not why I am so sad;

Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time: It wearies me; you say it wearies you;

Some that will evermore peep through their eyes, But how I caught it, tound it, or came by it,

And laugh, like parrots, at a bag piper; What stut 'tis made of, whereof it is born,

And others of such vinegar aspect, I am to learn;

That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,

Though Nestor swear the jest be laughter.
That I have much ado to know myself.
Salar. Your mind is tossing on the ocean;

Enter BASSANIO, LORENZO, and GRATIANO. There, where your argosiest with portly sail, - Salan. Here comes Bassanio, your most noble Like signiors and rich burghers of the ilood,

kinsman, Or, as it were, the pageanis of the sea,

Gratiano, and Lorenzo: Fare you well; Do overpeer the petty traffickers,

We leave you now with better company. That curt'sy to them, do them reverence,

Salar. I would have staid till I had made you As they fly by them with their woven wings.

merry, Salun. Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth, If worthier friends had not prevented me. The better part of my atlections would

Ant. Your worth is very dear in my regard. Be with my hopes abroad. should be still

I take it, your own business calls on you, Plucking the grass, to know where sits the wind; And you embrace the occasion to depart. Peering in maps, for ports, and piers, and roads Salur. Good morrow, my good lords. And every object, that might mahe me fear

Buss. Good signiors both, when shall we laugh? Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt,

Say, when ? Would make me sad.

You grow exceeding strange: Must it be so? Sular.

My wing, cooling my broth, Sular. We'll make our leisures to attend on yours. Would blow me to an ague, when I thought

| Exeunt SALARINO and SALANTO. What harm a wind too great might do at sea.

Lor. My lord Bassanio, since you have found I should not see the sandy hour-glass run,

Antonio, But I should think of shallows and ot' tlats;

We two will leave you: but, at dinner-time, And see my wealthy Andrew dock'd in sand. I pray you, have in mind where we must meet. Vailing? her high-top lower than her ribs,

Buss, I will not fail

you. To kiss her burial. Should I go to church,

Gra. You look not well, signior Antonio; And see the holy edifice of stones,

You have too much respect upon the world: And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks? They lose it, that do buy it with much care. Which touching but my gentle vessel's side

Believe me, you are marvellously chang'd. Would scatter all her spices on the stream;

Ant. I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks;

A stage where every man must play a part, And, in a word, but even now worth this,

And mine a sad one. And now worth nothing! Shall I have the thought

Gra.

Let me play the Fool: To think on this; and shall I lack the thought, With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come; That such a thing, bechanc'd, would make me sad? And let my liver rather heat with wine, But, tell not me; I know, Antonio

Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Is sad to think upon his merchandize.

Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Ant. Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, Sleep when he wabes? and creep into the jaundice Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate

By being peevish? I tell thee what, Antonio, Upon the fortune of this present year:

I love thee, and it is my love that speaks; Therefore, my merchandize makes mu not sad. There are a sort of men, whose visages Sulan. Why then you are in love.

Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond; Ant.

Fye, fye! And do a wilful stillness: entertain, Salan. Not in love neither? Then let's say, you With purpose to be dress d in an opinion are sad,

Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; 1 Ships of large burden.

» Lowering.

3 Obstinate silence.

9

As who should say, I am sir Oracle,

To raise a present sum: therefore go forth, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!

Try what my credit can in Venice do; (), my Antonio, I do know of these,

That shall be rack'd, even to the utterinost, That therefore only are reputed wise,

To furnish thee to Belmont, to fair Portia. For saying nothing; who, I am very sure, Go, presently inquire, and so will I, If they should speak, would almost damn those ears, Where money is; and I no question make, Which, hearing ihein, would call their brothers, fools. To have it or my trust, or for my sake. (Exeunt, l'll tell thee more of this another time:

SCENE II. — Belmont. A Room in Portia's House. But fish not, with this melancholy bait, For this fool's gudgeon, this opinion.

Enter PORTIA and NERISSA. Come, guod Lorenzo:- Fare ye well, a while; Por. By my troth, Nerissa, my little body is I'll end my exhortation after dinner,

a-weary of this great world. Lor. Well, we will leave you then till dinner-time: Ner. You would be, sweet madam, if your miI must be one of these same dumb wise men, series were in the same abundance as your good For Gratiano never lets me speak.

fortunes are: And yet, for aught I see, they are as Gra. Well, keep me company, but two years more, sick, that surfeit with too much, as they that starve Thou shalt not know the sound of thine own tongue. with nothing: It is no mean happiness, therefore,

Ant. Farewell: I'll grow a talker for this year. to be seated in the mean; superiluity comes sooner Gra. Thanks, i faith; for silence is only com- by white hairs, but competency lives longer. mendable

Por. Good sentences, and well pronounced. In a neai's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible.

