Jes. Farewell : and if my fortune be not crost, I have a father, you a daughter, lost. [Exit. Enter SALANIO, GRATIANO, and SALARINO, masqued. Gra. This is the pent-house ; under which Lorenzo Desir'd us to make stand. Salar. His hour is almost past. Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour, For lovers ever run before the clock. Salar. O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly Gra. That ever holds : Who riseth from a feast, Enter LORENZO, Salar. Here comes Lorenzo. Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode; Not I, but my affairs have made you wait; When you shall please to play the thieves for wives, I'll watch as long for you then.-Approach ; Here dwells my father, Jew -Ho! who's within ? JESSICA above, in boy's clothes. Fes. Who are you? Tell me, for more certainty, Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue. Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love. Fes. Lorenzo, certain ; and my love, indeed ; For who love I so much ? And now who knows, But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that thou art. Fes. Here catch this casket; it is worth the pains. I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me, For I am much asham'd of my exchange ; But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy. Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer. Jes. What, must I hold a candle to my shames ? So are you, sweet, Fes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself [Exit, from above. Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew. Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily: [Serenade, Enter Jessica, below. What, art thou come ?-On, gentlemen, away; [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. Belmont. A Room in Portia's House. Attendants on Portia and on the Prince of Morocco. Flourish. Enter the PRINCE of MOROCCO, PORTIA, NERISSA, and Attendants. Morocco. Bring me the fairest creature northward Por. In terms of choice I am not solely led Even for that I thank you; Por. Draw aside the curtains, and discover The several caskets to this noble prince : Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription bears ;- Por. The one of them contains my picture, prince ; If you choose that, then I am yours withal. Mor. Some god direct my judgment! Let me see, I will survey th' inscriptions back again : What says this leaden casket ? Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath. Must give--For what? for lead? hazard for lead? This casket theatens: Men, that hazard all, Do it in hope of fair advantages : A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross; I'll then nor give, nor hazard, aught for lead. What says the silver, with her virgin hue? Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. As much as he deserves ?-Pause there, Morocco, And weigh thy value with an even hand: If thou be'st rated by thy estimation, Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough May not extend so far as to the lady; As much as I deserve !-- Why, that's the lady: I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes, In graces, and in qualities of breeding; But more than these, in love I do deserve. What if I stray'd no further, but chose here?Let's see once more this saying grav'd in gold : Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire. Why, that's the lady; all the world desires her. From the four corners of the earth they come, To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint. One of these three contains her heavenly picture. Is't like, that lead contains her ? 'Twere damnation, To think so base a thought; it were too gross Por. There, take it, prince, and if my form lie there, Then I am yours. [He unlocks the golden casket. Mor. O hell! what have we here! All that glisters is not gold, Fare you well; your suit is cold. -Draw the curtains, go; Let all of his complexion choose me so. [Exeunt. |