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Por. To these injunctions every one doth swear,
That comes to hazard for my worthless self.

Ar. And so have I address'd me: Fortune now
To my heart's hope !-Gold, silver, and base lead.
Who chooseth 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 see:-
Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire.
What many men desire.—That many may be meant
By the fool multitude, that choose by show,
Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach;
Which pries not to the interior, but, like the martlet,
Builds in the weather on the outward wall,
Even in the force' and road of casualty.
I will not choose what many men desire,
Because I will not jump with common spirits,
And rank me with the barbarous multitudes.
Why, then to thee, thou silver treasure-house;
Tell me once more what title thou dost bear:
Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves ;
And well said too; For who shall go about
To cozen fortune, and be honourable
Without the stamp of merit ! Let none presume
To wear an undeserved dignity.
0, that estates, degrees, and offices,
Were not deriv'd corruptly! and 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 glean'd
From the true seed of honour ? and how much honour
Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times,
To be new varnish'd ? Well, but to my choice:
Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves:
I will assume desert ;-Give me a key for this,
And instantly unlock my fortunes here.

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address'd me:) i. e. Prepared myself. k By the fool multitude,] The prepositions by and of are synonymous.--See Gifford's Ben Jonson, vol. i. 139. in the force-] i. e. The power.

-jump- ] i. e. Agree with.

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Por. Too long a pause for that which you find there.

Ar. What's here? the portrait of a blinking idiot,
Presenting me a schedule? I will read it.
How much unlike art thou to Portia ?
How much unlike my hopes, and my deservings?
Who chooseth me shall have as much as he deserves.
Did I deserve no more than a fool's head?
Is that my prize ? are my deserts no better?

Por. To offend, and judge, are distinct offices,
And of opposed natures.
Ar.

What is here?
The fire seven times tried this ;
Seven times tried that judgment is,
That did never choose amiss :
Some there be, that shadows kiss;
Such have but a shadow's bliss :
There be fools alive, I wis,"
Silver'd o'er; and so was this.
Take what wife you will to bed,
I will ever be your

head;
So begone, sir, you are sped.
Still more fool I shall appear
By the time I linger here :
With one fool's head I came to woo,
But I go away with too.-
Sweet, adieu! I'll keep my oath,
Patiently to bear my wroath.

[Exeunt Arragon, and Train.
Per. Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth.
O these deliberate fools! when they do choose,
They have the wisdom by their wit to loose.

Ner. The ancient saying is no heresy ;-
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.
Por. Come, draw the curtain, Nerissa.

Enter a Servant.
Ser. Where is my lady?

I wis,] I know. Wissen, German.

- wroath.] This word is often spelt like ruth, and is used in some of the old books for misfortune.--STEEVENS.

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Por.

Here; what would my lord ?
Sero. Madam, there is alighted at your gate
A young Venetian, one that comes before
To signify the approaching of his lord:
From whom he bringeth sensible regreets ;P
To wit, besides commends, and courteous breath,
Gifts of great value; yet I have not seen
So likely an ambassador of love:
A day in April never came so sweet,
To show how costly summer was at hand,
As this fore-spurrer comes before his lord.

Por. No more, I pray thee; I am half afeard,
Thou wilt say anon, he is some kin to thee,
Thou spend’st such high-day wit in praising him.-
Come, come, Nerissa ; for I long to see
Quick Cupid's post, that comes sọ mannerly.

Ner. Bassanio, lord love, if thy will it be! [Exeunt:

ACT III.

Scene I.–Venice. A Street.

Enter SALANIO and SALARINO.

Salan. Now, what news on the Rialto ?

Salar. Why, yet it lives there uncheck’d, that Antonio hath a ship of rich lading wreck' on the narrow seas; the Goodwins, I think they call the place; a very dangerous flat, and fatal, where the carcases of many a tall ship lie buried, as they say, if my gossip report be an honest woman of her word.

Salan. I would she were as lying a gossip in that, as ever knapp'd ginger, or made her neighbours believe she wept for the death of a third husband: But it is true, without any slips of prolixity, or crossing the plain highway of talk,—that the good Antonio, the honest Antonio,

-O that I had a title good enough to keep his name company!

Salar. Come, the full stop.

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Salan. Ha-what say’st thou ?-Why the end is, he hath lost a ship.

Salar. I would it might prove the end of his losses !

Salan. Let me say amen betimes, lest the devil cross my prayers; for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew.

Enter SHYLOCK, How now, Shylock ? what news among the merchants ?

Shy. You knew, none so well, none so well as you, of my daughter's flight.

Salar. That's certain; I, for my part, knew the tailor that made the wings she flew withal.

Salan. 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.
Salar. That's certain, if the devil may be her judge.
Shy. My own flesh and blood to rebel!

Salan. Out upon it, old carrion! rebels it at these years?

Shy. I say, my daughter is my flesh and blood.

Salar. 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 rhenish: But tell us, do you hear whether Antonio have had any loss at sea or no?

Shy. There I have another bad match: a bankrupt, a prodigal,, who dare scarce show his head on the Rialto :

-a beggar that used 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 money for a Christian courtesy ; - let him look to his bond.

Salar. 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 disgraced me, and 4- a prodigal,] Warburton asks why a prodigal ?-What, in Shylock's opinion, could be greater acts of prodigality than for Antonio to expose himself to ruin for the sake of his friend, and to lend out money for Christian courtesy?

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hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; and what's his reason? I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if

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tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison 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 Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? revenge; If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy, you teach me, I will execute; and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.

Enter a Servant.

Serv. Gentlemen, my master Antonio is at his house, and desires to speak with you both. Salar. We have been up and down to seek him.

Enter TUBAL. Salan. Here comes another of the tribe ; a third cannot be matched, unless the devil himself turn Jew.

[Exeunt SALAN. SALAR. and Servant. Shy. How now, Tubal, what news from Genoa ? hast thou found my daughter ?

Tub. I often came where I did hear of her, but cannot find her.

Shy. Why there, there, there, there! a diamond gone, cost 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! 'would she were hears’d. at my foot, and the ducats in her coffin! No news of them ?-Why, so and I know not what's spent in the search : Why, thou loss upon loss! the thief gone with so

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