Ner. They would be better, if well followed. Exeunt GRATIANU and LORENZO. Por. If to do were as easy as to know what were Ant. Is that any thing now?

good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor Bass. Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, inen's

cottages, princes' palaces. It is a good dimore than any man in all Venice: His reasons are vine that follows his own instructions : I can easier as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff; teach twenty what were good to be done, than be you shall seek all day ere you find them; and, when one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching. you have them, they are not worth the search. The brain may devise laws for the blood; but a hot

Ant. Well; tell me now, what lady is this same temper leaps over a cod decree: such a hare is To whom you swore a secret pilgrimage,

madness the youth, to skip oe'r the meshes of good That you lo-day promis'd to tell me or ?'

counsel the cripple. Bui this reasoning is not in Bass. 'Tis not unknown to you, Antonio, the fashion to choose me a husband :-() me, the How much I have disabled mine estate,

word choose! I may neither choose whom I would, By something showing a more swelling port nur refuse whom I dislike; so is the will of a live Than my faint means would grant continuance: ing daughter curbd by the will of a dead father Nor do I now make moan to be abridg'd

Is it not hard, Nerissa, that I cannot choose one, From such a noble rate; but my chier care

nor refuse none. Is, to come fairly off from the great debts,

Ner. Your father was ever virtuous; and Holy Wherein my time, something too prodigal,

men, at their death, have good inspirations; thereHath left me gaged: To you, Antonio,

tore, the lottery that he hath devised in these three I owe the most, in money, and in love; And from your love I have a warranty

chests of gold, silver, and lead, (whereof who chooses

his meaning, chooses you,) will, no doubt, never be To unburthen all my plots, and purposes, chosen by any rightly, but one who you shall rightHow to get clear at all the debts I owe.

ly love. But what warmth is therein your affection Ant. I pray you, good Bassa nio, let me know it; towards any of these princely suitors that are And, if it stand, as you yourself still do,

already come? Within the eye of honor, be assured,

Por. I pray thee over-name them; and as thou My purse, my person, my extremest means, namest them, I will describe them; and, according Lie all unlock'd to your occasions.

to my description, level at my affection. Bass. In my school-days, wben I had lost one shaft Ner. First, there is the Neapolitan prince. I shot his fellow of the self-same flight

Por. Ay, that's a colt, indeed, for hie doth nothThe self same-way, with more advised watch, ing but talk of his horse; and he makes it a great To find the other forth; and by advent'ring both, appropriation to his own good parts, that he can I oft found both: I urge this childhood proof, shoe hiin himself: I ain much airaid, my lady, his Because what follows is pure innocence.

mother, played false with a smith. I owe you much; and, like a wilful youth, That which I owe is lost: but if you please

Ner. Then, is there the county Palatine. To shoot another arrow that self way

Por. He doth nothing but frown; as who should

say, An if you will not have me, choose ; he hears Which you did shoot the first, I do not doubt, As I will watch the aim, or to find both,

merry tales, and smiles not: I fear he will prove

the weeping philosopher when he grows old, being Or bring your latter hazard back again,

so full of unmannerīy sadness in his youth. I had And thankfully rest debtor for the first

rather be married to a death's head with a bone in Ant. You know me well; and herein spend but his mouth than to either of these. God defend me time,

from these two! To wind about my love with circumstance; And, out of doubt, you do me now more wrong,

Ner. How say you by the French lord, monsieur

Le Bon ? In making question of my uttermost,

Por. God made him, and therefore, let him pass Than if you had made waste of all l'have:

for a man. In truth, I know it is a sin to be a Then do but say to me what I should do,

mocker: But, he! why, he hath a horse better than That in your knowledge may by me be done, the Neapolitan's; better bad habit of frowning And I am presto unto it: therefore speak.

than the count Palatine: he is every man in no Bass. In Belmont is a lady richly left,

man: if a throstle sing, he falls straight a capering; And she is fair, and, fairer than that word,

he will fence with his own shadow: If I should Of wond'rous virtues; sometimess from her eyes marry him, I should marry twenty husbands : If I did receive fair speechless messages:

he would despise me, I would forgive him; for it Her name is Portia : nothing undervalued

he love me to madness, I shall never requite him. To Cato's daughter, Brutus' Portia.

Ner. What say you then to Faulconbridge, the Nor is the wide world ignorant of her worth; For the four winds blow in from every coast

young baron of England?

Por. You know I say nothing to him; for he unRenowned suitors: and her sunny locks

derstands not me, nor I him: he hath neither LaHang on her temples like a golden fleece; Which makes her seat of Belmont, Colchos' strand, the court and swear, that I have a poor pennyworth

tin, French, nor Italian ; and you will come into And many Jasons come in quest of her.

in the English. He is a proper man's picture; But, O my Antonio, had I but the means

alas! who can converse with a dumb show? How To hold a rival place with one of them,

oddly he is suited! I think he bought his doublet I have a mind presages me such thrift,

in Italy, his round hose in France, his bonnet in That I should questionless be fortunato.

Germany, and his behavior every where. Ant. Thou know'st, that all my fortunes are at sea;

Ner. What think you of the Scottish lord, his Nor have I money, nor commodity

neighbor ? • Ready. 5 Formerly.

& Count