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Who chuseth me, must give and hazard all he hath.
how much honour
To be new varnish’d.] Mr. Warburton very justly observ'd to me upon the Confusion and Disagreement of the Metaphors here ; and is of Opinion,
that Shakespeare might have wrote ;
To be new vanned.
We shall be winnow'd with fo rough a Wind,
our Corn shall seem as light as Chaff,
Pickt from the chaff and ruin of the times,
[Unlocking the silver casket.
Por. To offend, and judge, are distinct offices,
The fire sev'n times tried this ;
So, be gone, Sir, you are sped.
Ner. The ancient saying is no heresy,
Enter a Servant.
Serv. Madam, there is alighted at your gate
Por. No more, I pray thee , I am half afraid,
(14) Bassanio Lord, love, if] Mr. Pope, and all the preceding Editors have follow'd this pointing; as imagining, I suppose, that Bajanio lord means, Lord Baffanio; but Lord must be coupled to Love:
as if the had Imperial Love, if it be thy Will, let it be Bafanio whom this "Meffenger fore-runs.
SCENE, a Street in VENIC E.
Enter Salanio and Solarino,
Sal. Why yet it lives there uncheckt, that
Anthonio hath a ship of rich lading wrackt on the narrow seas; the Godwins, I think, they call the place; a very dangerous flat and fatal, where the carcases of many a tall ship lye bury'd, as they say, 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, she wept
for the death of a third husband. But it is true, without any flips of prolixity, or crossing the plain high-way of talk, that the good Anthonio, the honest Anthonio ó 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 losses.
Sola. Let me fay Amen betimes, lest the devil cross thy prayer, (15) for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew. How now, Shylock, what news among the merchants :
Enter Shylock. Shy. You knew (none so well, none so well as you) of my daughter's flight. (15)
left the Devil cross my Prayer.] But the Prayer was Salanio's. The other only, as Clerk, says Amen to it. We must therefore read thy Prayer.
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 fledg'd, and then it is the complection of them all to leave the dam.
Shy. She is damn'd for it.
Sola. Out upon it, old carrion, rebels it at these years?
Shy. I say, my daughter is my flesh and blood.
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 scarce Thew his head on the Ryalto; a beggar, that us’d to come so smug 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 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?
Sby. 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, mockt at 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 few eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same 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 resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a