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I have sent twenty out to seek for you.

Gra. I'm glad on’t; 1 desire no more delight Than to be under fail, and gone to-night. [Exeunt.

SCENE VIII. Changes to Belmont. Enter Portia with Morochius, and both their trains:

Por. Go, draw aside the curtains and discover The sev'ral caskets to this Noble Prince. Now make your choice. [Three caskets are discover'd.

Mor. The first of gold, which this inscription bears, Who chuseth me, shall gain what many men defire. The second filver, which this promise carries, Who chuseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt, Who chuseth me, must give and hazard all he hath. How shall I know, if I do chuse the right?

Por. The one of them contains my picture, Prince;' If you chuse that, then I am your's withal.

Mor. Some God direct my judgment ! let me see, I will survey th'inscriptions back again ; What says this leaden casket ? Who chuseth me, must give and hazard all he hath. Muft give, for what ? for lead ? hazard for lead? This casket threatens. Men that hazard all, Do it in hope of fair advantages : A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross ; I'll then not give, nor hazard, aught for lead.. What says the silver, with her virgin hue ? Who chuseth me, all get as much as he deserves: As much as he deserves ? pause there, Morochius; And weigh thy value with an even hard. If thou be'st rated by thy estimation, Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough May not extepd so far as to the lady ; And yet to be afraid of my deserving, Were but a weak disabling of myself. 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 ftray'd no farther, but chose here? Vol. II.


Let's see once more this saying grav'd in gold.
Who chuseth me, shall gain what many men defire.
Why, that's the lady; all the world desires her;
From the four corners of the earth they come
To kiss this thrine, this mortal breathing saint.
Th' Hyrcanian deserts, and the vafty wilds
Of wide Arabia, are as thorough-fares now,
For Princes to come view fair Portia.
The wat'ry kingdom, whose ambitious head
Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar
To stop the foreign spirits ; but they come,
As o'er a brook, to see fair Portia.
One of these three contains her heav'nly picture.
Is 't like, that lead contains her ? 'twere damnation,
To think so base a thought : it were too gross
To rib her cerecloth in the obscure grave.
Or thall I think, in silver she's immur'd,
Being ten times undervalu'd to try'd gold?
O sinful thought, never so rich a gem
Was set in worse than gold! they have, in England,
A coin, that bears the figure of an angel
Stamped in gold, but that's insculpt upon :
But here an angel in a golden bed
Lies all within. Deliver me the key ;
Here do I chuse, and thrive I as I may !

Por. There take it, Prince; and if my form lie there, Then I am your's. [Unlocking the gold casket.

Mor. O hell! what have we here : a carrion death,
Within whose empty eye there is a scrowl:
I'll read the writing.

All that glifiers is not gold,
Often have


heard that told ;
Many a man his life hath fold,
But my outside to behold,
Gilded wood may wornuis infold :
Had you been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgment old,

answer had not been infcrol'd,

Fare you well, your fuit is cold. Mor. Cold, indeed, and labour loft; Then arcwel heat, and welcome frost.

Portia, adieu! I have too griev'd a heart
To take a tedious leave : thus. losers part. [Exit.

Por. A gentle riddance : draw the curtains; gom Let all of his complexion chuse me so. [Exeunt.



Changes to Venice,
Enter Solarino and Salanio.
Sal. Why, man, I saw Baffanio under fail

With him is Gratiano gone along ;
And in their ship I'm sure Lorenzo is not.

Sola. The villain Jew with outcries rais'd the Duke, Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship.

Sal. He came too late, the ship was under fail;
But there the Duke was given to understand,
That in ä gondola were seen together
Lorenzo and his am'rous Jessica :
Besides, Anthonio certify'd the Duke,
They were not with Baffanio in his ship.

Sola. I never heard a paffion so confus'd,
So strange, outrageous, and so variable,
As the dog Jew did utter in the Itreets;
My daughter ! O my ducats ! O my daughter,
Fled with a Christian? O my Christian ducats !
Justice, the law, my ducats, and my daughter !
A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats,
Of double ducats, stol'n from me by my daughter !
And jewels too, ftones, rich and precious stones,
Stol'n by my daughter ! Justice! find the girl ;
She hath the stones upon her, and the ducats.

