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Enter JESSICA above, in boy's clothes.
Lor. Lorenzo, and thy love.
Jes. Lorenzo, certain; and my love, indeed;
torch-bearer. Jes. What, must I hold a candle to
So are you, sweet,
Jes. I will make fast the doors, and gild myself
[Exit, from above. Gra. Now, by my hood, a Gentile*, and no Jew.
Lor. Beshrew me, but I love her heartily:
A jest arising from the ambiguity of Gentile, which signifies both a heathen and one well born.
And therefore, like herself, wise, fair, and true,
Enter JESSICA, below.
[Exit with JESSICA and SALARINO.
Ant. Fye, fye, Gratiano! where are all the rest? 'Tis nine o'clock; our friends all stay for
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 shows 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: If thou be'st rated by thy estimation, Thou dost deserve enough; and yet enough May not extend so far as to the lady; And yet to be afeard of my deserving, Were but a weak disabling of myself. 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 further, but chose here ?Let's see once more this saying grav'd in gold : Who chooseth me, shall gain what
many men desire. Why, that's the lady; all the world desires her. From the four corners of the earth they come, To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint. The Hyrcanian deserts, and the vasty wilds Of wide Arabia, are as through-fares now, For princes to come view fair Portia : The watery kingdom, whose ambitious head Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar 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,
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?
All that glisters is not gold,
heard that told:
been as wise as bold,
suit is cold.
Then, farewell, heat; and welcome, frost.Portia, adieu! I have too griev'd a heart To take a tedious leave: thus losers part. [Exit.
1 Enclose. 2 i. e. if compared with tried gold. So before in Act i. Sc. 1,
Her name is Portia, nothing undervalued
To Cato's daughter.'
Por. A gentle riddance : -Draw the curtains,
go; Let all of his complexion choose me so. [Exeunt.
SCENE VIII. Venice.
Enter SALARINO and SALANIO.
Salan. The villain Jew with outcries rais’d the duke;
Salar. He came too late, the ship was under sail ;
Salan. I never heard a passion so confus’d,
Salar. Why, all the boys in Venice follow him,
Salan. Let good Antonio look he keep his day, Or he shall
for this. Salar.
Marry, well remember'd: