Laun. [Aside.] O heavens, this is my true | hair on his tail, than I have on my face, wher begotten father! who, being more than sand. I last saw him. blind, high-gravel blind, knows me not :-I Gob. Lord, how art thou changed! How will try conclusions with him.

dost thou and thy master agree: I have brought Gob. Master young gentleman, I pray you, him a present; How 'gree you now? which is the way to master Jew's?

Laun. Well, well; but, for mine own part, Laun. Turn up on your right hand, at the as I have set up my rest to run away, so I will next turning, but, at the next turning of all, not rest till I have run some ground: my mason your left; marry, at the very next turning, ter's a very Jew: Give him a present! give turn of no hand, but turn down indirectly to him a halter: I am famish'd in his service; the Jew's house.

you may tell every finger I have with my ribs. Gob. By God's sonties, 'twill be a hard way Father, I am glad you are come; give me to hit. Can you tell me whether one Launce- your present to one master Bassanio, who, inlot, that dwells with him, dwell with him, or deed, gives rare new liveries ; if I'serve not no ?

him, I will run as far as God has any ground. Laun. Talk you of young master Launce--O rare fortune! here comes the man ;-to lot ?-Mark me now; [aside.) now will I raise him, father; for I am a Jew, if I serve the Jew the waters:—Talk you of young master Launce- any longer. lot?

Gob. No master, Sir, but a poor man's son; Enter Bassanio, with LEONARDO, and other his father, though I say it, is an honest exceed

Followers. ing poor 'man, and, God be thanked, well to Bass. You may do so ;-but let it be so hastlive.

ed, that supper be ready at the farthest by five Luun. Well, let his father be what he will, of the clock: See these letters deliver'd; put we talk of young master Launcelot.

the liveries to making; and desire Gratiano Gob. Your worship's friend, and Launcelot, to come anon to my lodging. [Exit a Serrant Sir.

Luun. To him, father. Laun. But I pray you ergo, old man, ergo, I Gob. God bless your worship! beseech you ; Talk you of young master Bass. Gramercy; Would'st thou aught with Launceloi ?

me? Gob. Of Launcelot, an't please your master- Gob. Here's my son, Sir, a poor boy, sluip.

Lau. Not a poor boy, Sir, but the rich Jew's Laun. Ergo, master Launcelot; talk not of man; that would, Sir, as my father shall spemaster Launcelot, father; for the young gen. cify, tleman (according to fates and destinies, and Gob. He hath a great infection, Sir, as one such odù sayings, the sisters three, and such would say, to serve branches of learning,) is, indeed, deceased ; Laun. Indeed, the short and the long is, Í or, as you would say, in plain terms, gone to serve the Jew, and I have a desire, as my fa. heaven.

ther shall specify,Gols. Marry, God forbid! the boy was the Gob. His master and he, (saving your worvery staff of my age, my very prop.

ship’s reverence,) are scarce cater-cousins : Laun. Do I look like a cudgel, or a hovel- Laun. To be brief, the very truth is, that the post, a staff, or a prop ?-Do you know me, Jew, having done me wrong, doth cause me, father?

as my father, being I hope an olel man, shali Gob. Alack the day, I know you not, young frutity unto you, gentleman: but, I pray you, tell me, is my boy, Gob. I have here a dish of doves, that I (God rest his soul!) alive, or dead?

would bestow upon your worship; and my Laum. Do you not know me, father?

suit is, Gob. Alack, Sir, I am sand-blind, I know Laun. In very brief, the suit is impertinent

to myself, as your worship shall know by this Laun. Nay, indeed, if you had your eyes, honest old man ; and, though I say it, though you might tail of the knowing me: it is a wise old man, vet, poor man, my father. father, that knows his own child. Well, old Bass. One speak for both;- What would man, I will tell you news of your son: Give you? me your blessing: truth will come to light; Luun. Serve you, Sir. murder cannot be hid long, a man's son may; Gob. This is the very defect of the matter, Sir. but, in the end, truth will out.

Bass. I know thee well, thou hast obtain'd Gob. Pray you, Sir, stand up; I am sure,

thy suit: vou are not Launcelot, my boy.

Shylock, thy master, spoke with me this day, Laun. Pray yon, let's have no more fooling And hath preferr'd thee, if it be preferment, about it, but give me your blessing; I am To leave a rich Jew's service, to become Launcelot, your boy that was, your son that is, The follower of so poor a gentleman. your child that shall be.

Laun. The old proverb is very well parted Gob. I cannot think, you are my son. between my master Shylock and you, Sir; you

Laun. I know not what I shall think of that: have the grace of God, Sir, and he hath enough. but I am Launcelot, the Jew's man; and, I am Bass. Thou speak'st it well : Go, father with sure, Margery, your wife, is my mother.

thy son :Gob. Her name is Margery, indeed: I'll be Take leave of thy old master, and inquire sworn, if thou be Launcelot, thou art mine own My lodging out :-Give him a livery flesh and blood. Lord worshipp'd might he

[To his Followers. be! what a beard hast thou got thou hast got More guarded* than his fellows’: See it done. more hair on thy chin, than Dobbin my thill. Laun. Father, in :-I cannot get a service, horset has on his tail.

no;-I have ne'er a tongne in my head.-Well; Lann. It should seem then, that Dobbin's (Looking on his palin.) if any man in Italy have tsil grow's backward; I am sure he had more à fairer table, which doth offer to swear upon Evperiments. + Shaft-horse.

* Ornamented. + The palm of the hand extendal

ou not,


a book. I shall have good fortune ; Go to, 1 And so farewell ; I would not have my father here's a simple line of life! here's a small trifle See me talk with thee. of wives : `Alas, fifteen wives is nothing; Laun. Adieu !--tears exhibit my tongue.eleven widows, and nine maids, is a simple Most beautiful pagan,-most sweet Jew! If a coming-in for ine man: and then, to 'scape Christian do not play the knave, and get thee, drowning thrice; and to be in peril of my life I am much deceived: But, adieu! these foolish with the edge of a feather-bed ;-here are sim- drops do somewhat drown my maniy spirit; ple’scapes! Well, if fortune be a woman, she's adieu!

[Erit. a good wench for this gear.–Father, coine ; Jes. Farewell, good Launcelot.I'll take my leave of the Jew in the twinkling Alack, what heinous sin it is in me, of an eye.

To be asham'd to be my father's child ! [Exeunt LAUNCELot and old GOBBO. But though I am a daughter to his blood, Bass. I pray thee, good Leonardo, think on I am not to his manners: O Lorenzo, this:

If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife; These things being bought, and orderly be- Become a Christian, and thy loving wife. Return in haste, for I do least to-night (stow'd,

[Exit. Jy best-esteem'd acquaintance; hie thee, go. SCENE IV.-The same.-A Street. Leon. My best endeavours shall be done herein.



Lor. Nay, we will slink away in supper-time; Gru. Where is your master ?

Disguise us at my lodging, and return Leon. Yonder, Sir, he walks.

All in an hour. [Exit LEONARDO.

Gra. We have not made good preparation. Gra, Signior Bassanio,

Salar. We have not spoke us yet of torchBass. Gratiano !

bearers. Gra. I have a suit to you,

Salan. "Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly Bass. You have obtain'd it.

orderd; Gra. You must not deny me; I must go with And better, in my mind, not undertook. you to Belmont.

Lor. 'Tis now but four a-clock; we have two Bass. Why, then you must ;-But hear thee, To furnish us :

[hours Gratiano; Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice;

Enter LAUNCELOT, with a letter. Parts, that become thee happily enough, Friend Launcelot, what's the news ? • And in such eyes as ours appears not faults ; Laun. An it shall please you to break up this, But where thou art not known, why, there they it shall seem to signify. show

Lor. I know the hand : in faith, 'tis a fair Something too liberal:*--pray thee, take pain And whiter than the paper it writ on, [hand; To allay with some cold drops of modesty

Is the fair hand that writ. Thy skipping spirit; lest, through thy wild be- Gra. Love-news, in faith. I be misconstrued in the place I go to, [haviour, Laun. By your leave, Sir. And lose my hopes.

Lor. Whither goest thou ? Gra. Signior Bassanio, hear me:

Laun. Marry, Sir, to bid my old master the If I do not put on a sober habit,

Jew to sup to.night with my new master the Talk with respect, and swear but now and then, Christian. Wear prayer-books in my pocket, look de- Lor. Hold here, take this :-tell gentle Jesmurely;


sica, Nay more, while grace is saying, hood mine I will not fail her ;-speak it privately; go. Thus with my hat, and sigh, and say, amen;


[Exit LAUNCELOT. Use all the observance of civility,

Will you prepare you for this masque to-night? Like one well studied in a sad ostentt

I am provided of a torch-bearer. To please his grandam, never trust me more. Salar. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it Bass. Well, we shall see your bearing.

straight. Gru. Nay, but I bar to-night; you shall not Salan. And so will I. gage me

Lor. Meet me, and Gratiano, By what we do to-night.

At Gratiano's lodging some hour hence. Bass. No, that were pity;

Salar. 'Tis good we do so. I would entreat you rather to put on

(Exeunt Salar. and Salan Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica ? That purpose merriment: But fare you well,

Lor. I must needs tell thee all: She hath I have some business.

directed, Gra. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest;

How I shall take her from her father's house; But we will visit you at supper-time. [Excunt. What gold, and jewels, she is furnish'd with; SCENE III.-The same.- A Room in Shy. If e'er the Jew her father come to heaven,

What page's suit she hath in readiness.
LOCK's House.

It will be for his gentle daughter's sake:
Enter Jessica and LAUNCELOT.

And never dare misfortune cross her foot, Jes. I am sorry, thou wilt leave my fatherso; That she is issue to a faithless Jew.

Unless she do it under this excuse,-
Our house is hell, and thou, a merry devil,
Didst rob it of some taste of tediousness :

Come, go with me; peruse this, as thou goest: But fare thee well; there is a ducat for thee.

Fair Jessica shall be my torch-bearer. [Exeunt. And, Launcelot, soon at supper shalt thou see SCENE V.-The same. Before Shylock's Lorenzo, who is thy new master's guest :

House. Give him this letter; do it secretly,

Enter SHYLOCK and LAUNCELOT. * Gross, licentious. + Show of staid and serious demeanour,

Shy. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be Carriage, deportment.

thy judge,

The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio: Salar. His hour is almost past.
What, Jessica !--thou shall not gormandize, Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour,
As thou hast done with me;- -What, Jessica! For lovers ever run before the clock.
And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out;- Sular. O, ten times faster Venus' pigions fiy
Why, Jessica, I say!

To seal love's bonds new made, than they are
Luun. Why, Jessica!

To keep obliged faith unforfeited! (wont, Shy. Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee Gra. That ever holds: Who rises from a call.

feast, Luun. Your worship was wont to tell me, I With that keen appetite that he sits down? could do nothing without bidding.

Where is the horse that doth untread again

His tedious measures with the unbated tire Enter JESSICA.

That he did pace them first? All things that are, Jes. Call you? What is your will ?

Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. Shy I am bid* forth to supper, Jessica;

How like a younker, or a prodigal, There are my keys:-But wherefore should I The scarfed* bark puts from her native bay, I am not bid for love; they tlatter me:


Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind! But yet I'll go in hate, to feed upon

How like the prodigal doth she return; Tht: prudigal Christian.-Jessica, my girl,

With over-weather'd ribs, and ragged sails, Louk to my house :- I am right loath to go;

Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind! There is some ill a brewing towards my rest, For I did dream of money-bags to-night.

Enter LORENZO. Laun I beseech you, Sir, go; my young mas- Salar. Here comes Lorenzo ;-more of this ter doth expect your reproach.

hereafter. Shy. So do I his.

