Who chuseth me, shall gain what many men defire. (8) bow much bonour Pick'd from the Chaff and Ruin of the Times, 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. i. e. winnow'd, purged: from the French Word, wanner; which is deriv'd from the Latin, vannus, ventilabrum, the Fan used for winnowing the Chaff from the Corn. This Alteration, as he observes, restores the Metaphor to its Integrity: and our Poet frequently uses the fame Thought. But as Shakespeare is so loose and licentious in the blending of different Metaphors, I have not ventur'd to disturb the Text. I I will assume desert; give me a key for this, Por. Too long a pause for that which you find there. [Unlocking the filver casket. Ar. What's here! the portrait of a blinking idiot, How much unlike my hopes and my deservings? And of oppofed natures. The fire few'n times tried this; Ar. Still more fool I shall appear, Por. Thus hath the candle fing'd the moth: Enter a Servant. [Exit. Serv. Where is my lady? F2 Por. Por. Here, what would my lord ? Serv. Madam, there is alighted at your gate Por. No more, I pray thee; I am half afraid, Thou'lt say anon, he is some kin to thee; Quick Cupid's post, that comes so mannerly. } Ner. Baffanio, lord Love, if thy will it be! (9) [Exeunt. SCENE, a Street in VENICE. Enter Salanio and Solarino. SOLARINO. OW, what news on the Ryalto? N° Sal. Why, yet it lives there uncheckt, that Anthonio hath a ship of rich lading wreckt on the narrow feas; the Godwins, I think, they call the place; a very dangerous flat and fatal, where the carcases (9) Bassanio Lord, love, if] Mr. Pope, and all the preceding Editors have follow'd this pointing; as imagining, I suppose, that Baffanio lord means, Lord Baffanio; but Lord must be coupled to Love: as if she had faid, Imperial "Love, if it be thy Will, let it be Baffanio whom this "Messenger foreruns. " of of many a tall ship lye bury'd, as they say, if my gofsip 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 croffing the plain highway of talk, that the good Anthonio, the honest 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 loft a thip. Sal. I would it might prove the end of his losses. Sola. Let me fay Amen betimes, left the devil cross thy prayer, (10) for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew. How now, Shylock, what news among the merchants ? 1 Enter Shylock. Shy. You knew (none so well, none so well as you) of my daughter's flight. Sal. That's certain; I, for my part, knew the taylor that made the wings the flew withal. 4 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 damn'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? Shy. I fay, 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 rhenith: (10)-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 thy Prayer. Mr. Warburton. but tell us, do you hear, whether Anthonie have had any loss at fea or no? Shy. There I have another bad match; a bankrupt, a prodigal, who dares scarce shew 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 usurer; let him look to his bond; he was wont to lend mony 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? 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 of half a million, laught at my losses, mocktat 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 fow eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, paffions ? 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 fame winter and fummer, as a christian 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, shall we not revenge? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a few wrong a christian, what is his humility? Revenge. If a chriftian wrong a Jow, what should his fufferance be by christian example? why, Revenge. The Villany, you teach me, I will execute; and it shall go hard, but I will better the inftruction. Enter a Servant from Anthonio. Serv. Gentlemen, my master Anthonio is at his houfe, and defires to speak with you both. Sal. We have been up and down to feek 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. |