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tteman: but, I pray you, tell me, is my boy, (God rest his soul !) alive or dead?
f 11 Mn Do you not know me, father?
Gob. Alack, sir, I am sand-blind, I know you not.
Latin. 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 he 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.
Latin. 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.
Latin. 1 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.
Latin. It should seem then, that Dobbin's tail grows backward; I am sure he had more hair on his tall, than I have on my face, when I last saw him.
Gob. Lord, how ait 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. 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 longer.
Enter Bassanio, with Leonardo, and other
Rat$. You may do so:—but let it be so hasted, that supper he ready at the farthest by five of the clock: See these letters delivered; put the liveries to making; and desire Gratlano to come anon to my lodging. [Exit a Servant.
Laun. To him, father.
Gob. God bless your worship!
Bats. Graraercy ; 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 bath 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 1* brief, the very truth is, that the Jew having done me Wtothj, 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.
Goo. This is the very defect of the matter, sir. Boat. I know thee well, thou hast obtain'd thy suit:
Shylock, thy master, spoke with me this day,
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.
Ban. Thou speak'st it well; Go, father, with thy son:—
Take leave of thy old master, and enquire
[To hit Follonter*. More guarded than his fellows': See it done.
Laun. Father, in :—t cannot get a service, no; —I have ne'er a tongue in my head—WeH; [looking on hit 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 wives: Alas, fifteen wives is nothing; 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 1 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 ana* Old Gobbo.
Bait. 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: hie thee, go.
Leon. My best endeavours shall be done herein. Enter Gratiano.
Gra. Where is your master?
Leon. Yonder, sir, he walks.
Gra. Slgnior Bassanio,
Gra. I have a suit to yon.
Bait. You have obtain'd it.
Gra. You must not deny me; I must go with
yon to Belmont. Bait. Why, then you must;—But hear thee,
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
Something too liberal:—pray thee take pain
Gra. Slgnior Bassanio, hear me:
If I do not put on a sober habit,
Ban. Well, we shall see your bearing.
Gra. Nay, but I bar to-night; you shall not gage By what we do to-night. [me
Ban. No, that were pity;
I would entreat you rather to put on
Gra. And I must to Lorenzo, and the rest;
SCENE III Thisame. A Room in Shy lock's
Enter Jessica and Launcelot.
Jet. 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 tedlousness
Bat fare thee well: there is a ducat for thee.
Laun. Adieu '.—tears exhibit my tongue.— Most heautiful pagan,—most sweet Jew! If a Christian do not play the knave, and get thee, I am much deceived: But, adieu! these foolish drops do toraewhat drown my manly spirit; adieu! [Exit.
Jet. Farewell, good Launcelot. Alack, what heinous sin is it 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 : O Lorenzo, If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife; Become a christian,and thy loving wife. [Exit.
SCENE IV The tame. 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-bearers, Satan. *Tis vile,Unless it may be quaintly order'd; And better, in my mind, not undertook.
Lor. *Tis now but four o'clock; we have two To furnish us ;— [hours Enter Launcelot, tvilh a letter.
Friend Launcelot, what's the news?
Loan. An it shall please you to break up this, it shall seem to signify.
Lor. I know the hand: In faith, 'tis a fair hand; And whiter than the paper it wilt on, Is the fair hand that writ.
Gra. Love-news, In faith.
Law*. By your leave, sir.
Lor. Whither goest thou?
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
(ientlemen, '[Exit Launcelot.
Will you prepare you for this masque to-night?
Salar. Ay, marry, I'll be gone about it straight.
Satan. And so will I.
Lor. Meet me, and Gratiano,
At Gratiano's lodging some hour hence.
[Exeunt Salar. and Salan.
How I shall take her from her father's house;
SCENE V.—The tame. Before Shylock's House.
The difference of old Shylock and Bassanin :—
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.
Jet. Call you? What is your will?
Shy. I am bid forth to supper, Jessica; There are my keys :—But wherefore should I go? 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: 1 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.
Sky. 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-mor.day last, at six o'clock i'the morning, falling out that year on Ash-Wednesday was four year in the afternoon.
Shy. What ; are there masques? Hear you me,
Lock up my doors; and when you hear the drum,
My sober house By Jacob's staff, I swear,
I have no mind of feasting forth to-night:
Laun. I will go before, sir—
Mistress, look out at window, for all this;
Shy. What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha?
