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Builds in the weather on the outward wall,
Because I will not jump with common spirits, # And rank me with the barb'rous multitudes.
Why then to thee, thou silver treasure-house :
To wear an undeserved dignity:
(Unlocking the filver casket. (13)
how mach bonour Pick'd from the Chaff and ruin of the times,
To be new varnith’d.] Mr. Warburton very juftly obsery'd to me upon the confusion and disagreement of the Metapbors 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 used for winnowing the chaff from the corn, This alteration, as he observes, 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 winnow'd with so rough a wind,
That ev'n our corn hall seem as light as chaff.
Such, and so finely boulted did' It thou seem,
Ar. What's here! the portrait of a blinking idiot,
Por. To offend, and judge, are distinct offices,
The fire sev’n times tried this ;
Ner. The ancient saying is no heresy,
Enter a Servant,
Venetian, one that comes before
From whom he bringeth sensible regreets ;
Por. No more, I pray thee; I am half afraid,
a Street in Venice.
Enter Salanio and Solarino.
SOLARINO. N. what news on the
Ryalto ? Sal. Why yet it lives there uncheck'd, that Anthonio hath a ship of rich lading wreck'd on the narrow feas; the Godwins, I think, they call the place; a very dangerous flat and fatal, where the carcases of many, a tall thip lye bury'd, as they fay, if my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word.
Sola. I would she were as lying a gossip in that, as ever knapt ginger; or made her neighbours believe, le wept for the death of a third husband. But it is true,
(14) Baffanio Lord, love, if] Mr. Pope, and all the preceding editions have follow'd this pointing; as imagining, I suppose, that Basfanio lord means, Lord Basanio; but Lord must
be coupled to Love : as if she had said, imperial love, if it be thy will, let it be Bassanio • whom this messenger fore-runs.
without any flips of prolixity, or croffing the plain high-way of talk, that the good Anthonio, the honett Anthonio O that I had a title good enough to keep his name company.
Sal. Come, the full stop.
Sola. Ha, what say'st thou ? why the end is, he hath lost a ship.
Sal. I would, it might prove the end of his loffes.
Sola. Let me say Amen betimes, left the devil cross ľny prayer, (15) for here he comes in the likeness of a Jow. How now, Shylock, what news among the mes chants ?
Enter Shylock. Shy. You knew (none so well, none fo well as you) of my daughter's fight.
Sal. That's certain ; 1, for my part, knew the taylor that made the wings she flew withal.
Sda. And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird was fledg'd, and then it is the complection of them all to leave the dam.
Shy. 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 rhenish: 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 Icarce thew his head on the Ryalto; a beggar, that us’d to come so smug upon the mart! let him look on his bond; he was wont to call me usurer; let him look to his bond; he was wont to lend money for a christian courtesy ; let him look to his bond.
left the devil crofs my prayer, ] But the prayer was Salanio's. The other only, as clerk, says. Amen to it. We must therefore read mothy prayer.
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 half a million, laught at my losses, mock'd at my gains, scorn'd my nation, thwarted my bargains, coold my friends, heated mine enemies; and what's his reason? I am a few. Hath not a Jew 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, heald by the same means, warm'd and coold by the faine winter and summer, as a chrißian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed! if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if fon us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a christian, what is his humility ? Revenge. If a christian wrong a few, what should his sufferance be by chriftian example i why Revenge. The villany, you teach me, I will execute; and it hall go hard, but I will better the instruction.
Enter a Servant from Anthonio. Ser. Gentlemen, my master Anthonjo is at his house, and defires to speak with you both. Sal. We have been up and down to seek him.
Enter Tubal. Sola. Here comes another of the tribe; a third cannot be match’d, 'unless the devil himself turn few.
[Exeunt Sala. and Solar. Shy. How pow, Tubal, what news from Genoua? haft thou found my daughter ?
Tub. I uften came where I did hear of her, but cannot find her.
Shy. Why there, there, there, there! a diamond gone, cost me two thousand ducats in Frankfort ! 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