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christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a chriftian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by christian example ? 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 Anthonio is at his house, and desires 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 can, not 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 can.. not find her.

Shy. Why there, there, there, there ! a diamond gone, coft 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 my foot, and the Jewels in her ear; 0, would she were hers'd at my foot, and the ducats in her coffin. No news of them; why so! and I know not what's fpent in the search: why, thou loss upon loss! the thief gone with so much, and so much to find the thief; and no satisfaction, no revenge, nor no ill luck ftirring, but what lights o' my thoulders; nó fighs 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 Tri, polis.

Shy. I thank God, I thank God; is it true? is it true?

Tub. I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped the wrack.

şhy,

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.

Shy. Thou stick'st a dagger in me; I shall never fee my gold again; fourscore ducats at a sitting, fourscore ducats!

Tub. There came divers of Anthonio's creditors in my company to Venice, that swear he cannot chuse but break.

Shy. I am glad of it, I'll plague him, I'll torture him ; I am glad of it.

Tub. One of them shew'd me a ring, that he had of your daughter for a monky.

Shy. Out upon her! thou torturest me, Tubal; it was my Turquoise, I had it of Leah when I was a batchelor; I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkies.

Tub. But Anthonio is certainly undonc.

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 Venice, I can make what merchandize I will: go: go, Tubal, and meet me at our fynagogue; go, good Tubal; at our fynagogue, Tubai.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Belmont.
Enter Bassanio, Portia, Gratiano, and attendants.

The Caskets are set out.
Por. I a day

Before you hazard; for in chusing wrong
I lose your company; therefore, forbear a while.
There's something tells me (but it is not love)
I would not lose you ; and you know your self,
Hate counsels not in such a quality.
But left you should not understand me well,
And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought,
I would detain you here some month or two,
Before you venture for me. I could teach you

How

How to chuse right, but I am then forsworn:
So will I never be ; so may you miss me;
But if you do, you'll make ine wish a fin,
That I had been forsworn. Beshrew your eyes,
They have o'erlook'd me, and divided me;
One half of me is yours, the other half yours,
Mine own, I would say: but if mine, then yours;
And so all yours.

Alas! these naughty times
Put bars between the owners and their rights:
And so tho' yours, not yours; prove it so,
Let fortune go to hell for it, not I.
I speak too long, but 'tis to peece the time,
To eche it, and to draw it out in length,
-To stay you from election.

Bal. Let me chuse:
For as I am, I live upon the rack.

Por. Upon the rack, Bassanio ? then confess,
What treason there is mingled with your love.

Ball. None, but that ugly treason of mistrust,
Which makes me fear th' enjoying of my love:
There may as well be amity and life
Tween snow and fire, as treason and my love.

Por. Ay, but, I fear, you speak upon the rack; Where men enforced do speak any thing.

Bas. Promise me life, and I'll confess the truth,
Por. Well then, confess and live.
Bal. Confess, and love,
Had been the very sum of my

confeflian.
O happy torment, when my torturer
Doth teach me answers for deliverance !
But let me to my fortune and the caskets.

Por. Away then! I am lockt in one of them;
If you do love me, you will find me out.
Nerisa, and the rest, stand all aloof,
Let mufick sound, while he doth make his choice;
Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end,
Fading in musick. That the comparison
May stand more just, my eye shall be the stream
And wat'ry death-bed for him : he may win,
And what is musick then? then mufick is

Even as the flourish, when true subjects bow
To a new-crowned monarch: such it is,
As are those dulcet sounds in break of day,
That creep into the dreaming bridegroom's car,
And summon him to marriage. Now he goes,
With no less presence, but with much more love,
Than young Alcides, when he did redeem
The virgin-tribute, paid by howling Troy
To the sea-monster: I stand for sacrifice;
The rest aloof are the Dardanian wives,
With bleared visages come forth to view
The issue of th’ exploit. Go, Hercules !
Live thou, I live; with much, much more dismay
I view the fight, than thou, that mak'st the fray.

[Mufick within. A Song, whilf Baffanio comments on the caskets to

himself
Tell me, where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head ?
How begot, how nourished?
Reply, reply.
It is engender'd in the eye,
With gazing fed, and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lyes :
Let us all ring fancy's knell.
I'll begin it.
Ding, dong, bell.

All, Ding, dong, bell.
Bal. So may the outward shows be least them-

selves :
The world is still deceiv'd with Ornament.
In law, what plea fo tainted and corrupt,
But being season'd with a gracious voice,
Obscures the show of evil? in religion,
What damned error, but some sober brow
Will bless it, and approve it with a text,
Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
There is no vice so simple, but assumes
Some mark of virtue on its outward parts.

How

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How many cowards, whose hearts are all as falle
As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins
The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars;
Who, inward searcht, have livers white as milk?
And these assume but valour's excrement,
To render them redoubted. Look on beauty,
And you shall see ’ris purchas'd by the weight,
Which therein works a miracle in nature,
Making them lightest, that wear most of it:
So are those crisped snaky golden locks,
Which make such wanton gambols with the wind
Upon fuppofed fairness, often known
To be the dowry of a second head,
The skull, that bred them, in the fepulcher.
Thus Ornament is but the guiled shore (16)

To a most dang’rous sea; the beauteous scarf
Veiling an Indian beauty ; in a word,
The seeming truth which cunning times put on
T'entrap the wiseft. Then thou gaudy gold,
Hard food for Midas, I will none of thee:
Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge
'Tween man and man: but thou, thou meager lead,
Which rather threatnest, than dost promise ought, (17)
Thy plainness moves me more than eloquence ;
And here chuse I; joy be the consequence !
(16)

- is but the gilded Shore] I have restor'd, on the Authority of the old 4to's and Folia Impressions, guiled, i. e. guily, furnish'd for Deceit, made to betray. The Poet uses the participle paffive in an active Signification; as, vice versa, it will be found, upon Observation, that he employs the active participle pallively. To give a fingle Instance from K. Lear;

Who, by the Art of known and feeling Sorrows,

Am pregnant to good Pity.
For feeling Sorrows here means Sorrows that make themselves felt.

(17) Thy Faleness moves me more than Eloquence ;] Bafanio is difpleas'd at the golden Casket for its Gardiness, and the Silver one for its Paleness ; but, What! is he charm'd with the Leaden one for having the very fame Quality that displeas'd him in the Silver ? The Poet never intended such an absurd Reasoning. He certainly wrote,

Thy Plainness moves me more than Eloquence; This characterizes the Lead from the Silver, which Paleness does not, they being both pale. Besides, there is a Beauty in the Antithesis between Plainness and Eloquence; between Paleness and Eloquence, none. Mr. Warburton.

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