To show how coftly fummer was at hand, Quick Cupid's poft, that comes fo mannerly. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE 1. Sola. Aftreet in Venice. Enter Salanio and Silarino. Now, 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 carcafes of many a tall fhip lie bury'd, as they fay, if my goffip Report be an honeft woman of her word. Sola. I would fhe were as lying a goffip in that, as ever knapt ginger, or made her neighbours believe the wept for the death of a third husband. But it is true, without any flips of prolixity, or croffing the plain highway of talk, that the good Anthonio, the honeft AnthonioO that I had a title good enough to keep his name company! Sal. Come, the full ftop. Sola. Ha, what fay'ft thou? why, the end is, he hath loft a fhip. Sal. I would it might prove the end of his loffes. Sola. Let me fay Amen betimes, left the devil cross thy prayer, for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew. How now, Shylock, what news among the merchants? Enter Shylock. Shy. You knew (none fo well, none fo well as you) of my daughter's flight. Sal. Sal. That's certain; I, for my part, knew the tailor that made the wings fhe flew withal. Sola. And Shylock, for his own part, knew the bird was fledg'd, and then it is the complexion of them all to leave the dam. Shy. She is damu'd for it. Sal. That's certain, if the devil may be her judge. Sola. Out upon it, old carrion, rebels it at these years? 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 lofs at fea or no? Shy. There I have another bad match; a bankrupt, for a prodigal, who dares fcarce fhew his head on the Ryalto; a beggar, that us'd to come fo fmug upon the mart! let him look to his 'bond; he was wont to call me ufurer; let him look to his bond; he was wont to lend money for a Christian courtesy; let him look to his bond. Sal. Why, I am fure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his flefh: what's that good for? Shy. To bait fish withal. If it will feed nothing elfe, it will feed my revenge. He hath difgrac'd me, and hinder'd me of half a million, laugh'd at my loffes, mock'd at my gains, fcorn'd my nation, thwarted my bargains, cool'd my friends, heated mine enemies. And what's his reafon? I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimenfions, fenfes, affections, paffions? fed with the fame food, hurt with the fame weapons, fubject to the fame difeafes, heal'd by the fame means, warm'd and cool'd by the fame winter and fummer, as a Chriftian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poifon us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, fhall we not revenge? If we are like you in the reft, we will refemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Chriftian, what is his humility? revenge. If a Chriftian wrong a Jew, what should his fufferance be by Chriftian example? why, revenge. The villany you teach me, I will execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the inftruction. Enter a fervant from Anthonio. Serv. Gentlemen, my mafter Anthonio is at his houfe, 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 Jew. [Exeunt Sala. and Solar. Shy. How now, Tubal, what news from Genoa? haft thou found my daughter? Tub. I often came where I did hear of her, but cannot find her. diamond. Shy. Why there, there, there, there! a gone, coft me two thousand ducats in Francfort! 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; O would fhe 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 fearch: why, thou lofs upon lofs! the thief gone with fo much, and so much to find the thief; and no fatisfaction, no revenge, nor no ill luck ftirring, but what lights o' my fhoulders; no fighs but o' my brea thing, no tears but o' my fhedding. Tub Yes, other men have ill luck too; Anthonio, as I heard in Genoa Shy. What, what, what? ill luck, ill luck? Tub. Hath an Argofie caft away, coming from Tripolis. Shy. I thank God, I thank God; is it true? is it true? Tub. I fpoke with fome 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. Shy Shy. Thou ftick'st a dagger in me; I fhall never see my gold again; fourfcore ducats at a fitting, fourscore ducats! Tub. There came divers of Anthonio's creditors in my company to Venice, that fwear he cannot chufe but break. Shy. I am glad of it, I'll plague hin, I'll torture him; I am glad of it. Tub. One of them fhew'd 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 Anthonio is certainly undone. Shy. Nay, that's true, that's very true; an officer, befpeak him a fortnight before. the heart of him, if he forfeit; for were he nice, I can make what merchandize I will. Tubal, and meet me at our fynagogue; go, bal; at our fynagogue, Tubal. SCENE II. Changes to Belmont. go fee me I will have out of Ve Go, go, good Tu[Exeunt Enter Baffanio, Portia, Gratianio, and attendants. Por. I pray you, tarry; paufe a day or two, But let you should not understand me well, Qne One half of me is yours, the other half yours, Baf. Let me chuse; For as I am, I live upon the rack. Por. Upon the rack, Baffanio? then confefs, 'Tween fnow and fire, as treafon and my love. Baf. Promise me life, and I'll confefs the truth. Baff. Confefs, and love, Had been the very fum of my confeffion. Por. Away then! I am lock'd in one of them; If Let music found, while he doth make his choice; 107 The |