Lor. Sweet friends, your patience for my long Laun. And they have conspired together, -I

abode; will not say, you shall see a masque; but if Not I, but my affairs, have made you wait; you do, then it was not for nothing that my When you shall please to play the thieves for nose fell a bleeding on Black-Monday last, at

wives, six o'clock i’the morning, falling out that year I'll watch as long for you then.—Approach;: on Ash-Wednesday was four year in the after- Here dwells my father Jew:-Ho! who's noon.

within. Shy. What! are there masques? Hear you me, Jessica :

[drum, Enter Jessica above, in boy's clothes. Lock up my doors; and when you hear the And the vile squeaking of the wry-neck'd fife,

Jes. Who are you? Tell me, for more cer

tainty, Clamber not you up to the casements then,

Albeit I'll swear that I do know your tongue, Nor thrust your head into the public street,

Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love.
To gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces:
But stop my house's ears, I mean my case-

Jes. Lorenzo, certain; and my love, indeed ;

For who love I so much? And now who knows, ments; Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter

But you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours ? My sober house.-By Jacob's staff, I swear,

Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness

that thou art. I have no mind of feasting forth to-night: But I will go.-Go you before me, sirrah;

Jes. Here, catch this casket; it is worth the Say, I will come.

pains. Luun. I will go before, Sir.

I am glau 'tis night, you do not look on me,

For I am much asham'd of my exchange : Mistress, look out at window, for all this;

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see There will come a Christian by, Will be worth a Jewess' eye. (Exit LAUN. For if they could, Cupid himself would blush

The pretty follies that themselves commit;
..Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's off. To see me thus transformed to a boy.

Spring, ha?
Jes. His words were, Farewell, mistress;

Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch

bearer. nothing else. Shy. The patch is kind enough; but a huge

Jes. What, must I hold a candle to my

shames? feeder.

(light Snail-slow in profit, and he sleeps by day

They in themselves, good sooth, are too too More than the wild cat; drones hive not with And 'I should be obscur'd.

Why, 'tis an office of discovery, love;
Therefore I part vith him; and part with him Even in the lovely garnish of a boy.

Lor. So are you, sweet,
To one that I would have him help to waste But come at once;
His borrow'd purse. Well, Jessica, go in;
Perhaps, I will return immediately;

For the close night doth play the run-away,
Do, as I 'bid

And we are staid for at Bassanio's feast. you, Shut doors after you: Fast bind, fast find;

Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild mye

self A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. [Exit: with some more ducats, and be with you Jes. Farewell : and if my fortune be not


[Erit, from above. crost, I have a father, you a daughter, lost.


Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and nu

SCENE VI.-The same.

Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily:

For she is wise, if I can judge of her; Enter GRATIANO and SALARNIO, masked.

And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true;

And true she is, as she hath proved herself; Gra. This is the pent-house, under which And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true Desir'd us to make stand.

[Lorenzo Shall she be placed in my constant soul. * Invited.

* Decorated with sings



Enter JESSICA, below.

Is't like, that lead contains her ? 'Twer dan What, art thou come ?-On, gentlemen, away ; To think so base a thought; it were too gross

nation, Our masking mates by this time for us stay. Erit with JESSICA and SALARINO. To rib* her cerecloth in the obscure grave.

Or shall I think, in silver she's immur'd, Enter ANTONIO.

Being ten times undervalued to try'd gold? Ant. Who's there?

O sinful thought! Never so rich a gem Gra. Signior Antonio?

Was set in worse than gold. They have in Ant. Fie, fie, Gratiano? where are all the rest?

England Tis nine o'clock; our friends all stay for you:- A coin, that bears the figure of an angel No masque to-night; the wind is come about, Stamped in gold; but that's insculp'dt upon; Bassanio presently will go aboard:

But here an angel in a golden bed I have sent twenty out to seek for you.

Lies all within.-Deliver me the key; Gra. I am glad on't; I desire no more de- Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may! light,

Por. There, take it, prince, and if my form Than to be under sail, and gone to-night.

lie there,

(Exeunt. Then I am yours. (He unlocks the golden casket. SCENF VII.-Belmont.--A Room in Portia's Mor. O hell! what have we here? House.

A carrion death, within whose empty eye Flourish of Cornets. Enter Portia with the There is a written scroll? I'll read the writing.

All that glisters is not gold, PRINCE OF Morocco, and both their Trains.

Often have you heard that told: Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover

Many a man his life hath sold, The several caskets to this noble prince :

But my outside to behold: Now make your choice.

