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Ant. Who's there?

Gra. Signior Antonio ?
| Ant. Py, ly, 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 niake 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 chooselli 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 P for lead P 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 ;
I'll then nor give, nor hazard, aught for lead.
What says the silver, with her virgin hue ?
Who chooseth me, shall get as much as he deserves.
As much as he deserves-Pause there, Morocco,
And weigh thy value with an even hand :
I thou best rated by thy estimation
Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough
May not extend so far as to the lady ;
And yet to be a fear'd of my deserving.
Were but a weak disabling of mysell.


As much as I deserve ! Why, that's the lady; I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes, In graces, and in qualities of breeding; But more than these, in love I do deserve. What if I stray'd no farther, but chose here? Let's see once more this saying graved in gold: Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire. Why, that's the lady: all the world desires her: Prom the four corners of the earth they come, To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint. The Hyrcaninn deserts, and the vasty wilds or wide Arabia, are as through-lares now, For princes to coine view fair Portia : The watry kingdom, whose ambitious head Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar To stop the foreign spirits; but tliey 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, Being ten times undervalued to try'd gold ? O sinful thought! Never so rich a gem Was set in worse than gold. They have in England A coin, that bears the figure of an angel 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 empts eye
There is a written scroll ? I'll read the writing.

All that glisters is not gold,
Often have you heard that told :
Many a man his life hath sold,
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do torms infold.
Had you been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgment old,
Your anstoer had not been inscroll'd:

Fare you well; your suit is cold.
Cold, indeed; and labour lost;
Then, farewell, heat; and, welcome, frost.

Portia, adieu ! I have too grieved a heart
To take a tedious leave: thus losers part. [Eril.
Por. A gentle riddance :--Draw the curtains,

Let all of his complexion choose me so. [Excunt.

SCENE VIII.-Venice. A Street.

Snlar. 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 outeries raised the duke;
Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship.

Salar. He came too late, the ship was under sail :
But there the duke was given to understand,
That in a gondola were seen together
Lorenzo and his amorous Jessica:
Besides, Antonio certified the duke,
They were not with Bassanio in his ship.

Salan. I never heard a passion so confused,
So strange, outrageous, and so variable,
As the dog Jew did utter in the streets :
My daughter - my ducals !-o my daughter ..
Fled with a Christian !- my Christian ducats !-
Justice! the law! my ducats, and my daughter !
A scaled bag, two sealed bags of ducats,
Of double ducals, stolen from me by my daughter !
And jewels; two stones, two rich and precious stones,
Stolen by my daughter ?- Justice! find the girl!
She hath the stones upon her, and the ducals!

Salar. Why, all the boys in Venice follow him,
Crying - his stones, his daughter, and his ducats.

Salan. Let good Antonio look he keep his day,
Or he shall pay for this.

Marry, well remembered :
I reasou'd with a Frenchman yesterday ;
Who told me,- in the narrow seas, that part
The French and English, there miscarried
A vessel of our country, richly fraught:
I thought upon Antonio, when he told me ;
And wish'a in silence, that it were not his.

Salan. You were best to tell Antonio what you hear ; Yet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him.

Salar. A kinder gentleman treads not the earth.
I saw Bassanio and Antonio part
Bassanio told him, he would make some speed
of his return;-he answer'd-Do not so,

Slubber not business for my sake, Bassanio,
But stay the

very riping of the time;
And for the Jew's bond, which he hath of me,
Let it not enter in your mind of love :
Be merry: and employ your chiefest thoughts
To courtship, and such fair ostents of love
ds shall conreniently become you there :
And even there, his eye being big with tears,
Turning his face, he put his hand behind him,
And with affection wondrous sensible
He wrung Bassanio's hand, and so they parted.

Salan. I think, he only loves the world for him,
I pray thee, let us go, and find him out,
And quicken his embraced heaviness
With some delight or other.

Do we so.

(Esreunt. SCENE IX.- Belmont. A Room in Portia's House.

Enler NERISSA, with a Servant.
Ner. Quick, quick, I pray thee, draw the curtain

The prince of Arragon hath ta'en his oath,
And comes to his election presently.
Flourish of Cornets. Enter the Prince of Arragon,

PORTIA, and their trains. Por. Behold, there stand the caskels, noble prince : If you choose that wherein I am contain'd, Straight shall our nuptial rites be solemnized; But if you fail, without more speech, my lord, You must be gone from hence immediately.

Ar. I ain enjoin'd by oath to observe three things: First, never to unfold to any one Which casket 'twas I chose; next, if I fail of the right casket, never in my life To woo a maid in way of marriage; lastly, If I do fail in fortune of my choice, Immediately to leave you and begone.

Por. To these injunctions every one doth sweat, 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

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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 marllet,
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.
o, that estates, degrees, and offices,
Were not derived corruptly! and that clear honour
Were purchased 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
Prom the true seed of honour! and how much honour
Pick'd from the chaff and rain of the times,
To be new varnish'a ? Well, but to my choice :
Who chooseth me, shall have as much as he descrocs.
I will assume desert :- Give me the key for this,
And instantly unlock my fortunes here.

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 desertes.
Did I deserve no more than a fool's head ?
Is that my prize ? are my deserts no better?

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

What is here?
The fire seven times tried this;
Seren times tried that judgment is,
That did nerer choose amiss :
Some there be, that shadows kiss:
Such have but a shadow's bliss :
There be fools alire, I wis,
Silver 'do'er: and so was this.
Take what wife you will to bed,

will ever be your head :
So begone, sir, you are sped.

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