That she is issue to a faithless Jew. Come, go with me; peruse this, as thou goest: [Exeunt SCENE V. The same. Before Shylock's house. Enter SHYLOCK and LAUNCELOT. Shy. Well, thou shalt see, thy eyes shall be thy judge, The difference of old Shylock and Bassanio:What, Jessica !-thou shalt not gormandize, As thou hast done with me ;-What, Jessica!And sleep and snore, and rend apparel out :Why, Jessica, I say! Laun. Why, Jessica! Shy. Who bids thee call? I do not bid thee call. Laun. Your worship was wont to tell me, I could do nothing without bidding. Enter JESSICA. Jes. Call you? What is your will? There are my keys :-But wherefore should I go? But yet I'll go in hate, to feed upon The prodigal Christian.-Jessica, my girl, There is some ill a-brewing towards my rest, 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 afternoon. are there masques? Hear you me, Shy. What Jessica : I have no mind of feasting forth to-night: Laun. [Exit Laun. Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha? 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 me ; Do, as 1 bid you, Shut doors after you: Fast bind, fast find; [Exit. Jes. Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost, I have a father, you a daughter, lost. [Exit. SCENE VI.-The same. } Enter GRATIANO and SALARINO, masqued. Gra. This is the pent-house, under which Lorenzo Desired us to make stand. Salar. His hour is almost past. Salar. O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly Gra. That ever holds: who riseth from a feast, VOL. II. 10 Enter LORENZO. 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, Enter JESSICA above, in boy's clothes. Jes. Lorenzo, certain; and my love, indeed; [art. Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that thou I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me, Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer. And I should be obscured. Lor. So are you, sweet, Even in the lovely garnish of a boy. But come at once; For the close night doth play the runaway, Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself With some more ducats, and be with you straight. [Exit from above. Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile, and no Jew. For she is wise, if I can judge of her; Enter JESSICA, below. What, art thou come ?-On, gentlemen, away; Our masquing mates by this time for us stay. [Exit, with Jessica and Salarino. Enter ANTONIO. Ant. Who's there? Gra. Signier Antonio ? Ant. Fy, fy, 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. [Exeunt. SCENE VII.-Belmont. A Room in Portia's House. Flourish of Cornets. Enter PORTIA, with the Prince of Morocco, and both their Trains. Por. Go, draw aside the curtains, and discover The several caskets to this noble prince : Now make your choice. Mor. The first, of gold, who this inscription bears :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, I will survey the inscriptions back again : What says this leaden casket? 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, Do it in hope of fair advantages: A golden mind stoops not to shews of dross; Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves. If thou be'st rated by thy estimation, Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough E As much as I deserve! Why, that's the lady; To stop the foreign spirits; but they come, As o'er a brook, to see fair Portia. One of these three contains her heavenly picture. Is 't like, that lead contains her? 'Twere damnation, To think so base a thought; it were too gross To rib her cerecloth in the obscure grave. Or shall I think, in silver she's immured, Was set in worse than gold. They have in England Stamped in gold; but that's insculp'd upon; But here an angel in a golden bed Lies all within.-Deliver me the key: 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, Often have you heard that told: Cold, indeed; and labour lost; Then, farewell, heat; and, welcome, frost. |