Jet. His words were, Farewell, mistress; nothing else.
Shy. The patch is kind enough; but a huge Snail-slow in profit, and he sleeps by day [feeder, More than the wild cat; drones hive not with me , Therefore I part with him ; and part with him To one that I would have him help to waste His borrowed purse—Well, Jessica, go in; Perhaps, I will return immediately; Do, as I bid you,
Shut doors after you : Fast bind, fast find;
A proverb ne*er stale in thrifty mind. [Exit.
Jet. Farewell ; and if my fortune be not crost, 1 have a father, you a daughter, lost. [Exit.
SCENE VI.-TAe tame.
Gra. This is the pent-house, under which LoDeslr'd us to make stand. [renzo Salar. His hour is almost past.
Gra. And it Is marvel he out-dwells his hour, For lovers ever run before the clock.
Salar. O, ten times faster Venus' pigeons fly To seal love's bonds new made, than they are wont, To keen obliged faith unforfeited!
Gra. That ever holds ; who riseth from a feast, With that keen appetite that he sits down? Where is the horse that doth untread again His tedious measures with the unbated fire I That he did pace them first? All things that are, I Are wjth more spirit chased than enjoy'd. 'How like a yonnker, or a prodigal, The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, IHugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind! How like the prodigal doth she return; With over-weather'd ribs, and ragged sails, Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind '. 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;
Jet, 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 lore, indeed; For who love I so much? and now who knows, But you, Lorenzo, whether 1 am yours?
Lor. Heaven, and thy thoughts, are witness that thou art.
Jet, Here* catch this casket; it is worth the pains. I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me. For I am much asham'd of my exchange: But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy.
Lor. Descend, for you must be my torch-bearer.
Jet. What, must 1 hold a candle to my shames? They in themselves, good sooth, are too too light. Why, 'tis an office of discovery, love; And I should be obscur'd.
Lor. So are you, sweet,
Even in the lovely garnish of a boy.
For the close night doth play the run-away,
Jet. 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.
Lor. Heshrew 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 prov'd herself; And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true* Shall she be placed in my constant soul.
Enter Jessica, below.
What, art thou come ?—On, gentlemen, away;
[Exit, with Jessica and Salarino.
Ant. Fye, fye, Gratiano! where are all the rest?
Gra. 1 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 Comets. Enter Portia, with the Prince
Who chooseth me, shall gain what many men desire.
If you choose that, then I am yours withal.
Mor. Home god direct my judgment! Let me see, I will survey the inscriptions back again: What says this leaden casket? Who chooseth me, mutt give and hazard all he hath. Must give—For what? for lead? hazard for lead?
This casket threatens: Men, that hazard all,
Then I am yours. [He unlocks the golden casket.
Mor.-Q hell! what have we here?
All that glitters is not gold.
Let all of his complexion choose me so. [Exeunt.
SCENE VIII Venice. A Street.
Enter Salarino and Salanio.
Salar. Why man, I saw Bassanio under sail;
Solan. The villain Jew with outcries rais'd tl» duke;
Who went with him to search Bassanle'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 certlfy'd the duke, They were not with Bassanio in his ship.
Solan. I never heard a passion so confus'd, So strange, outrageous, and so variable. As the dog Jew did utter in the streets: Jfu daughter !—O my ducats /—0 my daughter! Pud with a Christian t—O my christian ducat* !— Justice! the law! my ducats, and my daughter 1 A eeated bag, two sealed bags of ducats, Of double ducat*, *to?n from me by my daughter! And jewel*; two stones, two rich and precious stones, Statu by my daughter !—Justice! find the girl! She hath the stones upon her, and the ducati!
Solar, Why, alt the boys in Venice follow him, Crying,—his stones, his daughter, and his ducats.
Satan. Let good Antonio loot he keep his day, Or he shall pay for this.
Salar. Marry, well remember'd:
I reason'd with a Frenchman yesterday;
Salan. You were best to tell Antonio what you
Vet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him.
Sator 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 businett far my take, Battanio, 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 chief est thought* To courtship, and tuchfair ostents of love A* shall conveniently 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.
Salar. Do we so. [Exeunt.
SCENE IX—Belmont. A Room in Portia's
Enter Nerissa, with a Servant.
