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Ant. I am as like to call thee so again,
As to thy friends; (for when did friendship take
Who, if he break, thou may'st with better face
Of usance for my monies, and you'll not hear me :
Ant. This were kindness.
In such a place, such sum, or sums, as are
Of your fair flesh, to be cut off and taken
Ant. Content, in faith; I'll seal to such a bond, And say, there is much kindness in the Jew.
Bass. You shall not seal to such a bond for ine, I'll rather dwell in my necessity.
Ant. Why, fear not, man; I will not forfeit it; Within these two months, that's a month before This bond expires, I do expect return
Of thrice three times the value of this bond.
Shy. O father Abraham, what these Christians are;
A pound of man's flesh, taken from a man,
Ant. Hie thee, gentle Jew. This Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows kind. Bass. I like not fair terms, and a villain's mind. Ant. Come on; in this there can be no dismay, My ships come home a month before the day.
SCENE 1.-Belmont. A Room in Portia's House.
Flourish of Cornets. Enter the PRINCE OF MOROCCO, and his Train; PORTIA, NERISSA, and other of her Attendants.
Mor. Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun, To whom I am a neighbour, and near bred. Bring me the fairest creature northward born, Where Phoebus' fire scarce thaws the icicles, And let us make incision for your love, To prove whose blood is reddest, his, or mine. I tell thee, lady, this aspect of mine Hath fear'd the valiant; by my love, I swear, The best-regarded virgins of our clime Have lov'd it too: I would not change this hue, Except to steal your thoughts, my gentle queen. Por. In terms of choice I am not solely led By nice direction of a maiden's eyes : Besides, the lottery of my destiny Bars me the right of voluntary choosing: But, if my father had not scanted me, And hedg'd me by his wit, to yield myself His wife, who wins me by that means I told you, Yourself, renowned prince, then stood as fair, As any comer I have look'd on yet, For my affection.
Mor. Even for that I thank you; Therefore, I pray you, lead me to the caskets, To try my fortune. By this scimitar, That slew the Sophy, and a Persian prince, That won three fields of Sultan Solyman, I would out-stare the sternest eyes that look, Out-brave the heart most daring on the earth,
Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she bear,
In way of marriage; therefore be advis'd.
Mor. Nor will not; come, bring me unto my chance.
Por. First, forward to the temple; after dinner Your hazard shall be made. Mor.
Good fortune then! [Cornets. To make me bless't, or cursed'st among men.
scorn running with thy heels: Well, the most courageous fiend bids me pack; via! says the fiend; away! says the fiend, for the heavens; rouse up a brave mind, says the fiend, and run. Well, my conscience, hanging about the neck of my heart, says very wisely to me, my honest friend, Launcelot, being an honest man's son, or rather an honest woman's son ;- - for, indeed, my father did something smack, something grow to, he had a kind of taste; well, my conscience says, Launcelot, budge not; budge, says the fiend; budge not, says my conscience: Conscience, say I, you counsel well; fiend, say I, you counsel well: to be ruled by my conscience, I should stay with the Jew my master, who, (God bless the mark !) is a kind of devil; and, to run away from the Jew, I should be ruled by the fiend, who, saving your reverence, is the devil himself: Certainly, the Jew is the very devil incarnation: and, in my conscience, my conscience is but a kind of hard conscience, to offer to counsel me to stay with the Jew: The fiend gives the more friendly counsel: I will run, fiend; my heels are at your commandment, I will run.
Enter Old GOBBO, with a basket.
Gob. Master, young man, you, I pray you ; is the way to master Jew's?
Laun. [Aside.] O heavens, this is my true begotten father! who, being more than sand-blind, high-gravel blind, knows me not: - I will try conclusions with him.
Gob. Master young gentleman, I pray you, which is the way to master Jew's?
Laun. Turn up on your right hand, at the next turning, but, at the next turning of all, on your left; marry, at the very next turning, turn of no hand, but turn down indirectly to the Jew's house.
Gob. By God's sonties, 'twill be a hard way to it. Can you tell me whether one Launcelot, that dwells with him, dwell with him, or no?
Laun. Talk you of young master Launcelot ?Mark me now; [aside.] now will I raise the waters: Talk you of young master Launcelot?
Gob. No master, sir, but a poor man's son: his father, though I say it, is an honest exceeding poor man, and, God be thanked, well to live.
Laun. Well, let his father be what he will, we talk of young master Launcelot.
Gob. Your worship's friend, and Launcelot, sir. Laun. But I pray you ergo, old man, ergo, I beseech you; Talk you of young master Launcelot ?
