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of usance for my monies, and you'll not hear | His wife, who wins me by that means I told This is kind I offer.
Ant. This were kindness.
Shy. This kindness will I show:-
And say, there is much kindness in the Jew.
Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect
[Exit. Ant. Hie thee, gentle Jew. [kind. This Hebrew will turn Christian; he grows 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. [Exeunt.
SCENE I.-Belmont.-A Room in PORTIA'S
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 shallow'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 incisiont 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
Yourself, renowned prince, then stood as fair,
Mor. Even for that I thank you:
Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey,
Por. You must take your chance;
Mor. Nor will not; come, bring me unto my
Laun. Certainly my conscience will serve me to run from this Jew, my master: The fiend is at mine elbow; and tempts me, saying to me, Gobbo, Launcelot Gobbo, good Launcelot, or good Gobbo, or good Launcelot Gobbo, use your legs, take the start, run away: My conscience says,no; take heed honest Launcelot; take heed, honest Gobbo; or, as aforesaid, honest Launcelot Gobbo; do not run; scorn running with thy heels: Well, the most courageous fiend bids me pack; ria! 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, says I, you counsel well; fiend, says 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; which is the way to master Jew's? *Not precipitate.
Laun. [Aside.] O heavens, this is my true | hair on his tail, than I have on my face, when begotten father! who, being more than sand- I last saw him. 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. 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. 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 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; 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 hovelpost, 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 thillhorset has on his tail.
Lann. It should seem then, that Dobbin's tail grows backward; I am sure he had more
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!
Bass. Gramercy; Would'st thou aught with
Gob. Here's my son, Sir, a poor boy,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.
Gob. This is the very defect of the matter, Sir.
Laun. The old proverb is very well parted
[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 à fairer table, which doth offer to swear upon
And so farewell; I would not have my father See me talk with thee.
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; 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 one 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 manly spirit; ple '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 beReturn in haste, for I do feast to-night [stow'd, My best-esteem'd acquaintance; hie thee, go. Leon. My best endeavours shall be done herein.
Gru. Where is your master? Leon. Yonder, Sir, he walks.
Gra. I have a suit to you..
Gru. You must not deny me; I must go with you to Belmont.
Bass. Why, then you must;-But hear thee,
Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice;-
Something too liberal:*-pray thee, take pain
Gra. Signior Bassanio, hear me :
Nay more, while grace is saying, hood mine
By what we do to-night.
Bass. No, that were pity;
I would entreat you rather to put on
Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends
Gra. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest; But we will visit you at supper-time. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same.-A Room in SHYLOCK'S 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,
Jes. Farewell, good Launcelot.Alack, what heinous sin it is 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.
SCENE IV.-The same.-A Street. 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.. Salar. We have not spoke us yet of torch
Salan. "Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly order'd;
And better, in my mind, not undertook.
Enter LAUNCELOT, with a letter.
Lor. I know the hand: in faith, 'tis a fair And whiter than the paper it writ on, [hand; Is the fair hand that writ.
Gra. Love-news, in faith.
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.
Lor. Meet me, and Gratiano,
At Gratiano's lodging some hour hence.
[Exeunt SALAR. and SALAN. Gra. Was not that letter from fair Jessica? Lor. I must needs tell thee all: She hath
How I shall take her from her father's house;
That she is issue to a faithless Jew.
Enter SHYLOCK and LAUNCELOT. Shy. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy judge,
Jes. Call you? What is your will? Shy. I am bid forth to supper, Jessica; There are my keys:-But wherefore should I I am not bid for love; they flatter me: But yet I'll go in hate, to feed upon The prodigal Christian.-Jessica, my girl, Look to my house :-I am right loath to go; There is some ill a brewing towards my rest, For I did dream of money-bags to-night.
Laun. I beseech you, Sir, go; my young master doth expect your reproach.
Shy. So do I his.
Laun. And they have conspired together,-I will not say, you shall see a masque; but if you do, then it was not for nothing that my nose fell a bleeding on Black-Monday last, at six o'clock i'the morning, falling out that year on Ash-Wednesday was four year in the after
Let not the sound of shallow foppery enter
Luun. I will go before, Sir.-
There will come a Christian by,
Jes. His words were, Farewell, mistress; nothing else.
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
Therefore I part with him; and part with him
Shut doors after you: Fast bind, fast find;
I have a father, you a daughter, lost. [Exit.
SCENE VI.-The same.
Enter GRATIANO and SALARNIO, masked. Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Desir'd us to make stand. [Lorenzo
Salar. His hour is almost past. Gra. And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour, For lovers ever run before the clock.
Sular. O, ten times faster Venus' pigions fly To seal loye's bonds new made, than they are To keep obliged faith unforfeited! [wont,
Gra. That ever holds: Who rises from a
With that keen appetite that he sits down?
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; When you shall please to play the thieves for wives,
I'll watch as long for you then.-Approach; Here dwells my father Jew:-Ho! who's within.
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
I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me,
The pretty follies that themselves commit;
Lor. Descend, for you must be my torchbearer.
Jes. What, must I hold a candle to my shames? [light. They in themselves, good sooth, are too too Why, 'tis an office of discovery, love; And I should be obscur'd.
Lor. So are you, sweet,
For the close night doth play the run-away,
Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild my
With some more ducats, and be with you straight. [Exit, from above. Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no
Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily: For she is wise, if I can judge of her; And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true; And true she is, as she hath proved herself; And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true; Shall she be placed in my constant soul.
* Decorated with flags.
Enter JESSICA, below.
What, art thou come ?-On, gentlemen, away;
Ant. Who's there?
Ant. Fie, fie, Gratiano? where are all the rest? 'Tis nine o'clock; our friends all stay for you:No masque to-night; the wind is come about, Bassanio presently will go aboard:
I have sent twenty out to seek for you.
Gra. I am glad on't; I desire no more delight,
Than to be under sail, and gone to-night.
Flourish of Cornets. Enter PORTIA with the
Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription
tsire. Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men deThe second; silver, which this promise car
Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. This third, dull lead, with warning all as
I will survey the inscriptions back again:
Who chooseth me,must give and hazard all he hath. Must give-For what? for lead? hazard for lead?
This casket threatens: Men, that hazard all,
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross;
Why, that's the lady; all the world desires her:
Is't like, that lead contains her? "Twere dam-
A coin, that bears the figure of an angel
Then I am yours. [He unlocks the golden casket.
Por. A gentle riddance :—Draw the curtains, go;
Let all of his complexion choose me so.
SCENE VIII.-Venice.-A Street.
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. Salan. The villain Jew with outcries rais'd
Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship. Salar. He came too late, the ship was under
But there the duke was given to understand,
Sulan. I never heard a passion so confus'd,