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of many a tall fhip lye bury'd, as they say, if my gofsip Report be an honest woman of her word.
Sola. I would the were as lying a gossip in that, as ever knapt ginger; or made her neighbours believe, she wept for the death of a third husband. But it is true, without any flips of prolixity, or crossing the plain highway of talk, that the good Anthonio, the honest Ano thonio Othat I had a title good enough to keep his name company!
Sal. Come, the full stop,
Sola. Ha, what fay't thou? why the end is, he hath loft a ship.
Sal. I would it might prove the end of his losies.
Sola. Let me say Amen betimes, left the devil cross thy prayer, (10) for here he comes in the likeness of a Yew. How now, Shylock, what news among the merchants ?
Shy. You knew (none so well, none so well as you) of my daughter's fight.
Sal. That's certain ; I, for my part, knew the taylor that made the wings she flew withal.
Sola. And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird was fiedg'd, and then it is the complexion of them all to leave the dam.
Sh;. She is damn'd for it.
Sal. 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 rheniih :
(10) left tbe Devil cross my Prayer.] But the Prayer was Salanio's. The other only, as Clerk, says Amen to it. We mult therefore read
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but tell us, do you hear, whether Anthonio have had any loss at sea or no?
Shy. There I have another bad match ; a bankrupt, a prodigal, who dares scarce shew his head on the Ry. alto; a beggar that us’d to come so smug upon the mart! let him look to his bond; he was wont to call me usurer; let him look to his bond ; he was wont to lend mony for a christian courtesie; let him look to his bond.
Sal. Why, I am sure, 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 disgrac'd me, and hinder'd me of half a million, laught at my losses, mockt ac my gains, scorn'd my nation, thwarted my bargains, cool'd my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jow eyes ? hath not a few hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the fame diseases, heal'd by the same means, warm'd and cool'd by the same winter and summer, as a christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? if we are like you in the rest, we will re. semble you in that. If a Jew wrong a christian, what is his humility ? Revenge
If a christian wrong a Jow, what should his sufferance be by christian exam. ple? why, Revenge. The Villany, you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction,
Enter a Servant from Anthonio. Serv. Gentlemen, my master Anthonio is at his house, and desires to speak with you
Enter Tubal. Sola. Here comes another of the tribe ; a third cannot be match'd, unless the devil himself turn jew.
[Exeunt Sala, and Solar.
Shy. How now, Tubal, what news from Genoua ? 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 Franckfort ! the curse 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; O, would she were hers'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 lors upon loss! the thief gone with so much, and so much to find the thief ; and no satisfaction, no-revenge, nor no ill luck stirring, but what lights o' my shoulders'; no sighs but o' my breathing, no tears but o' my shedding:
Tub. Yes, other men have ill luck too ; Anthonio, as I heard in Genoua
Shy. What, what, what : ill luck, ill luck ?
Tub, Hath an Argofie cast away, coming from Tripolis.
Sby. 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 Genoua ?
Tub. Your daughter spent in Genoua, as I heard, one night, fourscore ducats.
Sby. Thou stick'lt a dagger in me: I shall never see my gold again ; fourscore ducats, at a fitting, fourscore ducats!
Tub. There came divers of Anthonio's creditors in my company to Venice, that swear he cannot chuse but break.
Sby. I am glad of it, I'll plague him, I'll torture him; I am glad of it,
Tub. One of them Thew'd me a ring, that he had of your daughter for a monky.
Shy. Out upon her! thou tortureft me, Tubal ; it was my Turquoise, I had it of Leab when I was a batchelor ; I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkies.
Tub. But Anthonio is certainly undone,
Shy. Nay, that's true ; that's very true; go fee me an officer, bespeak him a fortnight before. I will have the heart of him, if he forfeit ; for were he out of Ve. nice, I can make what merchandize I will : go, go, Tu. bal, and meet me at our synagogue; go, good Tubal; at our fynagogue, Tubal.
[Exeunt. SCENE changes to Belmont. Enter Bassanio, Portia, Gratiano, and attendants.
The Caskets are fet out.
Pray you, tarry ; pause a day or two,
hazard; for in chusing wrong
To stay you from election.
Bal. Let me chuse :
Por. Upon the rack, Baffanio? then confess,
Ball. None, but that ugly treason of mistrust,
Por. Ay, but, I fear, you speak upon the rack;
Bal. Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth.
Por. Away then! I am lockt in one of them ;
you do love me, you will find me out.
young Alcides, when he did redeem