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Hath fear'd the valiant; by my love, I swear,
The best-regarded virgins of our clime
Have loved 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 hedged me by his wit, to yield myself
His wife, who wins me by that means I told yon
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,-

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 bea
Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey,
To win thee, lady: But, alas the while !
If Hercules, and Lichas, play at dice
Which is the better man, the greater throw
May turn by fortune from the weaker hand:
So is Alcides beaten by his page ;
And so may 1, blind fortune leading me,
Miss that, which one unworthier may attain,
And die with grieving.
Por.

You must take your chance ;
And either not attempt to choose at all,
Or swear, before you choose,-if you choose wrong,
Never to speak to lady afterward
In way of marriage; therefore be advised.

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. [Exeuni.

SCENE II.-Venice. A Street.

Enter LAUNCI OT GOBBO. Laun. Certainly my conscience will serve me to run from this Jew, my master · The fiend is at mine elbow; and lempts me, saying to me, Gobbo, Launcelot Gobbo,

good Launcelot, or good Golbo, or good Launcelot Gobbo, use your legs, take the start, run away: My conscience says.- No, take heed, honest Launcelol, 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; Via I says the fiend; aray' says the fiend ; for the heavens i 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 con. science : 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; nuy 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 ?

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 souties, 'twill be a hard way to hit: 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

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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

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. Nas, 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 Four 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?

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Laun. Well, well; but for mine own part, as I hare set up my rest to run away, so I will not rest till I hare run some ground: my master's a very Jew! Give bim a present! give him a halter: I am famishi'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 Jonger.

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Enter BASSANIO, with LEONARDO, and other

Followers.
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 delivered; put the liveries to making; and desire Gratiano to come auon to my lodging.

[Exit a Servant.
Laun. To him, father.
Gob. God bless your worship!
Bass. Gramercy; Would'st thou aught with me?
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.
God. This is the very defect of the matter, sir.

Bass. I know thee well, thou hast obtain't thy suit.
Shylock, thy master, spoke with me this day,
And hath preferr'd thee, if it be preferment,
To leave a rich Jew's service, to become
The follower of so poor a gentleman.

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Laun. The old proverb is very well parted between my master Shylock and you, sir; you have the grace of God, sir, and he hath enough.

Bass. Thou speak'st it well: Go, father, with thy Take leave of thy old master, and inquire [son : My lodging out:-Give him a livery

(To his Followers.) More guarded than his fellows: See it donc.

Laun. Father, in :- I cannot get a service, no;have ne'er a longue 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 wires : Alas, fifteen wives is nothing i 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, ir 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 ; bie thee, go.
Leon. My best endeavours shall be done herein.

Enter GRATIANO.
Gra. Where is your master ?
Leon.

Yonder, sir, he walks.

[Bxit Leonardo.
Gra. Signior Bassanio,
Bass. Gratiano!
Gra. I have a suit to you.

You have obtain'd it.
Gra. You must not deny me; I must go with you to
Belmont.

[tiano ;
Bass. Why, then you must; - But hear thee, Gra-
Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice ;-
Parts that become thee happily enough,
And in such eyes as ours appear not faults ;
But where thou art not known, why, there they shew
Something too liberal; pray thee, take pain
Thy skipping spirit; lest, through thy wild behaviour,
I be misconstrued in the place I go to,
And lose my hopes.
Gra.

Signior Bassanio, hear me:

Bass.

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