Gilded tombs do worms infold. Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription bears ;


Had you been as wise as bold,

Young in limbs, in judgement old, Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men de

Ycur answer had not been inscrol'd : The second; silver, which this promise car

Fare you well; your suit is cold.

Cold, indeed; and labour lost;
Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves.
This third, dull lead, with warning all as Portia, adieu! I have too griev'd a heart

Then, farewell, heat; and, welcome, frost. blunt;

To take a tedious leave: thus losers part. Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he huth.

[Exit. How shall I know if I do choose the right? Por. The one of them contains my picture,

Por. A gentle riddance :

-Draw the cur

tains, go; prince; If you choose that, then I am yours withal.

Let all of his complexion choose me so.

[Exeunt. Mor. Some god' direct my judgement ! Let

SCENE VIII.-Venice.-A Street. I will survey the inscriptions back again :

Enter SALARINO and SALANIO. What says this leaden casket ? Who chniseth me,must give and hazard all he hath. Salar. Why man, I saw Bassanio under sail; Must give-For what? for lead? hazard for With him is Gratiano gone along; lead ?

And in their ship, I am sure, Lorenzo is not. This casket threatens : Men, that hazard all, Salan. The villain Jew with outcries rais'd Do it in hope of fair advantages :

the duke; A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross; Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship. I'll then nor give, nor hazard, aught for lead. Salar. He came too late, the ship was under What says the silver, with her virgin hue?

sail : Who chooseth me, shaú get as much as he deserces. But there the duke was given to understand, As much as he deserves ? Pause there, Morocco, That in a gondola were seen together And weigh thy value with an even hand : Lorenzo and his amorous Jessica : If thou be'st rated by thy estimation,

Besides, Antonio certified the duke, Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough They were not with Bassanio in his ship. May not extend so far as to the lady;

Salan. I never heard a passion so confus'd, And yet to be afeard of my deserving,

So strange, outrageous, and so variable, Were but a weak disabling of myself.

As the dog Jew did utter in the streets : As much as I deserve !-Why, that's the lady: My daughter!-O my ducats!-O my daughter! I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes, Fled with a Christian?-O my Christian ducuts! In graces, and in qualities of breeding; Justice? the law! my ducats, and my daughter! But more than these, in love I do deserve. A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats, What if I stray'd no further, but chose here?- Of double ducats, stoľn from me by my daughter ! Let's see once more this saying gravid in gold: And jewels; two stones, two rich and precious Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men de

stones, sire.

Stoln by my daughter. Justice! find the girl! Why, that's the lady; all the world desires her: She hath the stones upon her, and the ducats! From the four corners of the earth they come, Salar. Why, all the boys in Venice follow To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint.


[ducats. The Hyrcanian deserts, and the vasty wilds Crying,-his stones, his daughter, and his Of wide Arabia, are as through-fares now, Salun. Let good Antonio look he keep hia For princes to come view fair Portia :

Or he shall pay for this.

(day The watery kingdom, whose ambitious head Sular. Marry, well remember'd : Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar

I rason'dt with a Frenchman yesterday; To stop the foreign spirits; but they come, WIo told me,-in the narrow seas, that part As o'er a brook, to see fair Portia. (ture. One of toese three contains her heavenly pic- • Enclose. + Engraven i Crateredd.

me see,

go about

The French and English, there miscarried Why, then to thee, thou silver treasure-house ;
A vessel of our country richly fraught: Tell me once more what title thou dost hear:
I thought upon Antonio, when he told me; Who chooseth me, shull get as much as he deserves
And wish'd in silence, that it were not his. And well said too: For who shall
Salun You were best to tell Antonio what To cozen fortune, and be honourable
you hear;

Without the stamp of merit! Let none presume Yet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him. To wear an undeserved dignity.

