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I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes,
[Unlocking the gold casket. Mor. O hell! what have we here? a carrion death, Within whose empty eye there is a scrowl; I'll read the writing.
All that ylifters is not gold,
young in limbs, in judgment old,
Fare you well, your suit is cold.
Mor. Cold, indeed, and labour loft : Then farewel, heat, and welcome frost. Portia, adicu! I have too griev'd a heart To take a tedious leave.-Thus losers part. [Exit.
Por. A gentle riddance-draw the curtains ; goLet all of his complexion chufe me fo. 3 [Exeunt.
· Gilded wood may worms in words were written y and y the
fold.) In all ihe old Edi. mistake was easy. tions this line is written thus: - 3 Chuse me 10.] The old quarGilded timber do worms infold.
to Edition of 1600 has no diftri
quice bution of acts, but proceeds from From which Mr. Rore and all the beginning to the end in an the following Editors have made unbroken tenour. This play
w there fore having been probably
de divided without authority by the A line not bad in itself, but not publishers of the first folio, lies so applicable to the occasion as open to a new regulation if any that which, I believe, Shakespear more commodious division cas wrote.
be propofed. The story is itself Gilded tombs do worms infolde
fo wildly incredible, and the
changes of the scene so freA tomb is the proper repository quent and capricious, that the of a death's head.
probability of action does not de2 Your answer had not been in- serve much care ; yet it may be
foreld;] Since there is an proper to observe, that, by conansa er inscrol'd or written in eve- cluding the second act here, time ry caskei, I believe for your we is given for Baffanio's passage to fhould read this. When the Belmont.
Changes to Venice.
Enter Solarino and Salanio.
VV With him is Gratiano gone along; .
Sola. The villain Few with outcries rais'd the Duke, Who went with him to search Bassanio's ship.
Sal. He came too late, the ship was under fail ;
Sola. I never heard a passion so confus'd,
Sal. Why, all the boys in Venice follow him, Crying his stones, his daughter, and his ducats.
Sola. Let good Anthonio look, he keep his day;
Sal. Marry, well remember'd.
And with'd in filence, that it were not his.
Sola. You were best to tell Anibonio what you hear, Yet do not sudd nly, for it may grieve hin.
Sal. A kinder Gentleman treads not the earth.
Sola. I think, he only loves the world for him.
* - your mind of love.] So Of Dr. Warburton's correction all the copies, but i surpeti some it is only necessary to observe, corruption.
that it has produced a new word 4 - EMBRACED heaviness.? which cannot be received withThis unieaning epither would out neceflity, When I thought make me choose rather to read, the passage corrupted, it seemed ENRACED heaviness,
to me not improbable that Shake
speare had urtien entranced benfrom the French inraciner, ac viness, musing, abttracted, mop. crescere, inveterascere. So in ing melancholy. But I know Much odo about nothing
not why any great efforts should I coulá not bate owed her e more has no uncommodious or unusual
be made to change a word which ROOTED love.
sense. We fay of a man now, And again in Othello,
that he hugs his forrows, and Iith one of an INGRAFT infir- why may not Anthonio embrace
SC E N E X.
Changes to Belmont.
Enter Neriffa with a Servant. Ner. O UICK, quick-I pray thee, draw the cur
tain strait ; The Prince of Arragon has ta'en his oath, And comes to his election presently. Enter Arragon, bis train, Portia. Flourish of Cornets,
3* The Cafkers are discovered.
Ar. I am enjoin'd by oath t'observe three things,
Por. To these injunctions every one doch swear,
Ar. And so have I addrest me. Fortune now To my heart's hope !-Gold, Gilver, and base lead. Who chuseth me, must give and bazard all be bath. You shall look faiser, ere I give or hazard. What says the golden cheft ? ha, let ine feeWho chufeih me, mall gain what many men de fire. What many men defire-that may be meant Qf the fool-multitude, that chuse by show; Not learning more than the fond eye doth teach ; Which pries not to th' interior, but like the martlet Builds in the weather on the outward wall, Ev'n in the force and road of casualty.