Gob. Of Launcelot, an't please your masterShip.
Laun. Ergo, master Launcelot ; talk not of master Launcelot, father; for the young gentleman (according to fates and destinies, and such odd sayings, the sisters three, and such branches of learning,) is, indeed, deceased; or, as you would say, in plain terms, gone to heaven.
Gob. Marry, God forbid! the boy was the very staff of my age, my very prop.
Laun. Do I look like a cudgel, or a hovel-post, a staff, or a prop? Do you know me, father? Gob. Alack the day, I know you not, young gentleman but, I pray you, tell me, is my boy, (God rest his soul!) alive or dead?
Laun. Do you not know me, father?
Gob. Alack, sir, I am sand-blind, I know you not. Laun. Nay, indeed, if you had your eyes, you might fail of the knowing me: it is a wise father,
that knows his own child. Well, old man, I will tell you news of your son: Give me your blessing: truth will come to light; murder cannot be hid long, a man's son may; but, in the end, truth will out. Gob. Pray you, sir, stand up; I am sure, you are not Launcelot, my boy.
Laun. Pray you, let's have no more fooling about it, but give me your blessing; I am Launcelot, your boy that was, your son that is, your child that shall be.
Gob. I cannot think, you are my son.
Laun. I know not what I shall think of that: but I am Launcelot, the Jew's man: and, I am sure, Margery, your wife, is my mother.
Gob. Her name is Margery, indeed : I'll be sworn, if thou be Launcelot, thou art mine own flesh and blood. Lord worshipp'd might he be! what a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin, than Dobbin my thill-horse has on his tail.
Laun. It should seem then, that Dobbin's tail grows backward; I am sure he had more hair on his tail, than I have on my face, when I last saw him.
Gob. Lord, how art thou changed! How dost thou and thy master agree? I have brought him a present; How 'gree you now?
Laun. Well, well; but, for mine own part, as I have set up my rest to run away, so I will not rest till I have run some ground: my master's a very Jew; Give him a present! give him a halter: I am famish'd in his service; you may tell every finger I have with my ribs. Father, I am glad you are come; give me your present to one master Bassanio, who, indeed, gives rare new liveries; if I serve not him, I will run as far as God has any ground. O rare fortune! here comes the man;- to him, father; for I am a Jew, if I serve the Jew any longer.
Enter BASSANIO, with LEONARDO, and other
Bass. You may do so: - but let it be so hasted, that supper be ready at the farthest by five of the clock: See these letters deliver'd; put the liveries to making; and desire Gratiano to come anon to my lodging. [Exit a Servant.
Laun. To him, father.
Gob. God bless your worship!
Laun. Not a poor boy, sir, but the rich Jew's man; that would, sir, as my father shall specify,
Gob. He hath a great infection, sir, as one would say, to serve ———
Laun. Indeed, the short and the long is, I serve the Jew, and I have a desire, as my father shall specify,
Gob. His master and he, (saving your worship s reverence,) are scarce cater-cousins:
Laun. To be brief, the very truth is, that the Jew having done me wrong, doth cause me, as my father, being I hope an old man, shall frutify unto you,
Gob. I have here a dish of doves, that I would bestow upon your worship; and my suit is,
Laun. In very brief, the suit is impertinent to myself, as your worship shall know by this honest old man; and, though I say it, though old man, yet, poor man, my father. Bass. One speak for both; What would you? Laun. Serve you, sir. Goh. This is the very defect of the matter, sir.
Bass. I know thee well, thou hast obtain'd thy | I would entreat you rather to put on
Shylock, thy master, spoke with me this day,
And hath preferr'd thee, if it be preferment,
The follower of so poor a gentleman.
Laun. The old proverb is very well parted between
Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends
Gra. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest;
my master Shylock and you, sir; you have the grace | SCENE III. of God, sir, and he hath enough.
Bass. Thou speak'st it well; Go, father, with thy
Take leave of thy old master, and enquire My lodging out: - give him a livery
[To his Followers. More guarded than his fellows': See it done. Laun. Father, in: - I cannot get a service, no; - I have ne'er a tongue in my head.-Well; [looking on his palm.] if any man in Italy have a fairer table, which doth offer to swear upon a book. — I shall have good fortune; Go to, here's a simple line of life! here's a small trifle of wives: Alas, fifteen wives is nothing; eleven widows, and nine maids, is a simple coming in for one man: and then, to 'scape drowning thrice; and to be in peril of my life with the edge of a feather-bed ;-here are simple 'scapes! Well, if fortune be a woman, she's a good wench for this gear. - Father, come; I'll take my leave of the Jew in the twinkling of an eye. [Exeunt LAUNCELOT and Old GOBBO. Bass. I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on this; These things being bought, and orderly bestow'd, Return in haste, for I do feast to-night My best-esteem'd acquaintance: hie thee, go. Leon. My best endeavours shall be done herein. Enter GRATIANO.