Sal. Why, all the boys in Venice follow him,
Crying his stones, his daughter, and his ducats.

Sola. Let good Anthonio look he keep his day; Or he shall


for this.
Sal. Marry, well remember'd.
I reason’d with a Frenchman yesterday,
Who told me, in the narrow seas that part
The French and English, there iniscarried
A vessel of our country richly fraught :
I thought upon Anthonio, when he told me,
And wish'd in silence that it were not his.

Sela. You were best to tell Anthonio what you hear;

Yet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him.

Sal. A kinder gentleman treads not the earth.
I saw Bassanio and Anthonio part.
Bassanio told him, he would make fome speed
Of his return. He answer'd, Do not fo;
Slubber not business for my fake, Bassanio ;
But stay the very riping of the time :
And for the Jew's bond which he hath of me,
Let it not enter in your mind of love :
Be merry, and employ your chiefest thoughts
To courtship, and such fair oftents of love,
As shall conveniently become you there,
And even there, his eye being big with tears,
Turning his face, he put his hand behind him,
And, with affection wondrous sensible,
Ee wrung Bassanio's hand, and so they parted.

Sola. I think he only loves the world for him.
I pray thee, let us go and find him out,
And quicken his embraced heaviness
With some delight or other.
Sal. Do we so.

[Exeunt. SCENE X.

Changes to Belmont. Enter Neriffa with a servant. Ner. Quick, quick, I pray thee, draw the curtain The Prince of Ariagon has ta’en his oath, [trait; And comes to his election presently. Enter Arragon, his train, Portia. Flor. Cornets. The

caskets are discover’d. Por. Behold, there stand the caskets, Noble Prince: If chuse that wherein I am contain'd, Strait shall our nuptial rites be solemniz’d; But if you fail, without more speech, my Lord, You must be gone from hence immediately.

Ar. I am injoin'd by oath t’ observe three things : First, never to unfold to any one Which casket 'twas I chose; next, if I fail Of the right casket, never in my life To woo a maid in way of marriage ; Last, if I fail in fortune of my choice,


Immediately to leave you, and be gone.

Por. To these injunctions every on: doth swear,
That comes to hazard for my worthless felf,

Ar. And so have I address’d me; fortune now
To my heart's hope! gold, silver, and base lead.
Who chuseth me, must give and hazard all he hath,
You shall look fairer, ere I give or hazard.
What says the golden chest? ha, let me fee;
Who chuseth me, Jall gain what many men defire.
What many men deGrethat may be meant
Of the fool-multitude, that chuse by show,
Not learning, more than the fond eye doth teach ;
Which pry not to th'interior, but, like the martleti,
Builds in the weather on the outward wall,
Ev’n in the force and road of casualty.
I will not chufe what many men desire,
Because I will not jump with common spirits,
And rank me with the barb'rous multitudes.
Why, then, to thee, thou silver treasure-house ;
Tell me once more, what title thou deft bear.
Who chuseth me, shall get as much as he deserves s
And weil said too, for who shall go

To cozen fortune, and be honourable
Without the stamp of merit ? Let none presume
To wear an undeserved dignity:
O that eftates, degrees, and offices,
Were not deriv'd corruptly, that clear honour
Were. purchas'd by the merit of the wearer!
How many then should cover, that stand bare ?
How many be commanded, that command ?
How much low peasantry would then be gleaned
From the true feed of honour ? how much honour
Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times,
To be new vanned? Well, but to my choice:
Who chufeth me, Mall get as much as he deserves =
I will affume desert; give me a key for this,
And instantly unlock my fortunes here.
Por. Too long a pause for that which you find there':-

[Unlocking the silver casket, Ar. What's here ! the portrait of

a blinking idioty Presenting me a schedule!' I will read it. How much unlike art thou to Portia.

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