Ner. Quick, quick, I pray thee, draw the curtain straight;
The prince of Arragon hath ta'en his oath,
Por. Behold, there stand the caskets, noble prince;
Ar. I am enjoin'd by oath to observe three things; First, never to unfold to any one Which casket 'twas I chose; next, if I fall 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 be gone.
Por. To these injunctions every one doth swear, That comes to hazard for my worthless self.
Ar. And so have I addres&'d me: Fortune now To my heart's hope !—Gold, silver, and hase lead. Who ehooseth me, must give and hazard aft he hath: You shall look fairer, ere I give, or hazard. What says the golden chest i> ha! let me see :— Who ehooseth 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 ontward wall,
Pick'd from the chaff and ruin of the times.
Ar. What'shere? the portrait of ablinklng idiot. Presenting me a schedule? I will read it. Hovs much unlike art thou to Portia? How much unlike my hopes, and my deservings? Who ehooseth me, shall have a* much as he deserve*. 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.
The fire seven times tried this;
[Exeunt Arragon and Train.
Ner. The ancient saying is no heresy ;—
Enter a Servant.
Por. Here; what would my lord?
Serv. 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; To wit, besides commends, and courteous breath. Gifts of rich 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, 1 pray thee; I am half afeard, Thou wilt say anon, he is some kin to thee, Thou spend'st such high-day w it in praising him.— Come, come, Nerissa; for I long to see Quick Cupid's post, that comes so mannerly. "Ner. Bassanio, lord love, If thy will it be*!
[Exeunt. ACT III.
SCENE I.—Venice. A Street.
Enter Salanio and SaUrino.
Satan. Now, what news on the Klalto t Salar. Why, yet it lives there uncheck'd, that Antonio hath a ship of rich lading wreck'd 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.
Satan. 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 high-way of talk,—that the
good Antonio, the honest Antonio, U that I
had a title good enough to keep his name companj I—
Safer, Come, the full stop.
Salan. Ha,—what say'st thou ?—Why the end is, he hath lost a ship.
Salar. X would it might prove the end of his losses!
Salan. Let me fay amen betimes, lest the devil cross my prayer; for here he comes in the likeness of a Jew,—
Enter Shylock. How now, Sbylock? what news among the merchants?
Shy. You knew, none so wellt none so well as you, of my daughter's flight.
Salar. That's certain; 1, for my part, knew the tailor that made the wings she flew withal.
Salan. And Shylock, for his own part, knew the hird 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. 1 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 s a bankrupt, a prodigal, who dare scarce show his head on the Kialto;—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 1 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 iny revenge. He hath disgraced me, and 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? J 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 you 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 surVerance be by Christian example? why, revenge. The villainy, you teach me,
I will execute; and it shall go hard, but I wil 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.
Sky. 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 much, and so much to find the thief; and no satisfaction, no revenge: nor no ill luck stirring, but what lights o' my shoulders; no sighs, but o' my breathing; no tears, but o" my shedding.
Tub. Yes,other men have ill luck too; Antonio, as I heard in Genoa,—
Shy. What, what, what? ill luck, ill luck? Tub. —hath an argosy cast away, coming from Tripolis.
Shy. I thank God, 1 thank God:—Is it true? is it true?
Tub. I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped the wreck.
Shy. I thank thee, good Tubal;—Good news, good news: ha! ha !—Where? in Genoa?
Tub. Your daughter spent in Genoa, as I heard, one night, fourscore ducats!
Sky. Thou stick'st a dagger in me: 1 shall
never see my gold again; Fourscore ducats at a sitting! fourscore ducats!
Tub. There came divers of Antonio's creditors in my company to Venice, that swear he cannot choose but break.
Shy. I am very glad of it: I'll plague hira; III torture him; I am glad of It.
Tub. One of them showed me a ring, that he had of your daughter for a monkey.
Shy. Out upon her! Thou torturest me, Tubal: it was my turquoise; I had it of Leah, when I was a bachelor: I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys. Tub. But Antonio is certainly undone. Shy. Nay, that's true, that's very true: Go, Tubal, fee me an officer, bespeak him a fortnight before: I will have the heart of hira, if he forfeit; for were he out of Venice, I can make what merchandize I will: Go, go, Tubal, and meet me at our synagogue; go, good Tubal; at our synagogue, Tubal. [Exeunt.
SCENE II Belmont. A Room in Portia's Routt.
Enter Bassanio, Portia, Gratiano, Nerissa, and