Signior Bassanio, hear me :
If I do not put on a sober habit,
Gra. Nay, but I bar to-night; you shall not gage
The same. House.
Enter JESSICA and LAUNCELOT.
Jes. I am sorry, thou wilt leave my father so; Our house is hell, and thou, a merry devil, Didst rob it of some taste of tediousness: But fare thee well: there is a ducat for thee. And, Launcelot, soon at supper shalt thou see Lorenzo, who is thy new master's guest: Give him this letter; do it secretly, And so farewell; I would not have my father See me talk with thee.
Laun. Adieu! - tears exhibit my tongue. Most beautiful pagan, -most sweet Jew! If a Christian do not play the knave, and get thee, I am much deceived: But, adieu! these foolish drops do somewhat drown my manly spirit; adieu! [Erit. Jes. Farewell, good Launcelot. Alack, what heinous sin is it in me, To be asham'd to be my father's child! But though I am a daughter to his blood, I am not to his manners: 0 Lorenzo, If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife; Become a Christian, and thy loving wife.
Enter GRATIANO, LORENZO, SALARINO, and SALANIO.
Lor. Nay, we will slink away in supper-time; Disguise us at my lodging, and return
All in an hour.
Gra. We have not made good preparation.
Salan. 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly order'd ; And better, in my mind, not undertook.
Lor. 'Tis now but four o'clock; we have twc hours To furnish us; —
Enter LAUNCELOT, with a letter.
Friend Launcelot, what's the news? Laun. An it shall please you to break up this, it shall seem to signify.
Lor. I know the hand: in faith, 'tis a fair hand; And whiter than the paper it writ on, Is the fair hand that writ.
Love-news, in faith.
Laun. By your leave, sir. Lor. Whither goest thou? Laun. Marry, sir, to bid my old master the Jew to sup to-night with my new master the Christian. Lor. Hold here, take this: - -tell gentle Jessica I will not fail her; - speak it privately; go. — Gentlemen, [Exit LAUNCELOT. Will you prepare you for this masque to-night? I am provided of a torch-bearer.
Salar. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight. Salan. And so will I.
Jes. Call you? What is your will?
Shy. I am bid forth to supper, Jessica;
Shy. The patch is kind enough; but a huge feeder,
Snail-slow in profit, and he sleeps by day
More than the wild cat; drones hive not with me;
Shut doors after you: Fast bind, fast find;
Jes. Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost, I have a father, you a daughter, lost.
Desir'd us to make stand.
Salar. O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly
Gra. That ever holds: who riseth from a feast, With that keen appetite that he sits down? Where is the horse that doth untread again His tedious measures with the unbated fire That he did pace them first? All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. How like a younker, or a prodigal, The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,
There are my keys: - But wherefore should I go? Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind!
I am not bid for love; they flatter me:
Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum,
There will come a Christian by,
Will be worth a Jewess' eye. [Exit LAUN. Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha? ies. His words were, Farewell, mistress; nothing else.
How like the prodigal doth she return;
Salar. Here comes Lorenzo;- more of this hereafter.
Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode :
Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait :
Enter JESSICA, above, in boy's clothes. Jes. Who are you? Tell me, for more certainty, Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue. Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love.
Jes. 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.
Jes. 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? They in themselves, good sooth, are too too light. Why, 'tis an office of discovery, love; And I should be obscur'd.
But come at once;
For the close night doth play the run-away,
Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself
Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire. The second, silver, which this promise carries; Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt; Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath. How shall I know if I do choose the right?
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,
Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath.
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross;
If thou be'st rated by thy estimation,
Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough
As much as I deserve! - Why, that's the lady :
I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes,
One of these three contains her heavenly picture.
Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may ! 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?
A carrion death, within whose empty eye
All that glisters is not gold,
Enter SALARINO and SALANIO.
Salar. Why man, I saw Bassanio under sail; With him is Gratiano gone along;
And in their ship, I am sure, Lorenzo is not.
Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship.
Salan. I never heard a passion so confus'd,