Salar. A kinder gentleman treads not the o, that estates, degrees, and offices, [honou: I saw Bassanio and Antonio part: [earth. Were not deriv'd corruptly! and that cleat Bassanio told him, he would make some speed Were purchas’d by the merit of the wearer! Of his return; he answer'd--Do not so, How many then, should cover that stand bare . Slubber not* business for my sake, Bassanio, How many be commanded, that command ? But stay the very riping of the time;

How much low peasantry would then be glean it And for the Jew's bond, which he hath of me, From the true seed of honour? and how much Let it not enter in your mind of love :

honour Be merry; and employ your chiefest thoughts Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times, To courtship, and such fair ostentst of loce To be new varnish’d? Well, but to my choice: As shall conveniently become you there :

Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserres. And even there, his eye being big with tears, I will assume désert ;-Give me a key for this, Turning his face, he put his hand behind him, And instantly unlock my fortunes here. And with affection wondrous sensible,

Por. Too long a pause for that which you He wrung Bassanio's hand, and so they parted.

find there. Salun. I think, he only loves the world for Ar. What's here ? the portrait of a blinking I pray thee, let us go, and find him out, shim. idiot, And quicken his embraced heavinessi

Presenting me a schedule? I will read it. With some delight or other,

How much unlike art thou to Portia ? [ings? Salar. Do we so.

[Exeunt. How much unlike my hopes, and my deserv

Who chooseth me, shall have as much as he deserres. SCENE IX.-Belmont.-- A Room in PORTIA's | Did I deserve no more than a fool's head! House.

Is that my prize ? are my deserts no better?

Por. To offend, and judge, are distinct offices, Enter Nerissa, with a Servant.

And of opposed natures. Ner. Quick, quick, I pray thee, draw the

Ar. What is here? curtain straight;

The fire seven times tried this; The prince of Arragon hath ta'en his oath,

Seven times tried that judgement sy And comes to his election presently.

That did nerer choose amiss :

Some there be, that shadows kiss ; Flourish of Cornets. Enter the PRINCE OF AR- Such hare but a shadow's bliss : RAGON, PORTIA, and their Trains.

There be fools alive, I wis,* Per. Behold, there stand the caskets, noble

Silver'd o'er; and so was this. prince:

Take what wife you will to bed, If you choose that wherein I am cntain’d,

I will ever be your head : Straight shall our nuptial rites be solemniz'd;

So begone, Sir, you are sped.

Still more fool I shall appear
But if you fail, without more speech, my lord,
You must be gone from hence immediately,

By the time I linger here:

With one fool's head I came to wao, Ar. I am enjoin'd by oath to observe three First, never to unfold to any one [things:

But I go away with two.Which casket 'twas I chose; next, if I fail

Sweet, adieu! I'll keep my oath, Of the right casket, never in my life

Patiently to bear my wroth, To woo a maid in way of marriage; lastly,

[Ereunt ÅRRAGON, and Train. If I do fail in fortune of my choice,

Por. Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth. Immediately to leave you and be gone.

( these deliberate fools! when they do choose Por. To these injunctions every one doth They have the wisdom by their wit

to lose.

Ner. The ancient saying is no heresy ;swear, That comes to hazard for my worthless self.

Hanging and wiving goes by destiny. Ar. And so have I address'dş me: Fortune

Por. Come, draw the curtain, Nerissa. [lead.

Enter a SERVANT.
To my heart's hope !-Gold, silver, and base

Serv. Where is my lady?
Who chooseth me, must give and hazard all he hath:
You shall look fairer, ere I give, or hazard.

Por. Here; what would myford ?
What says the golden chest? ha! let me see:-

Serv. Madam, there is alighted at your gata

Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men de- To signify the approaching of his lord :

young Venetian, one that comes before sire. What many men desire.-That many may be To wit, besides commends, and courteou.

[meant From whom he bringeth sensible regreets :t By the fool multitude, that choose by show, Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach; Gists of rich value; yet I have not seen

breath, Which pries not to the anterior, but, like the So likely an embassador of love:

martlet, Builds in the weather on the outward wall,

A day in April never came so sweet, Even in the forcell and road of casualty.

To show how costly summer was at hand. I will not choose what many men desire,

As this fore-spurrer comes before his lord. Because I will not jumps with common spirits, Thou wilt say anon, he is some kin to thee,

Por. No more, I pray thee; I am half afeard, And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.

Thou spendist such high-day wit in praising * To slubber, is to do a thing carelessly.

him. + Showa, tokens, The heaviness he is fond of. i Prepared. Power, 1 Agree with,

* Knor.

& Salutathione


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